Mr. Wu was so frightened that he dropped his stick: "Don't scare me!"His son and daughter-in-law also came out of the west room, looking at us with puzzlement.“I’m not lying to you, your old mother wa...Time became a meaningless concept, and before my eyes appeared a bewildering spectacle.

This feeling is like being held down by a ghost. I could sense movement all around me, but I couldn't open my eyes to see clearly.

I felt someone pinching me, pinching my face, and poking at the center of my face.

Is this Mu Wanchen trying to wake me up

I feel like I am conscious, but I can't control my body.

The pain in my abdomen began to come in waves, each one more intense than the last.

While I'm enduring the pain, there's also a sense of powerlessness—it's like waiting for the fruit to ripen and fall. If I really have to give birth under these circumstances, I can't do anything to stop it.

Yin Luo...

I began to hear hallucinations in my ears.

The voice was somewhat familiar, ethereal and indistinct, its gender unclear.

But the sound seemed to gather my consciousness, drawing me closer little by little, and helping me recover my clarity.

A white light began to appear before my eyes, consuming the surrounding darkness.

Can I move

But where is Mu Wanchen

I rolled over in bed and walked a few steps, feeling my way. I pushed against what used to be the door frame—but found nothing there.

But before my eyes appeared a magnificent vista.

Peach blossoms are like rain, and waterfalls rush.

Green mountains stretch as far as the eye can see, with ancient trees towering towards the heavens.

The houses on the cliffs lined up one after another, with huge stones sparkling and lush trees towering over them. The beauty was beyond imagination.

A gust of wind arose, scattering petals like rain. A gentle breeze swept across the secluded path, sending blossoms swirling into the clear river where they danced with the flowing water.

Amidst the beautiful scenery, I saw Mu Wanchen.

In a small courtyard nestled on a hillside, he was writing under a tree.

His white hair was very noticeable, sliding down his shoulders and onto the paper. But he didn't seem to mind at all, concentrating intently on writing something on the paper.

He would write two characters, pause for a moment, then furrow his brow in thought, and then write another two characters. And so on.

What is he writing

I ran into the courtyard and called him, but he pretended not to hear.

A cry echoed from inside the house, startling me. My whole body stiffened, and I stood frozen in place.

That's the sound of a baby crying.

Mu Wanchen quickly put down his pen and ran into the room.

I followed to see what was happening, and a small infant rolled off the bamboo bed. However, the ground beside the bed was already covered in bedding. At that moment, he lay on the bedding, face down, crying softly.

This little guy...still can't roll over

Like a little turtle, hahaha…

Well, no, this is someone else's child!

I was taken aback, discovering that there was no one else here—what about me

Mu Wanchen lifted the little baby, reaching out to poke between his brows with a finger. A smile played on his lips as he softly said, "This is how many times you've fallen down today Are you sleeping so unfaithfully because your mother was too active when she carried you"

What does this mean I'm running around for nothing... This is my child

And me

Why can't you see me

I stood there blankly for a while, watching him coax the child with such concentration, listening to his gentle voice that only appeared when he was most intimate. I just didn't understand.

Am I dead Is this just my soul out of my body

Why can't he see me at all Mu Wanchen has a soul lamp, he shouldn't be unable to see the yin souls, right

I reached out to touch him, my hand stretching forward as if it melted into his body.

But he, his eyes still calm as water, oblivious.

At a loss.

I stood before him, tiptoeing to get a glimpse of the baby in his arms. Before I could even make out the child's cheek, the gate to the courtyard outside was pushed open.

A simply dressed woman came carrying a basket, filled with fruits and vegetables as well as milk.

She curtsied to Mu Wanchen and went into the east kitchen to boil milk. After putting everything back in its place, she brought over the warm milk.

She seemed unable to speak, communicating with Mu Wanchen through gestures. Mu Wanchen frowned slightly, suppressing the tenderness he had shown towards the baby moments ago, and merely nodded curtly.

The woman left.

I stood there, utterly lost. I couldn't touch him, and he couldn't feel me.

The weather, the time of day, there are still no absolute rules. I don't know where to go, nor how to embrace Mu Wanchen, nor how to embrace the little child in his arms.

I can only watch when the baby is asleep.

Knelt by the bedside, staring intently at that tiny little face.

So small, so cute, but when it opens its eyes, you see a pair of deep and mysterious eyes.

This must be our child... Why can't I see... Did I die after giving birth to the baby

Do the ghosts here wait in that ghost city where the mirage dragons dwell, awaiting reincarnation

But I'm not from here, am I

Or am I destined to forever drift, unseen by Mu Wanchen

I reached out to touch the baby's hand... but I felt nothing, couldn't reach it.

Can't meet.

Isn't it said that death is like a lamp going out Why can I still see these visions Why do I still have so many worldly thoughts

I want to hug this little guy and listen to Mu Wanchen's gentle whispers by my side.

Now I can only helplessly watch these scenes.

Looking into Mu Wanchen's eyes, one could see tenderness and desolation alternating, warmth and coldness taking turns.

He could still be gentle towards the little child, but when he turned away, all that remained was solitude and coldness.

What on earth is going on

Am I dead

That kind of intense pain wouldn't kill me, would it I'm not that weak!

Yinluo...

That sound rang out again.

I stood in the yard, looking at the stars all over the sky, and couldn't help shouting: "Witch! Did you do this"

Hehehehehehe... Yin Luo...

Damn, that's definitely her voice!

Otherwise, seeing me anxiously jump up and down, why would she laugh

"What are you doing! Why can't I be seen! No... I'm here, I haven't disappeared… Why can't Mu Wanchen see me! What have you done!" I shouted at the surroundings.

Anyway, nobody could hear me. Mu Wanchen was coaxing the child in the room behind me, completely oblivious to my frantic crying and screaming in the yard.

New life is born, and naturally, life perishes... Otherwise, how could balance be maintained in this vast wilderness

That voice answered me in a hollow, ethereal manner.

The shamanic bloodworm within you has faded almost to the point of extinction... The Ghost Realm cannot claim your soul... You can only watch, for ten years, twenty years...

"I don't have that much time to watch! I need to take Mu Wanchen and the children back!"

Hmph hmph hmph... You're no longer people of the same world, your paths diverge. What's there to talk about coming and going

The bloodline of the shaman tribe must be preserved, but you...

In the vast expanse of desolation, you can rest assured and stay put until the day you turn to dust, or perhaps you'll come begging me I could also grant you an early end to this agony.

This woman! I knew she wasn't friendly to me, but I didn't expect her to be so vicious.

I don't feel any pain. If I can only watch like this, then just watch. Sooner or later, the child will grow up, Mu Wanchen will also die one day, and then...

Back then, I could have used the child as a condition to make him drink the immortal brew and return to the mountain with me for seclusion.

"...Are you crazy! We don't want to stay here! Why do you have to keep us Wouldn't it be better if a few less people ate your rice What's the point of keeping us here anyway!" I couldn't help but stomp my feet.

Hehehe... A few people missing A few ordinary people don't matter, but he can't leave.

"Why! Why didn't you just find someone else to be the Shaman! You have so many people here... Who wouldn't do it!"

The voice fell silent, and I thought the other party had ignored me. Just as I was sitting dejectedly on the steps, the voice suddenly spoke again.

He, is his reincarnation.

Uh

Who does "two of him" refer toe a world apart, a place of quiet repose.The legendary life of Grandpa, licking blood from the blade, panning for gold in the dust, gathering his loyal comrades in the mountains, living a life of chi...