Something happened. This is not going to be bloody.

Fang Xin's commissioned mission was to survive.

Every morning when Zhou Leng opened his eyes, he had one thought: Why haven’t I died yet? When will this life end?

Living long enough is the one thing that can numb the sorrows of life and death.

Even though one can practice cultivation and live longer, death and separation are still emotions that trouble many living beings.

Lu Zengqing got married at the age of 30 and gave birth to a boy two years after marriage. The couple lived in harmony. She had asked her aunt to live with her many times but was rejected.

When Zhou Leng was seventy years old, she sent Teng Hui away. Watching her friend die and even sending his ghost to the underworld with her own hands gave her complicated feelings.

When Zhou Leng was 90 years old, he could not resist Lu Zengqing's request and went to live with him and his wife. In fact, it was because Wang Jian and his wife had passed away, and Lu Zengqing and his wife had become grandparents, so they decided to live together in their old age.

When Zhou Leng was 100 years old, she sent off her three team members Zheng Wei, Li Yun and Li Huan one after another. The cultivation of the three was average, so they could not survive their team leader's early departure. This time, Zhou Leng also sent off their souls personally.

When Lu Zengqing was 130 years old, her life came to an end. She lay on a hospital bed, surrounded by her son, grandson and aunt.

Zhou Leng leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs and said:

"Xiao Qing, I'm really not saying anything bad about you. You've said so many times in your life that you would take care of me until the end of my life, but in the end, not only do I have to take care of you when you are young, I also have to take care of you when you are old. I'm so at a loss."

Lu Zengqing said with a smile on her old face: "Don't worry, auntie, I've told Xinqing that sooner or later, their ancestors...sooner or later, they will outlive you..."

Zhou Leng shook her flowing white hair. The wrinkles around her eyes deepened when she smiled. She whispered, "Huh, I might survive."

Lu Zengqing's son Wang Xinqing looked at his still strong aunt and always felt that he might not be able to survive her. After all, last month his aunt went to help the authorities eliminate a powerful evil cultivator.

One month later. Zhou Leng stood in front of Lu Zengqing's tombstone. To be honest, if the underworld was not so strict now, she would have let Lu Zengqing become a ghost cultivator to continue to accompany her in the human world. However, reincarnation was also good. At least she lived comfortably in this life.

Fifty years later.

Zhou Leng finally felt weak and powerless. She knew she had to leave, but she had one thing to do before leaving.

Lin Xian and Tao Li finally became a Taoist couple. They, a group of demons, received Fang Xin's invitation and came to say goodbye to her.

Mu Shen still looked to be in his twenties. He looked at Zhou Leng and said with pain: "How about I give you and Xu Zi some care? We have been together for so many years, it would be a pity if you died."

Zhou Leng looked at him and said, "Thank you so much, but it's not necessary. I have been waiting for this day for a long time."

Lin Xian said: "I have to thank you very much. If it weren't for your support and protection, those human organizations would have monitored us in various ways and controlled us before we were out of the recovery period. Otherwise, we wouldn't have the freedom we have today."

Zhou Leng waved his hand and said, "You have prepared several ways out over the years. Just live your life well in the future. There is no point in this world changing all the time."

Lin Xian added: "I thought about the matter you told me before for a long time, and now I have figured it out. It is just as you said. It can be regarded as my repayment of your favor, but why did you attack him?"

Zhou sneered and said, "Don't worry, I won't harm you. As for him, he lived too long, and many innocent people died in his hands, and it can be considered revenge... Anyway, I appreciate your help."

A few demons sat in front of the window and chatted for a long time, then went their separate ways.

When Zhou Leng closed her eyes to face death, Wuchang, whom she had not seen for a long time, appeared beside her.

Zhou Leng asked: "Why are you here, old man? Do you know I'm going to die and want to collect my soul?"

Wu Chang said: "In fact, with your cultivation level, you can become a ghost cultivator, or follow me to the underworld, and you can even be a ghost messenger under me. This is more interesting than reincarnation. You have the memory of this life, which is actually equivalent to eternal life. Not everyone has such an opportunity."

Zhou Leng looked at him and said with a smile: "My lord, I am not an ignorant child. There is no such thing as eternal life in this world. It is just a slow extinction. Just like you, my lord. In the past hundred years, I have seen that your cultivation has become even better, and your soul power has also increased. However, the increased soul power is very mixed. I think you have devoured other ghosts, those ghost messengers that were destroyed by the evil ghosts in your mouth."

Wuchang's expression became even colder.

Zhou Leng continued fearlessly, "Have you ever thought about this? You devoured their souls and accepted their memories. Sir, are you still yourself?"

Wu Chang sneered and tightened his weapon. He said in a cold tone: "Then let me see what you have been through in your life. Let me show you if you are still yourself."

Zhou Leng said, "You are not worthy." After she said that, she gathered all the magic in her body and attacked the opponent.

Wu Chang was suddenly attacked, and naturally fought back with all his might. While he was fighting back, a jade hand passed through his body. He was a ghost, without flesh and blood, but he felt that hand blocking his soul bead.

The magic weapon of impermanence penetrated Zhou Leng's body. As his body dissipated, Zhou Leng's soul appeared in the void.

After all, the other party is an official of the underworld. She cannot defeat him with her current level of cultivation. Even Lin Xian's sneak attack cannot succeed without paying the price of physical destruction.

Lin Xian looked at the strange and powerful soul and frowned slightly and asked, "Daoyou, are you trying to take over someone else's body?"

Zhou Leng shook her head and said, "Yes and no. But thank you very much for today." She pulled out the small wooden branch that An Ye had sent to her hair and walked to Wu Chang. She smiled and said, "Sir, I will teach you how to absorb the pure soul power of others."

The sharp side of the branch pierced into Wuchang's forehead. Although no blood flowed out, there was an energy shock.

Wuchang's body became more and more illusory, and Zhou Leng let out a comfortable breath.

After a long while, when the impermanence had dissipated, Zhou Leng put the stick back into her hair. She looked at Lin Xian and said, "Daoyou, I'll see you later. I hope we can meet again in the future."

Lin Xian held the soul bead in his hand and said, "Is this a thank you gift from you, fellow Taoist?"

Zhou Leng nodded, and then his figure slowly disappeared into the air.

Lin Xian looked at the powerful soul that suddenly disappeared without any trace. His heart was surging, but his face was calm. He opened his palms and looked at the somewhat dim soul bead with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

After a while, he left, leaving the house in a mess.

Half a day later.

Lu Zengqing's grandson came to visit Zhou Leng, and he found the letter left by Zhou Leng in the messy house.

A week later.

All the cultivators knew that Fang Xin, the top cultivator of mankind, had passed away. And all the ferrymen knew that Fang Xin, who was once a ferryman, and Bai Wuchang had died together, but as for what Wuchang had done, no one knew.