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Chapter 72 The Old Man Who Died Alone

On the empty street, Lu Zhou took off his demon mask and walked slowly under the bright street lights.

Recalling tonight's hunt, he found that he still didn't seem to have much resistance to killing.

It's just that compared to before, he now has more reasons to kill.

In order to be able to help Ah Qing get rid of the curse as soon as possible, to do justice for the sky, or for the hidden desire for power in his heart?

It seems to be both, but so what?
Lu Zhou looked up at the moon in the sky, as if the previous killings and battles were illusory, and only the tranquility at this moment is the real life.

At this moment, his ears moved.

He heard the flute.

The sound of the flute is melodious and beautiful, but it also contains endless loneliness.

As if being drawn by some kind of soul, Lu Zhou couldn't help walking along the sound.

Walking through one street after another, passing through various urban areas, Lu Zhou finally came to an unremarkable dilapidated old house.

It was from this old house that the sound of the flute came.

Next to the old house was a garbage dump, and the surrounding area was so empty that not even a mouse was seen.

Lu Zhou stood outside the old house, quietly listening to the sound of the flute inside.

A few minutes later, the sound of the flute inside stopped abruptly, and then a vicissitudes of voice came:

"Young man, don't stand outside, go inside and sit."

Lu Zhou came back to his senses, hesitated for a moment, and reached out to push the old door.

The door was not locked, it was just ajar, and when it was pushed open, the inside of the house was revealed.

An old bed, a table, a chair, and an old electric fan.There is a water tank in the corner, and a calendar from the previous year hangs on the wall.

An old man with a bent back was sitting on the chair, the skin on his thin arms was like dry bark, and there was a flute on the table.

The old man looked at Lu Zhou outside the door with a kind smile on his face.

Lu Zhou walked into the room and saw that there were no extra stools in the room, so he simply stood there.

"You are the first person who can hear my flute." The old man said to Lu Zhou: "Only people who are in a similar mood to me can hear my flute."

"Can the old man play it again?" Lu Zhou said.

The old man smiled happily and said, "Of course, it's rare to have an audience."

As he spoke, the old man picked up the flute again, and soon, the same flute sounded as before.

Lu Zhou closed his eyes and felt that his heart had calmed down again. His whole soul seemed to have entered an incomparably ethereal realm accompanied by the sound of the flute.

At this time, he was floating all over, and he felt like his soul was out of his body.

He opened his eyes and found that he was actually floating up, and he was floating higher and higher.

Looking down, he saw himself standing inside the house.

Is this really a soul out of body?
Lu Zhou was surprised, but he didn't panic. Instead, he enjoyed the rising feeling.

His field of vision grew wider and wider, beginning to see through roofs, and then rising, piercing clouds.

The entire Jianghai City can be seen in a panoramic view.

Then Jianghai City began to become as big as a grain of rice. Lu Zhou saw the land and the ocean, and gradually, a whole planet appeared in front of him.

A cosmic starry sky emerged around him, and countless stars followed their orbits.

Everything in the universe seemed to be displayed in front of him at this moment.

Lu Zhou's sight penetrated countless stars and finally saw a pair of eyes.

A pair of cold and heartless eyes, completely unlike human beings.

Those eyes were enormous, and the galaxies were like dust before them.

Just a simple look at each other, Lu Zhou felt that his consciousness was about to be crushed into pieces, and he felt extremely weak.

He found that he began to fall, and everything around him began to change, and finally he saw the planet again, saw the land and ocean, saw Jianghai City, and saw the dilapidated old house.

The sound of the flute stopped, Lu Zhou slowly opened his eyes, and found that his consciousness had returned to his body.

At this moment, he was cold and sweating all over his body, and those horrible eyes kept appearing in his mind.

What kind of existence has such eyes!

What is he to such an existence?
"you saw it?"

Just as Lu Zhou was thinking, the old man interrupted his thoughts.

"I saw it." Lu Zhou nodded.

"Are you afraid of it?" The old man put down his flute.

"Scared, but curious." Lu Zhou

"I was like that at the beginning." The old man smiled.

Lu Zhou looked at the old man and asked, "What the hell is that?"

"That is the arbiter of this world." The old man said slowly.

"The arbiter of the world?" Lu Zhou obviously didn't understand.

"It's too far away for you now." The old man stood up slowly and said to Lu Zhou: "I haven't gone out for a long time, can you go out for a walk with me?"

Seeing that the old man had no intention of continuing to answer, Lu Zhou stepped forward to support the old man.

The two walked out of the dilapidated old house together. The old man looked at the sky outside and said with emotion: "The stars are no longer visible here. The starry sky here was the most beautiful 300 years ago."

"300 years ago?" Lu Zhou was a little surprised.

"I have lived for too long, things are people and things are not things, so I should go too." The old man said calmly.

"Where do you want to go?" Lu Zhou sensed something and turned his head to ask.

"Let's go to Shengyang Mountain." The old man said.

Lu Zhou stopped a taxi and took the old man into it.

The taxi driver asked: "Little brother, where are you going alone at this late hour?"

A person?

Lu Zhou glanced at the old man beside him.

Could it be that the other party can't see this old man?
"Go to Shengyang Mountain." Lu Zhou said.

Half an hour later, the taxi arrived at the foot of Shengyang Mountain.

Luxurious villas were built scattered on the mountainside of Shengyang Mountain. At this moment, the lights in those villas were all turned off, and only one villa with the best location was still brightly lit.

Mu Yunpeng was lingering with Su Ling at the moment, suddenly his expression turned serious, he pushed Su Ling away, turned over and sat up.

"Master, what's the matter?" Su Ling, who was wearing silk pajamas, stood up and put her arms around Mu Yunpeng's neck and asked.

Mu Yunpeng said with a serious expression: "I suddenly had a frightened feeling just now, and I don't know why."

Su Ling quickly comforted him: "Master, you are the strongest. What else in this world can scare you?"

Mu Yunpeng smiled when he heard the words, "It's true, I have a system by my side, who can threaten me?"

……

Lu Zhou helped the old man all the way from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and the two sat together on a half-hanging cliff on the top of the mountain.

Although he was by his side, Lu Zhou could feel the deep loneliness in the old man's heart.

The two of them sat silently for several hours until the sky turned white.

"Thank you, young man."

The old man looked at the horizon in the distance, and with the rising sun, the figure of the old man began to dissipate slowly, turning into golden rays of light.

One is like the morning sun, and the other is like the setting sun.

Lu Zhou sat aside, silently accompanying the lonely old man on his last journey.

After the old man disappeared completely, Lu Zhou had an extra flute beside him.

Bathed in the golden sun, Lu Zhou put away his flute, got up and bowed to the place where the old man had sat, and then left Shengyang Mountain.

He deliberately went to the garbage dump to take another look, and found that the dilapidated old house had disappeared, as if it had never existed.

Everything last night was like a dream, and only the flute on my body could prove that the old man and the old house once existed.

(End of this chapter)