Angor bid farewell to Zslade's antique shop and walked to the exit in silence.
"Zslade has his own set of standards in mind. He respects balance, and he will give as well as take. He doesn't just treat his customers this way. He also treats those who are harmed because of his business dealings equally. "
Sunders chuckled. "Speaking of which, when Zslade first came to the wizarding world, he was a bit like you.
"But you're better than him. Even if you don't like something, you can still face it objectively and rationally. Back then, Zslade was a hot-blooded man. "
This was the first time Angor heard Sunders talking about his past. "What happened next?" he asked curiously.
"The lifespan of a human being is too short, and human nature is too unpredictable. The longer you experience it, the more you'll understand. Time wore away Zslade's hot-bloodedness. Even the most naïve person can't stand being beaten by wind and rain. " Sunders didn't explain what "wind and rain" meant. Instead, he paused and continued, "Speaking of which, I don't think he's changed much compared to before. At least, compared to other people in the wizarding world, he still has his original heart. "
He turned around and looked at the cursive words on the wall.
[If you're willing to burn the light of your life in exchange for a single rose. You must have lost your mind. ]
These words came from The Flower Seller Who Danced for Sin. But in fact, Zslade was the author of the book. He carved these words on the wall not only to show his identity, but also to tell Angor about Zslade's own experience.
He was telling his own story and reflecting on it at the same time.
This was because he had once had the same impulse. He had used his life in exchange for an insignificant rose.
…
Sunders rode his Gondola and flew away.
Just like before, Sunders used an illusion to hide the Gondola from others.
But even without the concealment of illusions, no one would notice such a sky.
Fog.
And it was a gloomy day.
The sky was hazy, turning the entire Muyang City into a blue-black hue. It was at the boundary between being able to see clearly and being blurry at the same time.
Coupled with the fog, even though it wasn't thick, it still reduced the visibility by a few degrees. Other than the street lamps and the building lights that could still be seen clearly, the rest of the place could only be vaguely seen.
With that, he drove the Gondola away from Shepherding City.
Along the way, Zslade's deal gave him a lot of ideas, and he began to question himself. Sunders remained silent as well. He was still thinking about what Angor did to him earlier.
For a moment, the silent atmosphere was maintained for a while.
When he was about to reach the outskirts of Shepherding City, he finally snapped out of his thoughts. It was not because he realized something, but because he was attracted by something shining on the ground.
There was a slope at the bottom, and there were buildings on both sides of the slope. There were no street lights, but the light from the buildings made the slope less dark.
This road was not on the main road of the city, so the city construction plan had not extended to this point. There were no tiles on the ground, and it was purely a dirt road. It seemed there was a drizzle last night, which made the road very muddy.
At this moment, on this muddy slope, there was a figure holding an oil lamp, staggering forward.
The figure was wearing a rain-proof cloak, so Angor didn't pay much attention to it at first. He only thought it was a lone traveler. Later, Angor noticed the figure because the ground was too slippery, and she tripped.
She was lying on the ground, and the hood of her cloak fell down, revealing her white hair.
The oil lamp was also nearby, and the dim light from it illuminated her face. Angor looked down from the sky and saw the old face illuminated by the light.
It was an old granny, the same one he saw in Zslade's antique shop.
Angor looked at the person on the ground and felt more and more familiar. He didn't realize it himself, but he also stopped his Gondola to check.
This attracted Sunders' attention.
Sunders looked down and saw a white-haired granny lying on the ground. She seemed to have fallen down and didn't move for a long time. After a while, she forced herself to sit up.
Covered in mud, he sat on the slope. Around him was a blue-black background, and occasionally, he could see some light. The granny was panting heavily in the mist.
"What? You know her?"
Angor shook his head. "I don't know. She looks familiar, but I can't remember."
Sunders looked at the granny on the ground again. This time, he was much more serious than before. This time, he came to the same conclusion as before. "She's a very ordinary human. If you really want to find something special about her, I'd say she's out of place."
"Out of place?"
"She doesn't look like an old woman, but she doesn't look like she's in her twilight years."
Sunders' words reminded Angor of something he read on his hologram tablet. "Did a young soul intrude into the body of an old woman?"
Sunders chuckled. "If a soul can take over a body so easily, why do you think there are so many dead souls wandering around the world? Soul invasion. There are many restrictions in this. Why would a soul with such restrictions choose an ordinary old man who doesn't have long to live? "
Besides, this woman's body and soul are compatible. There's nothing wrong with them. "
Angor pondered for a moment. "I saw her in the antique shop before. Could she be Mister Zslade's customer? Did she trade her youth and life for her current condition? "
Sunders considered for a moment. "It's possible. However, I have never seen her even when she was younger. "
The granny on the ground finally stood up. She seemed to have sprained her ankle, so she could only hold onto the railing and slowly walk forward. "Time to go," Sunders said to Angor as she slowly disappeared into the distance.
