The ancients watched me play the Starry Sky Railway

"It was Miss Liuying who woke from her dream early, found the train across the sea of ​​stars, and brought us everything about the remnants of the Order. Perhaps the script helped, but the price was..."

Huang Quan pondered, his gaze fixed on Xing.

"You see, as a stowaway, her method of entering dreams is different from ours. Without the hotel's dream-entering device and her family's help, there's only one way for her to wake up from her dream... a true 'death'."

"Don't let her down. This doesn't mean we have to win everything on this trip, but our determination should match that of that brave girl."

"It's so powerful! Even though I didn't actually die, the pain is the same, right?"

Yue Fei was full of admiration.

A tough guy!

...Uh, no, Iron Girl!

"If only the current emperor could be so courageous. It's not like we can't defeat a mere Jin man!"

Yue Yun complained in his heart: Father, look at what you said, you have to have some guts to even joke, right?

…………

"Xing's eyes were firm and she nodded heavily."

"Very good, then, please close your eyes."

"They both closed their eyes at the same time."

"At that moment, Xing felt the world spinning again."

"Then, she saw the past... the past that belonged to Huang Quan."

"In the boundless ocean, countless hands reach out, trying to touch the black sun dripping with black water in the sky."

"Huang Quan and an old man wearing a bamboo hat stood on the shore."

"How long has this rain lasted?" the old man asked, his voice filled with sorrow.

“If I remember correctly, it might have been a few years, decades, or even a hundred years.”

"The 'Hunter's' determination to die will never cease, but thankfully... we have finally extradited these souls. They were heroes in life, and will never again become puppets of 'Nothingness.'"

"Look, the shadows on the sea have all vanished. Remember, you said that once the regrets of the deceased have been resolved, the sky will clear."

Huang Quan said, pointing to the distant sea.

"But the rain still didn't stop..." The old man sighed sadly, "So, why is it? Why did this rain choose me?"

"Perhaps, it's because some people still have regrets that haven't been resolved."

"The Blood Guilt Spirit... the obsession of the Fate Walker. Born from the shadow of IX, it sees itself as the victim, unknowingly repeating the deceased's actions in life."

"But this illusory shadow... has walked with me through the long days."

"Huang Quan lowered his eyes, and there seemed to be a hint of compassion in his calm eyes."

“…So that’s how it is.” An ominous black mist emanated from the old man’s body, and his figure gradually dissipated. “I… am already dead.”

"He's already dead... so he's a ghost? This ghost seems pretty normal."

Although Pu Songling wrote many ghost stories, this was the first time he saw a ghost, and he couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

He suddenly realized that this ghost was actually different from the ghost in the story.

He is neither cruel nor scary, but just a gentle old man.

"The ghosts people fear may just be the family members that some people have been waiting for for many years."

He suddenly had a new realization.

Next time I’ll write a heartwarming ghost story.

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Huang Quan: “…Yes.”

"Are you watching over me?" the old man asked.

"Perhaps," Huang Quan said calmly, "This is my duty... Huang Quan's Watcher. I will guard the path to the abyss of 'nothingness' and lead every life that refuses to fall into it back to this world."

"Old man: "But if this is the result of the dead, do you still want to change it?"

"I don't know." Huang Quan shook his head gently. "But someone once told me that one day he would pass away, and he hoped that at that time... someone would place a bouquet of flowers at his grave."

"Even if this is meaningless?" the old man continued to ask.

"Some things, even if they're meaningless, must still be done. I've experienced so many similar things." Huang Quan held out his hand: "Please reach out your hand, then close your eyes. I will carry your wish and fulfill it. Only in this way can I end this last regret on this shore of the Dead Sea."

The old man stretched out his hand to her, trembling: "Will I... ever see them again?"

"I will definitely do that," Huang Quan said affirmatively, "because you were the one who told me all this: about that train, your two former companions, the pioneering work that ended in an insect plague, your narrow escape, your encounter with the Sea Patrolman... and that hometown I can never return to, Pinocchio."

"Yes, countless times... I was rejected by my family and could only pass by it. But I know that my companion is still there... all alone... Mikhail, are you still there?" The old man's voice was filled with sadness."

"Wait a minute... could this old man be... Tiernan?!" Yang Jian was stunned.

He originally thought that Tianmu showed Huang Quan's past just to shape Huang Quan's character.

So there is such a cause and effect?

"Tiernan led the Lantern Moth clan to explore the wilderness, but they were wiped out by an insect plague. Unexpectedly, not only did he survive, he even became a sea ranger... The relic Huang Quan returned must have been given by Tiernan."

"It's a pity that he can never go back and never see his former friend Mikhail again. Mikhail even thought he was dead a long time ago."

"Even though they're so far apart, he still misses Mikhail."

Dugu Jialuo sighed softly.

Although she has been in a high position for many years and her heart is harder than steel, she can still be slightly moved by watching the sky curtain, which is similar to reading a story.

…………

"Take my hand and follow me. We will...get out of here."

“You will walk down a long, long road, and all you will see is darkness. But don’t be afraid, for you will see that at the end of the road there is always a touch of red.”

"That is the color of existence. Follow it, and it will show you the way. Then you will surely meet in the sunlight."

"Huang Quan's voice gradually became gentle."

"Thank you..." Tiernan trembled as he held Huang Quan's hand, like an old man who could not move and could only rely on his granddaughter.

Huang Quan pulled him forward, step by step: "May death end your long dream... and lead you back to the waking world."