Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 578 Farewell
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

In mid-air, huge hammering sounds were heard continuously. The islanders on the Hidden Island huddled together in panic, not knowing what was happening outside the fog.

The consciousness must still be fighting the "living flame" desperately. Is this the sound of a forbidden spell? Or is it a meteorite falling from the starry sky?

What they didn't know was that at this time, the division of labor between Henglu and Liu Yonglu was already very clear: one person fetched water, the other poured it, and then added a punch.

The "living flame" was like a small sandbag used in boxing training, swaying in the white mist, rising and falling.

"Henglu, it's no use fighting like this. We have to find a way to get rid of the flames."

Liu Yonglu could also see that although Henglu had regained the initiative on the battlefield, his condition was slowly returning. Previously, resisting the "Living Flame" had consumed most of the divine power in his body. Now, every time Henglu threw a punch, he had to take a few deep breaths.

“Yonglu, I…I also want to completely…completely get rid of the Living Flame, but this seems to be a very long process.

You let your wife and others go first, and we two brothers... hold on."

"Henglu, can you use forbidden magic to completely send the flames away?"

Henglu has been playing The Sims on the Island of Tranquility for tens of thousands of years. He has never fought with anyone or other gods, so he lacks relevant combat experience.

The consciousness of those mystics in Mu Continent are all in Henglu's head, but he doesn't know which part to call upon.

Following Liu Yonglu's suggestion, Henglu felt the fragments of consciousness in his body and indeed found related forbidden spells in the memories of many mystic scholars.

Witches are the descendants of the people of Mu Continent. Since the Pope’s teacher at that time had the ability to open and close the channels to other dimensions, the witches’ ancestors tens of thousands of years ago must have also understood it.

"Yonglu, I can do it, but..."

Henglu's voice was a little hesitant.

"Just tell me what you need. My wife is quite capable, and there are many mystic scholars on the island who can help. They are all at your disposal."

Two minutes later, Henglu responded:
"No, I can do it alone. Have you forgotten? I don't need to pay any price or materials to cast forbidden spells. That... in three minutes, the spell... will begin."

Liu Yonglu found that Henglu's tone of voice was different from the beginning.

Three minutes later, Henglu punched the "Living Flame" into the sky again, and then, a dazzling white light flashed, and Liu Yonglu saw transparent glass fragments floating in front of him again.

However, this time, the broken glass gathered into a breeze and swept towards the "living flame".

"Henglu, do you need me to do anything else? Just to help you..."

Liu Yonglu stopped talking halfway because he turned his head and saw that the giant beside him was gradually disintegrating, with only half of Henglu's abstract head left.

The scattered body now turned into transparent fragments floating towards the sky.

"Henglu! You... should we think of another way?"

Liu Yonglu instantly understood what Henglu was going to do. The cost of this forbidden spell was so high that even Henglu could not afford it!

"This is the best way. The key is that I can't hold on any longer."

Henglu's voice sounded from behind Liu Yonglu. Liu Yonglu turned around and looked. A translucent Henglu appeared in front of him. At this time, he had returned to his original human state, with bulging eyes and a particularly funny big nose. He just stood behind Liu Yonglu.

“Brother, I…I…”

This was the second time Liu Yonglu shed tears after his time travel. Compared to the first time, Liu Yonglu cried even harder today. He couldn't help but cry snot and tears, and his body was shaking because of sobbing.

He didn't know what to say. His heart was filled with resentment and pain.

If I hadn't forced Henglu to come over and fight the "Living Flame", this wouldn't have happened. I was the one who harmed him.

Henglu could have stayed on the peaceful island and lived a happy life, all because of him.

"Yonglu, don't worry, I'm not dead, and I can't die."

Henglu was at a loss as to what to say. After a long while he finally squeezed out these words. Liu Yonglu's tears and crying also stopped a little.

"It's just that this forbidden spell requires enough power to send the gods back to the starry sky, and only I can provide this power now."

Henglu pretended to be relaxed, but his eyes also hid deep reluctance. He raised his hand and produced a pack of Yuzhou brand cigarettes, and handed one to Liu Yonglu:

"I'll disappear for a while and wander the universe, it's no big deal."

The two brothers lit their cigarettes and took a long puff.

"Really? Are you lying to me?"

Liu Yonglu just exhaled a puff of smoke happily and then he shook Henglu's shoulder excitedly as if he had thought of something.

"I can't lie, have you forgotten? I really won't die."

Henglu did not lie to Liu Yonglu. He would not die, but would sleep for a period of time, maybe three to five years, maybe more than ten years, or even tens of thousands of years, but he would always wake up again at some point in time.

"Yonglu, there are two last things I would like to ask of you."

Henglu looked up and saw that most of the body of the "Living Flame" above his head had been surrounded and wrapped by transparent debris, and he didn't have much time left.

"You say, anything is fine."

“First of all, my name is actually Atlas, but of course, I also like the name Yokomichi Keiji, so Yokomichi Keiji will be my stage name from now on.

The high-ranking priestess who gave birth to me was called Clymene, and she was the one who gave me my name.

I hope you will tell these two names and our story to the islanders of Hidden Island, and ask them to write our names in the book to record the past.

I'm fine...but I'm afraid people in the future will forget Clymene."

Henglu spoke in a very low voice. In fact, he was afraid of being forgotten. He hoped that his friends and people who once knew him would always remember him.

"Don't worry, I will definitely do it."

"The second thing is, please give this to Miss Millie Tang."

Henglu reached out and held up a fragment of consciousness:
"You are looking for clues to the Originless Slate. The clues are all in this fragment. Miss Millie Tang has seen the spell array that uses the fragment. She knows how to use it."

After saying this, Liu Yonglu couldn't hold it anymore and walked over to hug Henglu.

The brother had not forgotten his own affairs before leaving, and Liu Yonglu was reluctant to let him go.

This feeling is very strange. Two weeks ago, Henglu was still a huge mountain blocking Liu Yonglu's way home. He had to be on guard against him at all times, play tricks on him, and dared not be careless for a moment.

But after more than ten days of getting along, Liu Yonglu ate with Henglu, sang opera together, and played chess together every day. Deep down, Liu Yonglu had already acquiesced to this rhythm of life.

Now if I suddenly tell him that such times will never come back, he won't be able to accept it.

After Liu Yonglu’s hug, Henglu couldn’t hold it anymore, and the two brothers hugged each other and cried bitterly.

"Yonglu, it's almost time. Nice to meet you. We will definitely meet again in the future. Don't worry."

Henglu stuffed the box of cigarettes in his hand into Liu Yonglu's pocket.

Liu Yonglu put his arm around Henglu's shoulders and cleared his throat:
"It is fate that we met by chance. You and I bow to the heavens!"

A voice from the opposite side of the road sounded:
"Disciples Zuo Botao and Yang Jiaoai pray to the heavens, and we become sworn brothers. If we have any second thoughts, the gods will..."

Before he finished singing the last line, Liu Yonglu glanced to his side. Henglu's figure became fainter and fainter. Finally, he looked at Liu Yonglu and waved to him.

Henglu completely disappeared between heaven and earth.

At the foot of the Hidden World Island, the seriously injured residents of the Hidden World Island, the people of Shi Wei Tian, ​​and Milly Tang all looked up at the sky.

The pale red sky was still shrouded in mist, and bits of transparent debris slowly fell through the mist, floating in the air like a light snowfall.

Millie Tang stretched out her palm to catch the crumbs, which were like dried tears, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)