Angor nodded. Whether he knew the granny or not, he was sure that the feeling was not strong enough for him to recognize her at first glance. So, he didn't think the granny was someone he knew. At most, she was a familiar stranger, and a regular human. There was no need to waste time thinking about it.
With that in mind, Angor took one last look at the granny's back and drove his Gondola away toward the dark blue sky.
…
Ananda raised her head and looked at the blue-black sky that was covered by the fog.
For some reason, she felt that someone was looking at her from the sky. However, after looking at it for a long time, she did not find any clues.
Could it be that she was mistaken?
At this moment, on the top floor of a four-story building by the roadside, someone pushed open the window. A little fatty whose face had been squeezed out of flesh popped his head out.
The boy was about 13 or 14 years old. His eyes glowed when he saw Ananda. Then he rolled his eyes as if he thought of something. He took a deep breath and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm in a parabola in Ananda's direction.
Unfortunately, the boy's aim was poor, and the phlegm landed about five meters away from Ananda.
Ananda glared fiercely at the little fatty. She wanted to scold him, but her body could no longer support her roaring. She could only mutter in a low voice, "Damn brat, if it was a few days ago, I would have gone upstairs and dismembered your limbs!"
That being said, Ananda's body was currently weak and powerless. How could she compare to that little fatty?
She could only grunt helplessly. She bent her body and staggered away. Behind her, she could still hear the little fatty's loud laughter.
After the mischievous child's prank, Ananda didn't pursue the feeling of being spied on. Perhaps that feeling of being spied on was a resident in a nearby building who saw her fall and made fun of her.
With a gloomy mood, Ananda left the path of the hill. This place was still a few hundred meters away from the house she was currently renting. If it was in the past, it would probably only take a few minutes to reach home. But now, those few hundred meters were as long as more than ten kilometers in the past.
Ananda slowly moved her feet. Her muscles and bones felt stiff, which made her feel very uncomfortable. In addition, she sprained her ankle before, so it was even more uncomfortable to walk.
After moving more than two hundred meters, Ananda couldn't walk anymore. She had to sit on the roadside flower bed to rest.
While Ananda was resting, she suddenly heard a melodious singing in her ears.
She turned around curiously and saw that the singing voice came from the theater behind her.
She knew this theater. It was a children's choir during the day and an adult choir at night. Before she became old, she also went to listen to it. However, as a subhuman, she really couldn't appreciate this kind of decadent music. Instead of listening to these ambiguous and clingy love poems, it would be better to go to the Meixiang Theater and watch an adult stage play to enjoy themselves.
Now, the voice coming from the theater was the decadent music about love that she didn't like in the past.
However, maybe it was because she had no choice but to listen to it, or because she had just experienced something uncomfortable, but listening to the singing, Ananda inexplicably felt less disgusted.
She was even fascinated by it.
The love poem of the choir told the story of a dissolute young man and his true love. Unfortunately, after experiencing all kinds of hardships, the couple finally got together, but the dissolute young man hurt his body because of his young debauchery. Unfortunately, he died of illness, leaving only the little girl who was loyal to him all her life.
The story was very cliché, but the love poem was very beautiful.
"How many people have loved you, the figure when the night coconut flowers bloom. I love your beauty, I love your slim waist. "
"How many people have missed you, the outline outlined by a white goose pen. Thinking of your past, thinking of your bright and beautiful smile. "
"But time has left traces on your face."
"Even if I'm old, even if I'm full of wrinkles, even if everyone has left you, I'm still in the mountains, behind the stars, and in your memories. Just like before, I'm waiting for you to read me."
Perhaps Ananda hadn't experienced this kind of love, but the contrast between before and after after the change of time left a deep impression in her heart. Not long ago, she was still a young and beautiful girl, but now … she was full of wrinkles, so old that she looked like she was about to enter a coffin.
"Will anyone still care about me like this?" Ananda whispered, but the shadow of a young boy involuntarily rose in her mind. It was her childhood sweetheart, Hobbiton.
"The poem is right. Love will eventually pass, and so will youth." Ananda took a deep breath. "As long as I can embark on this path, everything will be worth it."
Thinking of this, Ananda stood up again. She was only two hundred meters away from home.
As long as she got home, she could take the medicine she exchanged from Zslider. Even if she lost her youth, even if she promised Zslider all kinds of demon money, as long as she could succeed, she was willing to give up everything!
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