After Xuan Cheng cured the corpse of poison, that night, the remaining six actors carried the coffin on their journey.
In the horror movie, more than three days have passed.
Taoist Xuancheng seemed a little anxious: "My employer ordered me to deliver the coffin to his home before August 15th. Now I have been delayed for a day in the inn. There are only three days left before the deadline. I am afraid we will have to travel day and night. Thank you for your hard work."
As soon as Xuan Cheng finished speaking, the actors' phones started ringing.
[The plot progress has been updated. The coffin will be delivered to the employer's home within three days. The time during the transportation will pass at 5.0 times the speed.]
Everyone nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. At 5.0 times the speed, working day and night wouldn't be too tiring.
Xie Chi was not concerned about the speed. It was not his turn to carry the coffin. He walked to Taoist Xuan Cheng and asked casually, "Master, if it is delivered on August 15, how many days did the employer give you?"
Taoist Xuancheng said, "We were given nine days in total. It took us three days to get to Mianshan. We were slow to carry the coffin back, and we were delayed by the inn incident. It's really worrying. We need to hurry up."
Xie Chi nodded.
Taoist Xuancheng has always been rigid, but he is not a cold-blooded person. He remembered that Xie Chi was the first disciple who found tooth powder for him, and he also had a preference for him. Now that Xie Chi asked about it, he also complained to Xie Chi:
"That employer is from a prominent family, and we can't afford to offend him. Otherwise, we wouldn't have suffered so many casualties and insisted on transporting the coffin. If this were a normal commission, and the corpse had turned into a zombie, and it was such a powerful zombie, we would have burned it ourselves to prevent it from harming people. Even if he blamed us in the end, we could afford it. But for this employer, if we burn the zombie, I'm afraid we'll lose our lives. Alas."
"I've never seen anything so demanding. It has to be delivered within nine days. The employer has emphasized several times that it must be delivered within nine days. If it can't be delivered, we will have to stay there." Xuan Cheng looked back at the team carrying the coffin and urged them on.
Probably because they were approaching Huai'ao Town, Xuan Cheng began to reveal his employer's identity information.
Xie Chi seemed to be thinking about something, and asked, "Did the employer tell us why it has to be nine days?"
Taoist Priest Xuancheng shook his head: "No, the employer said that he wanted to move the grave. I guess nine days from now will be an auspicious day for performing a ritual or reburying the deceased."
Xie Chi nodded, not quite believing this statement, but there was no need for Xuan Cheng to hide it from him, he probably really didn't know.
Why is the deadline emphasized so many times during the nine-day period? Logically, the tomb can be moved anytime. After this auspicious day, you can wait a few days until the next auspicious day. There are so many auspicious days, and it is not necessary to choose only one.
The emphasis on the deadline means that if they miss the deadline, the impact on Madam Zhao will be huge, so this deadline is crucial.
Taoist Xuancheng found Xie Chi more and more pleasing to the eye. He smiled bitterly and said, "It's hard for you to follow me. I'm not very good at learning. I'm far behind your uncle Lianxi. Your uncle Lianxi is the only disciple of my deceased master. He knows a little bit about everything and is proficient in Qimen Dunjia. He even knows the art of borrowing magic..."
Taoist Xuancheng suddenly stopped, with a look of taboo on his face, secretly blaming himself for talking too much.
Xie Chi still heard it clearly: "The art of borrowing power?"
Xuan Cheng avoided talking about this and sighed, "I really didn't expect Zhou Tong to have such evil intentions. It was a mistake to accept him. He almost harmed you. If this is true, I, the teacher, cannot escape the blame..."
Xie Chi: “…” This guy’s method of changing the subject is not clever at all.
Xie Chi felt that there was an obvious butterfly effect in horror movies. If he had not been chosen by Taoist Xuancheng to catch pheasants because of his luck buff, he would not have met Taoist Lianxi. If he had not met Taoist Lianxi, he would not have obtained the refined Bagua and learned about the information of the Four Yin Lands.
If he had not met Taoist Master Lianxi, Taoist Master Xuancheng would not have mentioned Taoist Master Lianxi's "art of borrowing magic" to him at this moment.
Therefore, information will be connected to each other, and there is an obvious snowball trend.
After chatting for a few more sentences and making sure he couldn't get anything out of him, Xie Chi returned to the team.
…
Two nights later, everyone arrived at Huai'ao Town where their employer was.
