Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

Chapter 556 The Price of Immortality

On the other side, Qin Youyou and the grandparents of the Holy Light Knights also cleaned up all the murals.

[Ding dong, 4200 million gold coins have been credited to your account, remaining gold coins]

Qin Youyou was taken aback. How come she suddenly received extra gold coins?

The money earned from Wujiu City's businesses and the gold coins earned from Xingji Pavilion, when distributed to her, were all transferred to Wujiu City in the form of mustard seed bags, and directly put into Ling Yi's private treasury.

Although the system's numbers will detect this ever-increasing amount of gold coins, it will not issue a special notification.

In other words, the 4200 million gold coins that came in this time did not come from the Star Pavilion selling items.

"Where did this money come from?"

Qin Youyou was confused.

“The order of these murals is wrong.” Zhang Baolin stroked his chin, realizing something was amiss.

The grandparents swarmed forward.

"It really is!"

"The events were all disrupted and scattered."

"Hey everyone, we've got new work! Let's get to it!"

Older people always have a special reverence for history. The grandparents realized that they were about to witness the restoration of historical events, and they were all excited and quick to act.

Before long, the reconstruction of the murals in the corridor was completed.

"This child has had a hard life." The grandparents shook their heads and sighed as they looked at the mural depicting the life of a handsome young man.

"Yes, that's right. What happened to the child who went crazy later?"

"To avoid causing harm to the world, he actually sealed himself away, alas..."

Qin Youyou also stared blankly at the murals.

A sunny young man with a cute little tiger tooth, he loves to laugh, loves to cry, and loves all the vibrant life in the world.

He would snuggle up to a girl's lap and shower her with the most vibrant flowers and the cutest little animals in the world.

Of the four young men, he was the most obedient and the most emotional.

However, they still could not escape the curse of immortality.

It turns out that, apart from the ceaseless flow of time, nothing in this world is eternally unchanging.

Tens of millions of years have passed, etching away the past.

The smile on the handsome young man's face, from some unknown time, evaporated quietly like morning dew, gradually disappearing day by day.

As time progresses, the color tone of the image becomes darker.

In the last few paintings, the lush green grass and vibrant flowers that the young man had nurtured were never seen by him again, and the furry little animals that had once nestled in his arms never felt his warmth again.

His face finally froze completely, solidifying into a mask, the light in his eyes extinguished, leaving only a deep, indifferent gaze.

When the soft leaves gently brushed his cheek, he coldly raised his hand, cruelly breaking that vitality, trampling it under his feet, and crushing it into the mud.

Only when facing the girl with the red mole between her eyebrows would a barely perceptible ripple appear in the depths of his frozen gaze.

In the final scene, he, like a walking corpse, stumbles and staggers, following the girl's retreating figure into a magnificent yet cold palace...

He sealed away the last wisp of life, along with himself, completely within it.

"Sigh..." The grandparents sighed deeply, their spirits low.

Witnessing a person's life, from grandeur to desolation, and finally to loneliness, always leaves a bitter taste in one's mouth.

They had all faced the despair of approaching their end and knew the helplessness of dying.

The young man in the mural is clearly a deity, yet he is just like any other mortal, unable to escape worldly concerns.

Qin Youyou stared at the young man in the picture, then at the girl who looked exactly like her. Suddenly, her heart ached, and something exploded in her mind.

She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head.

"What's wrong, Flying Stick?" Han Dujuan noticed that Qin Youyou was acting strangely and asked nervously.

When Qin Youyou opened her eyes again, all she saw was crimson. She couldn't see anything clearly anymore. Before her eyes, she kept seeing the young man's blank face and emotionless eyes.

Who exactly is that young man?!

Why do I feel so sad seeing him end up like that?

"Who are you?" The image was like a sharp weapon, hammering into Qin Youyou's mind again and again. She shook her head, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

"Who?" Han Dujuan didn't understand, but she could tell that Fei Gun'er was not in a good state.

"Come quick, something's wrong with the flying stick!" She grabbed Qin Youyou's shoulder to help her steady herself and shouted urgently to Zhang Baolin and the others.

The grandparents rushed over and panicked when they saw Fei Gun'er with his eyes closed, his face pale, and his head covered in sweat.

"What's going on?"

Is it because of the murals?

"That's not right. After looking at these murals, I felt quite enlightened, and my realm even seemed to have subtly risen. Why is Flying Stick in so much pain?"

"Flying Stick, hold on! What's on your mind?"

Tell us what you think is wrong, and we'll try to help you!

"If only life were as beautiful as our first meeting." Qin Youyou suddenly opened her eyes, and the next line popped into her mind: "Immortality will eventually change one's nature!"

"Everything we create in the beginning, no matter how beautiful, pure, or clean, will ultimately be corroded, weathered, and polluted..."

"Of course, time can be reversed, but if we go back in time and start over, it will eventually lead to disintegration."

"We will eventually become monsters."

She suddenly recalled what those false gods had said a few days ago, when she was still in the Astral Plane.

"Star Clan devours souls, thus achieving immortality and eternal life."

In their pursuit of immortality, they shamelessly took the lives of others, but they paid the price for it: their flesh and blood were consumed, their bodies crumbled and disintegrated, and they lost all their precious qualities and moving emotions, leaving only a body of eerie purple bones.

"My head hurts so much!" Qin Youyou's temples suddenly throbbed, and her mind seemed to explode as if a bolt of lightning had struck.

She staggered and squatted down uncontrollably. Her mind was in turmoil, and the remnant souls that had merged with her showed signs of splitting apart again.

"Ah!" Large beads of sweat dripped from Qin Youyou's forehead.

"pain!"

"Flying stick!"

"What's wrong, Flying Stick!"

The voices of her grandparents pierced her eardrums from all directions, like long needles stabbing into her brain, making her pain even more intense.

The world spins and the seas churn.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

Qin Youyou pounded her head hard, but her hand was grabbed. She waved her hand irritably, trying to control her strength with reason, and pushed them all away.

But the force was still too great.

Caught off guard, the grandparents were violently swung away by her. Their bodies fell to the ground like kites with broken strings, their internal organs seemingly shattered, and blood spilled from the corners of their lips.

The cries of pain slightly brought Qin Youyou to her senses. She turned her head in alarm, the bloodshot in her eyes slowly receding. Seeing the injured state of her grandparents, her heart ached terribly!

She hurt them.