APTnovel Chapter 610 A group of insignificant people died.
Chapter 610 A group of insignificant people died.
"They are not mistakes." Aburame Shisei's voice was not loud, but it clearly reached Huang Quan's ears.
He had almost given up hope, but then he reaffirmed his resolve. He raised his head again, his gaze intense.
"But you've misapplied it. The essence of dark medicine isn't treating the body. Those twisted, forbidden methods used to dissect and reconstruct the body are indeed inhumane. But its true value lies in healing the soul."
"The human heart can be wounded, twisted, and develop cracks that even it cannot see."
"Some pain is buried deep in the soul, beyond the reach of ordinary words and comfort. In such cases, emotions become the most precise means to dissect the surface and get straight to the root of the problem."
"So if you can't save the body, you can save the soul, or even something more noble. Becoming a psychologist wouldn't be bad. But first, you have to get yourself in order. Orochimaru asked me to pass on a message to you: don't take others too seriously."
Huang Quan suddenly knelt down on the ground again, his facade of strength completely crumbling, and he burst into loud sobs.
He thought he was useless, and all these years he had been trying to prove himself and save other people's lives by all sorts of methods.
He thought his lord wouldn't care, but he didn't expect him to remember it.
"My lord, I..."
"Take a break during this time," Aburame Shichi interrupted him, reaching out to gently touch Huang Quan's brow.
Huang Quan's eyes instantly became unfocused, his body slumped down, and he began to breathe evenly.
Aburame Shicheng caught him, gently placed him on the ground, and then pulled over a blanket to cover him.
"Go to sleep. Everything will be different when you wake up."
"Waaah!" The Ghost Immortal Worm also burst into tears. "My lord, I misunderstood you before. I never expected you to be such a gentle person. I will swear to serve you to the death from now on."
"Alright, stop flattering me!"
Damn it, I hate deceitful bastards like you the most.
The Invisible Scorpion cursed inwardly, thinking, "You even managed to find an opportunity to flatter me. No wonder you're called the Ghost Immortal Insect; you're truly eloquent."
Xiaoqing's tea-related wit is no match for yours.
Aburame Zhicheng merely curled the corners of his lips into a slight smile, completely ignoring what the Ghost Immortal Insect was saying.
After leaving the Cloud Star Tribe, he did not return to the capital of the Taki Empire, but instead turned southeast and flew towards the Ghost Journey.
The two places are very close, but at his current speed, he will arrive in less than half a minute.
Today, a thin layer of gray clouds covered the sky over the province of Oni, and sunlight shone through the gaps in the clouds, gilding the earth with a dim golden edge.
The wind was strong, rustling the withered grass in the open field. Aburame Shisei landed on the steps in front of the shrine and began to climb them.
The old witch was sitting on the veranda drinking tea.
She wore a plain white shrine maiden's outfit, her long silver hair cascading over her shoulders, and her aged face held a timeless tranquility.
The moment she saw Aburame Shisei, a light suddenly shone in her cloudy eyes. The light was gentle, like the last unmelted snowflake in winter.
"You've come." Her voice was soft, yet it carried a reassuring power.
Yu Nu Zhicheng sat down opposite her, took the teacup she offered, and took a small sip.
Yes, it still tastes the same.
The witch just looked at him and said, "You're still the same."
"You're becoming more and more like an immortal. But not one who's high above, detached from worldly affairs. It's strange, isn't it? You're already standing where mortals can't reach, yet you're still willing to lower your head to look down at the human world."
"I'll take that as a compliment," said Aburame Shisei, holding his teacup. It wasn't surprising to hear such praise coming from a witch.
But you can only listen to it, not take it seriously.
The witch didn't say anything more, and the two sat quietly, listening to the wind chimes under the eaves making a series of crisp sounds.
In the distance, crows flew across the gray sky, their cries hoarse and drawn-out.
As the sun set, the witch suddenly spoke.
"I feel like my days are numbered. I've lived to this day, seen all the people I needed to see, and done all the things I needed to do. I should have no regrets."
It's true that it doesn't exist, but in reality, it does.
"Do you want to keep living?"
"Who wouldn't want that? Can you make it happen for me?"
Aburame Zhicheng looked at her and shook his head, saying, "No, this is the price you pay for forcibly seeing the future. When you gave birth to your daughter, you should have known that everything you had would be passed down to her, so the fact that you are still alive is a miracle in itself."
"Oh, that's a pity. I'd like to ask you, will there be witches in the future?"
"Maybe, maybe not," Aburame Shisei replied.
A few seconds later, the witch said that she would walk around the shrine, watch her give her last instructions to the young priestesses in front of the shrine, and watch her tidy up the old things that she had already tidied up countless times in the room where she had lived all her life.
That night, the moonlight was so bright it was almost transparent. The witch lay on the couch in the porch, her breathing gradually weakening.
"Thank you so much for seeing me off on my final journey." After saying this, the witch smiled and slowly closed her eyes.
The pulse stopped, and breathing stopped.
The aged body finally shed all its weight and became quiet. The moonlight outside the window fell on her face, as if paving a road for her to go far away.
But Shi Cheng knew that she had no soul.
The next morning, he personally presided over the witch's funeral.
There were no elaborate ceremonies or lengthy eulogies; the witches simply laid her body on the hillside behind the shrine, which was covered with small white flowers, and lit a farewell flame.
The young witches knelt and wept, while the people of the Demon Province who had come to see them off silently bowed their heads in prayer.
Flames shot into the sky, turning the witch's body into wisps of smoke that drifted into the sky above the gray clouds.
Aburame Zhicheng stood at the front of the crowd, watching the wisp of smoke rise higher and higher until it disappeared into the horizon.
Because he had to rush to another funeral, the body had not yet been buried after three days of being kept in the cemetery.
After all, this was a request from his disciple Feng Hua Nu Tao, so it wouldn't hurt for him to go and meet her.
"My Lord, please be understanding. You will witness many more deaths in the future." While the other insects kept quiet, the Invisible Scorpion saw this as an opportunity and stepped forward to comfort them.
"I didn't care. Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the natural course of life. But if someone forcibly interferes, that's another matter." Aburame Shisei flew in the sky, revealing no emotion to those around him.
Those who forcibly interfere with fate will pay the price, but their fate should not be decided by others.
Actually, the death of Kazama Satsuki was a bit suspicious. Why would she dare to die the day before he was to emerge from seclusion for his duel? If it was a soul breakdown, that would be one thing, but she died in an accident.
"My lord, are you angry?"
"No." Aburame Shisei floated in mid-air.
The Snow Castle is ahead.