Huai'ao Town is unexpectedly prosperous, with lanterns lighting up the main road. The houses on both sides are simple and elegant, with occasional carved railings and painted buildings. Most of the people in the town are neatly dressed, and few of them are pale and skinny. There are small bridges and flowing water nearby, and frogs croaking in the farmland in the distance. It seems to be a prosperous and comfortable town.
Even with the help of 5.0x speed, everyone still looked tired. Xie Chi had Xie Xinglan doing the work for him, and he was in good spirits right now, but physically tired.
The deadline for handing over the coffin was 12 o'clock tomorrow night. They traveled day and night and arrived a day early. There was plenty of time. Taoist Xuancheng's stern face finally softened. It happened that they passed by a noodle stall. Taoist Xuancheng thought about it and simply said, "Stop the coffin!"
He turned around and said to everyone, "We still have more than an hour to go, it won't be too late for us to take a break and have a bowl of noodles."
The townspeople were not surprised by their appearance. They knew what was in the copper-horned golden coffin, but they did not avoid them. Instead, they smiled at them and expressed their goodwill towards this profession.
In fact, each of them has seen zombies or corpses to some extent. After all, how many people have a truly good death? There are many who die from holding their breath, getting angry, or being depressed. It is respectable that the Taoist priests handle these affairs for them after death.
Everyone put down the coffin, and Taoist Xuancheng went to the stall to order some noodles. Everyone sat down and waited, but they heard whispers from the next table:
"The husband of the woman from the Zhao family has been dead for several days, right?"
"Yes, tomorrow night at 4am is exactly the seventh day. Her family has made soul flags and prepared a lot of paper money."
Xie Chi's face changed slightly. The employer ordered them to hand over the coffin before 12 o'clock tomorrow night. The fourth watch of tomorrow night, that is, from 1 to 3 in the morning, was too close to the date of their coffin handing over, which inevitably made people think too much.
The other side continued: "After enduring all those years, the young master of the Zhao family still couldn't hold on. Poor his woman, she became a widow at such a young age..."
"yes."
"She is a living Buddha. She is such a good and kind person, how could she run into such a thing? It's really tragic."
"Yes, Young Master Zhao was also a very gentle person when he was alive. He spoke slowly and leisurely, like a teacher. Alas, fate really plays tricks on us!"
"During the famine two years ago, I received relief from his family. If it weren't for them, I probably wouldn't be where I am today. I've never seen a rich man who doesn't bully others!"
Yan Jing whispered beside him, "Brother, this woman sounds really pitiful. Alas."
Xie Chi remained silent, as if thinking about something. It was worth pondering that he suddenly mentioned the Zhao family at this time.
"Let's not talk about their family anymore. I'm tired of hearing about it. I heard that the fishmonger's youngest son also disappeared yesterday?"
"Yes! He said he went to school, but he didn't come back at night. His parents were so worried, but they still can't find him!"
"What's going on? Several children have gone missing in the past two months. We've reported it to the authorities and have been searching for them, but there's still no trace of them..."
"That's right! Now I don't dare to let Ergou go to school. I just lock him up at home and won't let him go out."
"You're doing the right thing! It's safe. It's better to be safe than sorry. I'm afraid someone might steal the child and sell him..."
Yan Jing pulled Xie Chi and whispered, "Brother, is the child's disappearance related to the main plot?"
Xie Chi remained silent.
After paying, Xuan Cheng came over and said to everyone with a look of regret: "I just heard from the stall owner that my employer's husband passed away."
Xie Chixin said, "As expected."
The woman that everyone at the noodle stall was talking about was the one who hired them to carry the coffin.
Movies are different from TV series. Basically, every sentence in a movie has meaning and does not reveal useless information, especially in suspense and horror movies.
Bad movies will talk about all sorts of things that have nothing to do with the main plot to fill up the running time and fool the audience, but "Vampire Lovers" has more merits than flaws, so it is unlikely to happen.
So when these people talk about the Zhao family, the Zhao family is most likely related to the main plot.
The cannon fodder's face turned pale instantly when he thought that they would be going to the home of their dead employer in an hour.
Xuan Cheng sat down, sighed, and said, "It's also unpredictable. The husband of my female employer has been suffering from tuberculosis for many years. I was hired to work at his house nine days ago. His condition was still passable, but now I suddenly heard the news of his death. I calculated the date and it was less than two days after I left. That day was the last time I saw him..."
Xuan Cheng sighed deeply again, his expression somewhat gloomy, obviously regretting the passing of a life.
