The thing that defeats you in rebirth is not the distance but five years

When the cool wind blew, Su Mo stood on the wide gate and looked down at the ground: "So, I really can't go back?" It's already dark for more than half of the day, it should be September in the west of Beijing, and Zhang Ze should be crying up.

"Can I bring a letter to my friend?" Su Mo asked Zhou Yi who was standing next to him.

"That doesn't belong to you in the first place, and there is nothing to miss."

"Hey, I just came here for the first day, and I really can't accept it. I'm from this undead city." Su Mo was always dissatisfied with Zhou Yi's answer. Zhou Yi was selfish, even though he brought himself back to the immortal city. City, but it seems that he didn't want to thank him. On the contrary, he has more nostalgia for the original parallel world.

"I can come and go freely," Su Mo said after a long time, "Hey, is there any way for me to travel between the two worlds?"

"No one can go back and forth between the two worlds." Zhou Yi stood in the cold wind and looked up at the sky.

"Then why can you?"

"Me?" Zhou Yi was confused, no one can travel between the two worlds.

"Yes, you come to Jingxi to find me, why can you?"

"That's my soul."

"Only the soul can travel between different worlds."

Su Mo didn't speak. He glanced at Zhou Yi. It turned out that he died once to find himself. It seems that he went back to the Undead City to retrieve his body without saying goodbye.

Su Mo was a little moved, and the cold wind bit his bones: "Let's go in."

"Yeah!" Zhou Yi brought Su Mo into the living room.

"Is this my home?" Su Mo asked Zhou Yi, living in such a high place, the architectural style is a bit bohemian, relatively primitive, without meticulous craftsmanship, but it is special enough, but it still doesn't suit me for the time being aesthetic.

"This is your home. Your home is the highest place in Zizhou." Zhou Yi guessed that Su Mo should be curious about why his home is on the mountain.

"Why do you want to build a house on a mountain? It's still on such a high mountain. How difficult it is!"

Sure enough, Su Mo asked this question: "Because your father, Lord Su Longhai, is the ruler of Zizhou. In the Undead City, every ruler must live on the Immortal Stone."

"Oh, this place is called the Stone of Eternal Life." Su Mo guessed right, he was indeed born in a prominent place, and living in this kind of place, it seemed that he had a very high threshold.

Zhou Yi nodded: "And I can't go down the mountain for the rest of my life."

"What?" Su Mo's mouth grew big, and his three views fell to the ground, "Who made the rules?"

"Reaper," Zhou Yi said, "there are [-] rulers in the Undead City, and none of them are allowed to go down the mountain, and they can only stay on the mountain for the rest of their lives." Even though he had studied in the west of Beijing for a few years, Zhou Yi also knew this in his heart. This approach is against human nature, but it is still done.

"The ruler doesn't go down the mountain, how can he understand the people's sentiments, and how can he develop if he looks high on the mountain all day." Su Mo thought about these primitive buildings and the dark city. No wonder Zizhou is so backward, and his feelings are so These rulers don't do real things.

"This..." Zhou Yi couldn't answer for a while, "This place has never been developed. From my birth to now, Zizhou has not changed."

"Then~ have you ever been to the foot of the mountain?" Su Mo looked curious.

Zhou Yi said embarrassingly: "Occasionally... Occasionally, I have been with you a few times."

Su Mo smiled after hearing this: "I've been there too, I'm not bad, I have progressive ideas."

"Stop talking about going down the mountain." Zhou Yi vaguely remembered that when he came back from down the mountain last year, Su Longhai whipped off a layer of skin. As long as he lived in the Longevity Stone, there was absolutely no reason to go down the mountain.

"What? Are you scared?" Seeing Zhou Yi nervously looking around, Su Mo said, "Hey, let me ask you, is this ruler a hereditary system or an electoral system?"

"hereditary."

"Hereditary, isn't it me who will be the next ruler?" Su Mo was surprised.

"You are the eldest son, so naturally it is you."

"That is to say, as long as I succeed, I will not be able to go down the mountain in this life?" The rhythm of death is, if you can't go anywhere, you might as well die.

"Whether you succeed or not, you can't go down the mountain. As long as you live on the Longevity Stone, there is absolutely no reason to go down the mountain." Zhou Yi saw Su Mo stamping his feet anxiously, as if Su Mo couldn't stay on the mountain when he was anxious. Always looking for an opportunity to slip down the hill.

