To the eternal you

"she...?"

"That's right, her." Abedo clamped three sketches on the sketchboard, each of which was lifelike, and the details between the petals were vividly depicted.

"My alchemy focuses on creating life, and as you can see, the main form of life is matter. Whether it is elemental life or human beings, or everything that makes up the world, there are external forms of expression."

Speaking of this, Abedo showed a hint of yearning on his dull face.

"But what is the nature of the world? What is the meaning of the birth of human beings in this world? And how to reach the end of the truth of the world?"

"Wow... I don't understand what Abedo is saying at all..."

"This is a problem on the spiritual level. It's like judging a person who is mentally dead. He is alive like a plant with only basic physical signs. Although he is alive on the physical level, but from the spiritual level, a person who cannot think , who cannot express emotions, who cannot accept new memories, is no different from death."

"That is to say, in your opinion, it, no, she is actually still alive?"

Ying's tone became tense.

"Yes, she is indeed a living spiritual creature. It may be difficult for you to understand the meaning of this, but to me, it is like a miracle materialized."

He was fascinated by the gesture of looking at the flowers, and there was a strong desire to explore in his eyes.

"It may not be a miracle if it is only alive on the spiritual level, but the other party's personality is extremely unique. It reminds me of the remnant soul of the demon god in the collar of Benlang, but unlike him, the flower in your hand may be The embers left behind after a god dies."

"God... the embers after death?"

"That's right," Abedo nodded, looking at Hua with a burning gaze, "It stands to reason that after the death of a demon god, especially the death of a personal existence like a god, the rules of one world should be changed, but A flower in your hand that doesn't feel that way at all represents a problem."

"She's not dead?"

"Between death and life, if she is physically observed to be dead, but from a spiritual perspective, she is undoubtedly still alive, and even has memory, which can respond to the outside world."

Ying vaguely felt that she had touched some kind of secret, a secret that was very important to her.

"In other words... can she be resurrected?"

"Theoretically, it is possible, but from an observation point of view, it is still far away from being able to revive her."

Abedo stretched out his hand to his chin, his gaze stayed on the flowers, and he pondered for a moment.

"If you can collect things of the same nature as hers and let her absorb them, it will speed up the process."

"She will be very happy when she hears the singing, and then there will be many small balls of light."

Paimon said with his hips akimbo showing off.

"Will there be such a reaction when I hear the singing? It also testifies to my thoughts, so can I ask you to sing again?"

"I tried it before, no matter how much I sang, she didn't respond."

"Well, there is no response, there are too many possible hypotheses, how about this, this thing is for you."

Abedo handed them a machine that looked like a photo camera.

"What is this? Can it be eaten?" Paimeng Tiyin took the machine and looked for a place to eat.

"Based on the standard of food, it is obviously inedible. This is my modified video camera. In addition to the original camera function, it can also record video. If you observe that phenomenon again, please use the video camera Record it."

"Then just send the photo camera to me. After I confirm, I will rush to find you as soon as possible. Before that, I plan to go back and look for information."

Abedo looked a little resolute, and after handing the photo camera to Paimon, he nodded with them as farewell, and left soon.

"What a strange man."

"But it's a windfall? I know a little about her in advance."

Ying looked at the weak flower of light in her hand, then gently raised her hand, and the flower turned into light particles and dissipated.

"Let's go, I have a hunch that we can find more answers in Liyue."

"I'm really confident, and why does it feel like you care about her more than Paimon, Traveler?"

"Because Paimon is so edible, it takes a lot of Mora a day."

"Hey hey~ I'm helping the traveler plan the economy, and the traveler eats a lot too!"

The sound of the two quarreling also drifted away with the wind, and the poet sitting on the apple tree listened carefully, and also played the song of the sky, the strings were elegant and the singing was clear.

It was a poem about a girl's last journey.

——The girl is praying——

Liyue, Yuehai Pavilion.

Gan Yu was fascinated by the scenery of Liyue Port, which was very rare for her.

The emperor gave her a letter, and explained the upcoming major events in Liyue Port, and also mentioned a deceased girl.

"Will... will you come back to fulfill the contract..."

She murmured blankly.

Is it really possible, and what form will she appear in front of him?

But, isn't she already...

Thinking of the sadness, Gan Yu felt a little lonely, she pursed her lips tightly, and held the wooden railing tightly with both hands, leaving light handprints.

She has very few friends, no, it should be said that there is only a young girl.

The girl who bloomed like fireworks in the summer festival gave her life for her country hundreds of years ago, is it possible to be alive now?

She witnessed the light of the prayer falling into the sky with her own eyes, and it was no longer bright. Only when her longing was strong, could she call out the flower of light that symbolized the girl.

But that's it.

She also didn't think that Dijun might deceive herself, rather, how could she mention such a thing in a jest before that big event that was almost enough to change the entire Liyue Port.

Will the farewell between immortals and humans be the reunion of the dead and the living?

But no matter what, if the other party can come back, it means that the already turbulent situation may have to be reversed, especially... regarding the disposal of that group of people.

She leaped down from the railing of Yuehai Pavilion briskly, leaping like an antelope on the beams of the house, the wind blew the hair around her ears, and the black and red unicorn horns were faintly visible.

After a few breaths, he crossed the Bubulu and arrived at the market place below it. The people on the street were gathered together and were a little noisy.

"Fools, get out of Liyue!"

"I'm not selling your stuff!"

"Don't look, Liyue, no one will sell your things!"

I can vaguely hear such shouting and cursing, as expected, this is the No. 70 six diplomatic issues this month.

Even in the crowd, she saw a familiar figure, Mr. Zhongli was standing in the crowd, then he glanced at her and nodded slightly.

In the crowd, a young man dressed in a literati long gown confronted a few foolish soldiers with cold faces who didn't look too easy to provoke.