Everyone had different expressions.
Yan Jing whispered to Xie Chi: "Isn't this too coincidental? We were delivering the coffin when his family member passed away. The timing was so close..."
Xie Chi seemed to be thinking about something.
The coincidences in horror movies may be fate.
Although the woman's husband had tuberculosis, was it really such a coincidence that he died at this time?
Why did the female employer repeatedly emphasize that the coffin must be delivered within nine days?
Why is the deadline so close to her husband’s seventh day after his death?
What is the relationship between the zombies and the Zhao family women? What is the connection between the missing child and this matter?
What is the real meaning of their transporting zombies?
…
There was not enough information, so there was no need to think too hard. Xie Chi was too lazy to worry about it, so he ate his noodles quietly.
Half an hour later, everyone was on the road again. The journey was smooth and they arrived at the Zhao family's door around nine o'clock in the evening.
The Zhao family was as prominent as expected, with their house covering a very large area. On the ground in front of the vermilion red door stood a copper basin with paper money burning in it. The ashes flew around with sparks, looking a bit like fireflies on a summer night.
Standing outside, everyone could see the white soul flag hanging high in the Zhao family's house. The soul flag swayed slowly in the night wind. At first glance, it looked like a footless female ghost in white.
The door was tightly shut. Taoist Xuancheng was about to knock on it when it opened from the inside. The man who looked like a doorman was about to smile with relief when he saw them, but then he remembered that someone in the master's family had just died, so he immediately restrained himself and said, "News came in that Taoist has arrived. I was just about to lead people out to welcome Taoist and help carry the coffin, but I didn't expect that Taoist would arrive. I'm so ashamed."
As the employment was about to be completed, Taoist Xuancheng's pressure was relieved and he said in a relaxed tone: "No problem, fortunately we caught up and did not delay the employer's time."
"Yes." The concierge agreed with him and sighed with a wry smile, "My young mistress has been waiting for you day and night. If the Taoist priest doesn't come, she will probably send someone to look for you. She has been... grief-stricken these days because of the young master's matter. The Taoist priest hasn't come yet, and she is even more anxious. She hasn't slept for several days and her face is haggard. We have seen it with our own eyes and are anxious in our hearts, but we dare not say a word to persuade him..."
Yan Jing secretly sighed: "It seems that Madam Zhao is very popular. Even the doorman cares about her so much..."
The concierge had sharp ears and heard what Yan Jing said. He looked at him and sighed, "Little Taoist priest, you don't know that my young mistress is truly kind-hearted. She can't even bear to step on an ant. She and the young master have helped thousands of poor people over the years. A few days ago, a number of children disappeared in the town for unknown reasons. When she heard about it, she couldn't eat for a few days. Later, she simply went to the Buddhist temple to eat vegetarian food and chant sutras to pray for those children... Alas."
Xie Chi raised his eyebrows in surprise. Is he really kind or just a fool?
The more the doorman spoke, the gloomier his expression became. He smiled bitterly and said, "Why didn't God take the wicked man away, but took our young master away instead? They were so loving before, but now... Alas, the young mistress is also unfortunate..."
The doorman's eyes turned red and his throat choked with sobs as he spoke.
Taoist Xuancheng had no choice but to comfort him.
Yan Jing sighed: "Hearing what he said, Madam Zhao is really pitiful. She is kind-hearted, young, and has a good relationship with her husband. Alas, she ended up being a widow..."
Xie Chi's focus was not here.
Her husband had just passed away, and Lady Zhao still had the time to move the grave? Didn't she love her husband very much? What was the origin of this zombie that made Lady Zhao so nervous?
The gatekeeper asked the servants to carry the coffin in. Xie Chi deliberately dawdled and fell to the end of the line. He grabbed a servant, pointed at the copper-horned gold coffin, and asked: "Excuse me, who is your young mistress in this coffin?"
The servant originally looked down upon these slovenly young Taoist priests, but when he looked up, he saw that they had gentle features, clean and kind. He immediately changed his attitude and said warmly:
"I heard that it was the young lady's biological father who died early. The young lady had a miserable life. She was kidnapped when she was young. She only lived a good life after being bought by our young master. She has been looking for her relatives for many years, and two years ago she found her biological father's... coffin. Sigh, she wanted to reunite with her relatives, but they are already separated from each other forever. Isn't she planning to move her biological father's grave now? Although Mianshan is a place with good feng shui, it is too far away from our Huai'ao Town. It is not enough to relieve our young lady's pain of missing her relatives. Our young lady is the most filial."