"I'll go, won't I?" Su Mo's scalp felt half numb after hearing this, "It's too bad." I thought that coming to a wealthy family would always give me some psychological comfort, but I didn't expect, I didn't expect, this is simply wealth A bird in a cage.

"Then what's the point of me being alive? I'm still immortal, and I can be resurrected after death." Su Mo thought of the long years and could only stay here, even the hope of living was extinguished by the cold water.

"Here, everyone's fate is doomed from birth."

"Then what is your fate?" Su Mo asked Zhou Yi.

"The guard who fights for you forever."

Su Mo looked at Zhou Yi. He was physically fit and dressed in a black robe. It was a pity that such an outstanding person could only serve as a bodyguard for the rest of his life.

"From today onwards, you are no longer my guard, go down the mountain to live the life you want." What kind of nonsense is this, why is fate determined by others, it's too crazy.

Zhou Yi didn't move, he just took these words as what Su Mo said when he was venting his anger. If it were a month ago, he might have been in pain when he heard these words, but after being exposed to Jingxi's education, there was still a slight change in his heart.

Everyone has the right to enjoy life.

"I'm serious." Su Mo pushed Zhou Yi away. Seeing that Zhou Yi was working hard for him, he felt troubled in his heart.

"I know."

"Knowing that you are still standing here, go back to your house quickly." Su Mo thought that he would not be able to go down the mountain for the rest of his life, but at least Zhou Yi could.

"When you get the eternal life stone, you will have no home anymore." When Zhou Yi was born, he was holding a magic scarf, and he was born to be a warrior of eternal life. He was given the eternal life stone the next day and has been with Su Mo beside.

"Where's your home?"

"I don't know, I was given the longevity stone on the second day after I was born." Zhou Yi fell into deep thought.

"Why were you given the longevity stone?" Su Mo was puzzled?Which parent would be so heartless to send their child to the stone of eternal life?

"Here, because of this." Zhou Yi rolled up his sleeves, revealing a section of green silk on his wrist.

"This?" Su Mo held his hand in front of his eyes, touched it, and it was no different from ordinary fabric.

"This is called a magic scarf. I was given the longevity stone because of it."

"Magic scarf? Is there magic?" Su Mo asked Zhou Yi. It would be too bad luck for a single magic scarf to be presented with the longevity stone.

"It's not magic, it's the ability to manipulate the universe." Zhou Yi waved his sleeve, creating a cool breeze.

"Oh! You manipulated the starry sky just now, right?" Su Mo thought of the undead he saw just now.

Zhou Yi nodded: "The person who owns the magic scarf is the most powerful mage in the Undead City, and I am one of them, so after I was born, I was given the longevity stone and became your guard."

"You are so good, you can only become a small guard? It's too unfair. You have the supreme spell, but you can only stay on this longevity stone. This is simply imprisoning you. This is the corruption of the society. "Su Mo fought for Zhou Yi's injustice. In order to make these mages obey the ruler, he made them loyal guards when they were very young.

Terrible, this is simply killing genius.

"No, I want you to leave the longevity stone. Here, you will never be able to play your role."

"I won't leave, my destiny is to protect you, to fight."

"I said, why are you so stupid? Anyway, you also studied in the west of Beijing for a few years. Everyone is equal and don't remember." Su Mo tapped Zhou Yi's head with his index finger, feeling distressed and angry.

"This is Zizhou, as long as it is in the Undead City, it will always be the same." Zhou Yi's heart is also contradictory, and this contradiction has troubled him for several days.

Zhou Yi used to do everything according to the ancestral rules. In order to save Su Mo, he committed suicide without saying a word, but now he is a little more vacillating in doing things, and he has his own right and wrong.

"There is no unchangeable reason, just wait, I will definitely give you back your freedom." Su Mo went back to the room.

"Hey, why are you following me?" Zhou Yi also followed him back to the room, "I'll stay alone for a while."

"My lord, in order to prevent you from having another accident, I will follow you all day from now on."

Su Mo finally knew why Zhou Yi doted on him so much during the four years of high school and freshman year. It turned out that it was all the genes inherited from here.

"Whatever you want." Su Mo returned to the room, "Is there a toilet here?" Su Mo looked around, although it was big, but the furnishings were simple, and there was no toilet, so what should I do if I go to the toilet by myself?

