Collapse: Black Moonlight Turns White, Popular Four-Star Character

After leaving the pharmacy, Yannian searched around and caught a few more Suiyang during his investigation.

He didn't have any special equipment on him. Xianzhou invented an instrument to deal with Sui Yang. When Sui Yang appeared, the instrument would detect a certain high-energy electromagnetic wave reaction.

Just showing up—

They hide and disguise themselves in the crowd, making them still difficult to find.

But Yannian did not need to put in much effort. He used himself as bait, and those greedy rootless creatures would flock to him, absorb his love, hate, sorrow and joy, and then be swallowed by him.

"It's still too little... Who can eat this much?"

Yannian wiped the corner of his lips, walked out of the shadow of the alley, and the blue fire in his eyes went out.

Before going back, he had to go to the cemetery.

Lan did not take back his sword, which had special meaning to him.

On the day he died, the sword was taken away by Jing Yuan, and later when he fought with the Star Core Hunter, Jing Yuan returned the sword to him.

He... refers to Jingnian.

They took the Star Raft to the cemetery. During the trip, Yannian used Lan's money to buy a relatively detailed map.

On the map, the nobles became the core of the immortal ship, with the main streets radiating out in a circle with the mansion as the axis, and the route of the star ship was outlined with bright red cinnabar, which was intricate and complex.

The further out you go, the thinner the color becomes, the sloppier the lines become, and there are a large number of residential areas.

Times change, clothes change, but the skeleton of power and obedience has never been out of place.

Walking into the cemetery, I found that the tombstone that was damaged last time had been repaired. The mortar in the cracks of the tombstone had dried up, and it looked white in the moonlight, with sharp edges.

There was not a speck of incense ash in the small incense burner in front of the stele. Yannian was silent for a while, then half-knelt down, picked up three incense sticks, lit them, and placed them in the incense burner.

He took a half step back and waited until the incense was one-third burned, then Yannian picked up the wine jug next to him and poured some wine.

Yannian looked on expressionlessly.

"My friend, you forgot to wash your hands three times."

"Smoke opens the way, wine attracts souls, gods three and ghosts four, it is a rule, but if you don't clean your hands and burn incense... you will pass the bad air to the dead or gods——"

The remaining light on the iron fence was shaking. An old man came over tremblingly with a cane in one hand and a lantern in the other. It was Miao Gong. He coughed a few times and stopped not far away. His old voice was full of kindness.

Tobacco swirled around the stele. Yannian stood up and turned around, his expression calm. "It's been so long, I forgot there was this step."

"Is this your relative?" Miao Gong asked with a smile.

"Passing by."

"I've never seen anyone burn incense to a stranger. It's really rare."

Miao Gong walked forward with a lantern, saw Yannian's appearance clearly, and his eyes flashed.

Based on the following information, he quickly guessed Yannian's identity, but as he stared at Yannian's empty and lifeless eyes, he was still a little surprised that a blind man could move so agilely in the dark.

Yannian looked at Miao Gong and stared quietly.

The air was filled with smoke, and Miao Gong stared at the young man Wu Lan's expression for a long time, neither sad nor happy. For some reason, there was a ripple in his heart.

It was as if he was a tired bird reaching the end of his life, finally folding up his last feather, curling up in the arms of a young man, and falling asleep peacefully.

Do not--

this is not right.

Miao Gong suppressed his emotions and couldn't help laughing.

He has lived for most of his life, so how could he have such a strange idea?

"However... the relative of this tombstone hasn't been here for a long time. It is said that he became addicted to gambling and has left his hometown. His whereabouts are unknown."

"My friend, please burn incense for him...it's also a way to express your condolences." Miao Gong squatted down, washed his hands three times, and lit three incense sticks.

"My friend... where do people go after they die?"

"I have been in the cemetery for many years. Various stories are buried here. Some people shed tears in front of their tombstones."

"Some people are relieved, while others don't care at all."

Miao Gong spoke subconsciously, but soon laughed, stood up, patted his knees with his rough knuckles, and picked up the lantern, "Look at me, I'm talking too much again."

"As I get older, I become more and more depressed."

"What's up, little friend?"

"A sword engraved with 'Chasing the Moon'." Yannian said without further ado. He had no interest in this era and came here only for his own purpose - Lan.

Apart from that, everyone else is just passing by.

"I know that sword. I took it home..."

"Abao doesn't say it, but he likes it very much. Is that your sword?" Miao Gong asked.

"Yes."

"He really likes it, so I'll have the craftsmen study it and forge a replica... I'll return it to you in three days, okay?"

Miao Gong's voice was very low, with a slight rise at the end, seemingly with a hint of tentativeness, but in fact he held the decision-making power firmly in his own hands.

Yannian frowned slightly, "Where can I find you?"

"In Jiazhou, in the middle of Sichuan, there's a small town at the foot of a mountain, by the Qingyi River, next to a willow tree stands a small house with a sign that reads 'Longevity and Longevity.'" Miao Gong raised the corners of his mouth, and the wrinkles on his face smoothed out.

"Row."

Yannian nodded slightly.

The old man obviously had other intentions, and I just hoped he would keep his promise.

Miao Gong thanked him sincerely, and then did not go back, but continued forward, as if going deeper.

Seeing the flame in the lampshade was bent down by the wind, Yannian simply asked, "The wind is so strong, where are you going?"

"Go... go build a tomb for Po. The tombstone isn't finished yet... I want to pick a good spot."

"I want Abao to get more sun, but I'm also afraid that after I die, Abao will be caught in the rain... I think too much, too much." Miao Gong murmured, touching his forehead.

"Po?"

Yannian's tone was doubtful.

"—The doctor said he won't survive this month...it's a terminal illness."

Miao Gong shook his head and raised the lantern slightly higher. The light stuck to the grooves on his face, like a thin crescent moon falling into a dry well.

"Some say... accepting immortality will turn you into a degenerate creature in the future. But if you can't even survive now... then what's the point of living in the future?"

"But if you become an evil creature in the future, you may regret it."

"If he's not a bad guy, how can I bear to watch him die..."

"You will regret it no matter what you choose...haha," Miao Gong said as he left with a smile.

The fire faded away, like a belated firefly, disappearing between heaven and earth.

Yannian glanced at the tombstones around him.

A long time from now, there will be no more tombstones here, and no one will burn incense in front of the tombstones.

Regardless of whether you regret it later or whether you live forever, regrets will run through your life.

Until the desk, the Tenth King's pen lightly fell, and the ink was swallowed, ending the long sigh of this life.

"I know what you're going to say..." Yan Xiao smiled.

Although the old man's residence is not in the center of the nobility, it is at the intersection of the Star Chariot route, and only ordinary people can live there.

I think I have been waiting for him for a long time and want to test his attitude.

After all, he injured Lan. If the old man was a noble, he might be a radical who was greedy for immortality. To be more concise, he would find a way to make him kill Lan.

Letting him go in the name of the sword only further confirmed his attitude.

The old man's words just now have revealed some meaning.

The nobles have the right to use the cryostat. If they really love the child, why would they build a tomb for him now?

If he were an old man, he would definitely try his best to eliminate the aliens, put the important people into the freezer, and wait for the miracle of abundance to come.

If my guess is correct, that's probably it.

But maybe - not necessarily, maybe it's just an ordinary old man in the cemetery.

"Those who can only be buried here...are ultimately ordinary people without power..."

Yannian glanced at the cemetery. In any case, the old man did not conflict with his purpose.