Lu Wen said: "If it's my biological father, then the age is right."
The zombie has been dead for more than 20 years, so he was probably in his 20s when he died. Madam Zhao estimated that he was in his 20s, so it's pretty close.
Yan Jing rubbed his hair and tilted his head to say, "Brother Xie, the vixen and the zombie are a pair. The vixen and the zombie have a little vixen son, and the zombie is Miss Zhao's biological father. This, this, this..."
Yan Jing was also shocked: "Doesn't that mean it's a story about a zombie having an affair with a vixen and abandoning his own daughter, Lady Zhao? It can't be that Lady Zhao was also born to a vixen, and Lady Zhao is actually a vixen? This is all a mess..."
Xie Chi said nothing. After the servants were called away, he touched Yan Jing's head and said, "You believe everything other people say."
Yan Jing stared, raised his head and asked, "What do you mean?"
Lu Wen also looked at him in confusion.
Xie Chi propped up his chin with one hand and said calmly, "The film is called 'Zombie Lover'. If the vixen is a mistress, would you describe her as 'lover'? This is a question mark. After all, zombie films are relatively traditional and generally do not glorify mistresses. As for your second hypothesis, when I see Lady Zhao later, I will use gossip to see if she is a human or a demon. I am 90% sure she is not."
Xie Chi chuckled: "I am more inclined to believe that this zombie has nothing to do with the Zhao family."
Yan Jing and Lu Wen were filled with disbelief.
"Why?!"
Xie Chi smiled: "Mrs. Zhao has been separated from her family since she was young. The subtext is - no one knows who her biological parents are, right? She can recognize whoever she wants. Mrs. Zhao has been looking for her relatives for many years. What if she is not looking for her biological parents, but... a corpse?"
Xie Chi said: "On the surface, we are looking for living people, but in fact, we want... a corpse that shows signs of transformation. We are looking for a suitable corpse under the pretext of looking for relatives."
Yan Jing was stunned when he heard this.
Xie Chi said, "Let me first assume that the zombie is really Lady Zhao's biological father. Then here comes the question. The servants said that Lady Zhao found her father's coffin two years ago. With her kind heart, would she have the heart to let her father stay in the distant Mian Mountain for two whole years before making up her mind to move the grave? This is a bit contradictory."
"Why do we have to wait two years?" Xie Chi's smile widened. "I do have a reasonable explanation - planting trees."
Yan Jing's eyes suddenly widened.
Xie Chi said: "Master Lianxi said that when he came to Mianshan two or three years ago, he hadn't seen the forest that ruined the feng shui, but it suddenly appeared. Who planted it and why? Hmm?"
The ending of his voice rose slightly, which was a bit intriguing.
Yan Jing followed Xie Chi's thoughts and thought about it. His scalp tingled. Could it be that Madam Zhao had someone plant that ghost forest?
Lu Wen also looked solemn.
Xie Chi continued, "Change your way of thinking. The zombie is not her biological father, and has nothing to do with Madam Zhao. Everything makes sense now."
"Assuming that Madam Zhao wants a strong corpse that shows signs of transformation, then I think it may be difficult to find a more suitable one than the current one. This corpse has the excellent feng shui of three platforms and three energies, and is buried in the Mian Mountain where spiritual energy is concentrated. The father and son are in the same coffin, and the corpse itself has a lot of resentment. It can be said that the right time, right place, and right people have all come together. What's more, Madam Zhao has specially ordered someone to destroy the feng shui."
"She has been sitting still for two years, waiting for a corpse to show signs of transformation, so that it can absorb a huge amount of negative energy and completely turn into a zombie."
"What she ultimately wants is a powerful zombie."
"Fuck it!" Yan Jing couldn't help but yell, "He's rushing to claim you as his father!"
Lu Wen's face also suddenly darkened.
Xie Chi tried to tighten his lips: "Isn't the logic very strict?"
Yan Jing was covered in goosebumps, and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "The truth is too horrible!"
Xie Chi couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Don't be nervous, the above is all nonsense."
Yan Jing and Lu Wen: "..."
[Hahahaha, is this the truth? No, I just made it up.]
[Haha, I was just thinking, they haven't even entered the door yet, they are indeed giants in words but dwarfs in actions.]