"Do you want to use the toilet?" Zhou Yi asked, "I'll take you there."

"No way, is there any in the room?" Su Mo thought to himself, what if he had to urinate urgently that night?I have to go all the way to the bathroom, that's really pitiful, I'm still the ruler, after all, I'm still a prince, it's so pitiful to go to the bathroom, it's not as good as my life in the west of Beijing.

After walking for a few minutes, I finally arrived at the bathroom, but this is not a bathroom, at best it's a latrine: "Let's go, let's go, I won't be going."

It is simply a house made of stones, and there is a strange squat inside. As for where will it be pulled?Su Mo didn't notice either.

Sigh~ It’s really backward than the countryside in the west of Beijing. How can people here not enjoy life?

"I want to brush my teeth. Is there a toothbrush towel here?" Su Mo expressed serious doubts about how people here brush their teeth.

Zhou Yi brought Su Mo to the sink and brought a toothbrush, but this toothbrush was not the other toothbrush, it was a toothbrush made entirely of bamboo.

"Heh~ You're really imaginative. I thought you guys would make toothbrushes out of pig hair."

"Pig hair is easy to fall off." Zhou Yi's serious answer really made Su Mo frowned. It turned out that pig hair was really used to make a toothbrush, which was terrible.

"Where's the toothpaste?" There was definitely no toothpaste, but what Su Mo wanted to know was what they would use to make toothpaste.

Zhou Yi came over with a large bowl of charcoal powder: "Here."

Su Mo's heart tightened: "What is this?"

"This is charcoal powder, with added salt, it can whiten and sterilize." Zhou Yi smiled and introduced that Jingxi's whitening toothpaste also added charcoal powder and salt. The advertisement said it was whitening and sterilizing. They brush their teeth with charcoal powder and salt.

"You're really talented." Looking at this big pot of unprocessed, original toothpaste, Su Mo was in admiration.

"Talents come out of poor mountains and bad waters." Su Mo sighed.

After returning to the room, Zhou Yi started to make the bed on the floor: "I'll sleep here tonight." Zhou Yi spread the quilt beside Su Mo's bed.

"How can I do that? You are my friend, sleeping on the bed." Su Mo put the quilt on the bed, "Don't tell me about guards or not, you are still Zhou Yi, whom I met in West Beijing." It is impossible for Su Mo to let Zhou Yi slept under the bed.

"You consider me a friend?"

"Isn't it? We've always been best friends." Su Mo answered him, tapping the elm's head.

The bed is too wide, and I don’t know if the mountain is too big, so the living room here is too wide, the corridor is too wide, and the bedroom is also too wide.

The bed was more than enough for two people, and it was already late at night, Su Mo asked, "What time is it?"

Zhou Yi waved his hand, and the timer in the hall appeared above his head, "It's already [-] o'clock at night."

"It's [-] o'clock. It must have been half a month in the west of Jingxi. I don't know if my art exhibition has been carried out smoothly." Su Mo is still worried about the art exhibition, Zhang Ze, how anxious he should be if he can't find himself .

"Xiaomo, that's just a world where your soul temporarily rests. It's not your home, your home is here."

Although Su Mo knew it, it was very difficult to really accept it. West Beijing is so real, London is so real, and traveling around the world is still vivid in his memory. Are those not real?Is it just a nihilistic world derived from my one-month coma?

"Zhou Yi, did I really exist in that parallel world?"

"From the point of view of Undead City, you didn't really exist there for [-] years," Zhou Yi said, "But from the perspective of Jingxi, you really lived for [-] years."

"So I'm real."

"Well," Zhou Yi replied, "Your memory is the best proof, but for us, it's just a small episode in our slow life." People with immortal souls will wander around the universe. During the three days of wandering, the soul will be placed in various spaces and worlds, and these are just a dessert in my slow life.

When the time is up, it will come back.

"Ah~" Su Mo sighed, he never thought his life would be in this way, should he be happy or sad?

"Zhou Yi, how did I die?" Su Mo suddenly wondered why he died?

"Actually, when I saw you, you were already dead at that time. It's very strange. You died strangely on your [-]th birthday." Zhou Yi's tone was very floating, he was recalling what happened a month ago.

People who died on their birthdays had never been in the Undead City. Birthdays were rebirths. Someone had never died on their birthdays. It was not until Su Mo's death that this rule was broken.

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