NOVPUBChapter 1205: 542 Save Him (First Update)_1 Chapter 1205: 542 Save Him (First Update)_1 She was close enough to him for every pore on her face to be clearly visible.
Yet, this short distance between them felt to him like an insurmountable gulf.
Perhaps, the words he longed to say would forever remain unsaid.
He didn’t feel much pain, just cold, a deep biting cold…
He could clearly feel his soul being pulled apart by an invisible force, something was slowly draining away.
Was he dying?
Strangely, he didn’t feel sad.
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In fact, he felt relieved.
He was meant to die when he was six; it was only thanks to his older brother persuading Master Kuye to change his fate that he had lived this long.
It seemed he had been awaiting this day all along.
The debt he owed had to be eventually repaid.
Suddenly, he wondered if she would grieve his death?
She should forget him, and start a new life.
Yet, deep within him surged a sense of indignation.
How could she forget him?
He had fought so hard to be a part of her life…
People admired her beauty, envied her intelligence, respected her talent, worshipped her compassion, but no one saw the solitude behind her daily existence.
She had confined herself in desolation under the guise of following the Buddha.
As you embark on this long journey of life, please allow yourself some selfishness.
Forget the stringent rules and the principle of all matters being void.
Allow yourself to laugh when happy, cry when sad.
Do not suppress, do not demand.
Live freely, as your heart pleases.
I want to go with you to witness the sunrise over the sea of clouds at Yellow Mountain, to see the northern lights at Desolation River, to watch dancing dolphins at Beverley Island…
Look at this bustling world, the vast landscapes.
Why trap yourself in isolation, imposing heavy shackles upon yourself?
You have lived a life without letting the world down, but you have failed yourself.
So many words, yet in the end, they all dissolve into a sigh.
The surroundings were chaotic, with people screaming, going mad, breaking down.
He heard her crying beside his ear, “Anton Cook, you can’t die, you have to wake up.”
Someone slapped his face, but he only felt numbness.
“I command you, don’t dare die.
If you die, I will make sure you can never reincarnate.
I’ll make sure you forever wander in the underworld as a wandering ghost.”
Didn’t someone ever tell her that she had no threatening aura when she was supposed to be threatening?
“Why did you block that bullet for me?
Don’t you know I could have survived that shot, but you couldn’t?
Why are you so foolish?”
Because I like you.
Because I need to atone for my sins.
Because…
Something scorching hot landed on his forehead. 𝚗o𝚟pub.𝚌𝚘𝚖
In that moment, it felt as if he was consumed by an all-engulfing fire.
It burned his shattering soul; a scene of terror manifested before his eyes amidst the fierce wind and the crimson river filled with wandering ghosts.
At the bridge’s end was an old granny stirring a large pot of soup, her ladle, to his horror, was a human skull.
The old granny, with her hunched back, exuded the air of decay.
She scooped up a bowl of soup to offer him, saying impassively, “Earthly love and hatred are worthless after death.
Drink Meng Po Soup and be a free person in your next life.”
The soup was steaming and flavourful, but fragments of human bones could be seen floating in it.
“Meng Po Soup?
Am I dead?”
The old granny finally lifted her head and upon seeing him, she let out a surprised sound.
“You should have died prematurely, it seems a master changed your fate.
But the debt you owe must be repaid.
Drink this soup and reincarnate.”
Just as he was about to take the soup, a streak of golden light flashed between his eyebrows.
The brilliant golden light caused the old granny to step back instinctively, using her sleeve to shield her eyes.
“How…how is this possible?”
Shock was apparent in the old granny’s eyes.
The bowl slipped from her grip, the soup spilled, and turned into bits of white bones in an instant.
“You…you are…”
In the strong golden light, the young man’s figure gradually became hazy until it completely vanished.
Opening her palm, the old granny found a transparent water droplet hovering over it.
“Tears of the Buddhist Woman, symbol of compassion, they can heal the dead and destroy whole mountains and seas…
“A Bloom Thompson flower blossoms momentarily but it’s ultimately a manifestation of bad karma.”
With a wave of her hand, she dropped the bead into the pot, the soup bubbled instantly and soon returned to its usual appearance.
“Did you hear, Little King is to be married.
The entire Avīci will celebrate.
But so many wandering ghosts will take advantage of the chaos, we’ll be in trouble.”
“I heard Little King is a brutal and frightening man.
I feel bad for the female ghost.”
“No, no, I heard Little King is incredibly handsome, debonair, the most beautiful man in AvÄ«ci…”