[The previous one was wrong. Don’t you think this guess is somewhat impeccable? The big guy denied it and was just teasing the little blind man. ]
[Actually, if you think about it carefully, the logic is quite strict. ]
[Then let's bet on how many points the boss guessed correctly? Maybe there will be a surprise. ]
[Is this the second half of the film? I feel like the truth is getting closer. 】
The cannon fodder came to call them, and the three of them hurriedly followed and entered the mansion.
Xie Chi was absent-minded, chatting with Xie Xinglan in his mind:
"Brother, whether Madam Zhao is genuinely kind or not is easy to spot."
"Hmm?" Xie Xinglan's voice was lazy.
Xie Chi suppressed his laughter and said seriously, "After all, when it comes to hypocrisy, no one can compare to me."
Xie Xinglan coughed: "...little liar."
Xiaochi is an expert in deception and is self-taught. He can deceive humans, ghosts and zombies. As long as any species can communicate, he can deceive and exploit them.
Xie Chi said obediently: "Every word I said to you is true."
Xie Xinglan was obviously pleased, and laughed in a low and pleasant voice: "Really? Any time?"
"Well, anytime." Xie Chi seemed a little anxious to show off, as if he was ready to be tortured.
Xie Xinglan smiled and satisfied him: "Then answer me, do you like me?"
Xie Chi's face suddenly froze: "..."
Xie Xinglan urged jokingly: "Remember to tell the truth."
Xie Chi turned his face away: "...No."
Xie Xinglan laughed. Xie Chi was very good at making shameless dirty jokes, and when he really teased him into saying something serious, he was too embarrassed to say anything.
"Brother Xie, we're here." Yan Jing saw that he was distracted and reminded him in a low voice.
Xie Chi came back to his senses. The concierge led them to where the coffin was placed. He took out a purse from his sleeve and stuffed it into Taoist Xuan Cheng's pocket: "Thank you for your hard work, Taoist. This is your reward."
Taoist Xuancheng weighed it, shocked and panicked: "No, no, there are not that many! I can't accept it, it's too unfair..."
He was about to open his purse to return the extra money, but the concierge pushed it back: "Young Madam said this is what you should do. She was afraid you wouldn't accept it, so she gave you a little more. Thank you for your trouble, Taoist priest."
Taoist Xuancheng had no choice but to accept it: "Young Madam really has a kind heart."
The doorman said, "It's getting late now. The young mistress said that you must be tired after traveling day and night. She should have played the role of a host and let you stay for one night, and then leave tomorrow morning. But she has been very busy these days and has no time to take care of you. She is also afraid that the servants will neglect you, so she specially booked a comfortable place for you outside the mansion so that the store can entertain you. I will take you there right away."
Taoist Xuancheng said: "Young Madam is so thoughtful, we are unworthy of it."
The doorman was about to order everyone to leave, but Xie Chi suddenly asked , "Now that we are at the mansion, shouldn't we pay our respects to the young master and show our courtesy?"
Taoist Xuancheng slapped his head and said, "Yes! I am really getting old and confused! I even forgot the etiquette. Fortunately, you reminded me!"
Taoist Xuancheng looked a little embarrassed: "Shall I lead my disciples to pay homage?"
Everyone looked towards the concierge.
The doorman dodged his gaze, blinked and smiled apologetically, "No, don't bother me, Taoist priest. The young mistress has already said that it's late at night, and etiquette is not important. Taoist priests should have a good rest. She will remember your kindness."
Although Taoist Xuancheng felt uneasy, he did not force it. After all, Madam Zhao had said so much, and if he continued to insist, it would be a bit disrespectful to her.
Xie Chi took in the concierge's expression and raised his eyebrows. Are you not letting me see you? Is it because Lady Zhao is too shameful to see others, or is it something else that is too shameful to see others?
interesting.
Xie Chi was just thinking about how to meet with Lady Zhao to find out what was going on, when everyone's cell phone rang.
[The plot progress has been updated. The actors follow the concierge to the Ladies' Building to rest. This plot must be performed.]
Xie Chi was helpless. Since the APP had spoken, his plan could only be put aside for the time being.
But this group of ladies in the building...
Lu Wen, who was standing beside him, took the opportunity to ask the concierge, "Why is it called the Ladies' Building?"
The concierge had a mysterious expression on his face: "That's a great place, you'll know when you get there. I told you in advance that you'll miss out on a lot of fun and novelty, but my young mistress has prepared everything so carefully that she won't disappoint you."
The group followed the doorman out of the house and headed towards the Ladies' Building in the dark.
Xie Chi looked back at the quiet Zhao family.
…
At the same time, in the bedroom of the young lady of the Zhao family, on the sandalwood bed, the man was sitting leaning against the headboard, while the woman was undressing herself bit by bit.
In the richly decorated room with flickering candlelight, a man was lying on a mahogany lounge chair.
The man tilted his head inward with his eyes tightly closed. His features were unclear. His cheeks were sunken, his cheekbones were high, his skin was yellowish, and he was extremely thin. The loose brocade robe hung empty on his skinny body, looking both funny and creepy.
Compared to the ugly and skinny man, the woman sitting opposite him had fair skin and a gentle figure. She was wearing a beautiful light blue dress and had a graceful and slim figure.
She had obviously lost a lot of weight, but was still a beauty. However, her eyes were filled with a beastly madness that was so bright that it was frightening.
"Husband, tomorrow is your seventh day. This shell will be completely useless tomorrow. This is the last night you will stay with me like this." The woman choked and held the man's hand.
The man's hands were cold and covered with a thick layer of wax, making them feel smooth and greasy.
It's so hot, this wax is used for anti-corrosion.
The woman tidied up the man's slightly messy hair and straightened his collar before she smiled with satisfaction: "Tomorrow is the seventh day. Your soul will come back to see me. It's been seven days. You've been away from me for seven days. I've been with you every day since I got married. Seven days is too hard to endure."
She stripped herself off , the huge shame making her cheeks flushed, she finally leaned towards the man, whispering: "When you were alive, you refused to marry me even if you died, saying that if you wanted me, I couldn't remarry. Now that you are dead and can't control me, I have to do this, I don't want to remarry."
The woman snuggled quietly in the man's arms for a while, unable to feel the familiar beating of the man's heart. Her eyes gradually became empty: "You always say that you are not worthy of me, but it is you who saved my life, gave me wealth and honor, taught me to read and write, combed my hair and drew my eyebrows, and spoiled me by picking stars and moons."
Tears welled up in the woman's bright eyes and she closed them in pain.
"No matter how good that body is, it will not be completely you." With trembling hands, she tried to take off the man's clothes.
There was silence.
After a long while, the woman suddenly chuckled, her voice as gentle as an oriole's chirping: "You always say that you are weak and can't do it. In fact, it's all up to me to do it..."
"Actually, as long as it's your soul, it doesn't matter to me whether it's a human shell or a zombie shell. I love you as a person, not your body. It's just that I'm used to seeing you like this, and I'm reluctant to adapt to other looks."
The woman glanced at the man's sparse eyebrows, her nose sour. "Look, you died so contentedly, without any signs of transformation. You are so kind that you don't want to harm others even after death. But God is so unfair. Why can those bad people live a hundred years, but people like you have to... endure the torture of tuberculosis?"
Resentment flashed across the woman's eyes. She wiped away her tears and tried to smile. "Don't cry, don't cry. I'm afraid you'll feel bad. Don't cry. I know you felt bad every day before. You coughed up blood every day behind my back. I know. I know everything. I just didn't say it. You hate being sick. Just wait a little longer, just a few days, and you won't have to stay in this body anymore."
"I spent two whole years choosing that body for you. I can't find a stronger or more suitable one. You won't have to suffer from illness anymore. You can stay with me forever. You can even... you can..."
The woman blushed. “You can do things that you couldn’t do before.”
"When you were alive, you always said that I would remarry after you died. I smiled and agreed at that time, but I was thinking in my heart that you would be dead by then anyway and would not be able to control me, so I didn't want to remarry. I will be with you whether you live or die."
The woman quietly snuggled in the man's arms for a while, unable to feel the familiar beating of the man's heart. Her eyes gradually became empty. "You always say that you are not worthy of me, but you saved my life, gave me wealth and honor, taught me to read and write, combed my hair and drew my eyebrows, and spoiled me by picking the stars and the moon. No one in this world treats me better than you. I won't go anywhere. I will stay by your side."
Tears welled up in the woman's bright eyes, and she closed them painfully. "You always said I was kind-hearted before, and I thought so at first, but later I realized that when you fall in love with someone, how can you bear to see him die? How can you bear to see him suffer and go to a predetermined end? The deeper the love, the crueler the heart. Only by not leaving room for others can you leave room for yourself."
"You'll forgive me, right?"
The woman gradually became insane, with a ferocious expression on her face: "It doesn't matter if you don't forgive me, as long as you are alive, I will definitely succeed, I will definitely..."