Yin Ci took a step forward, protecting Jiang Ziyou behind him, and glared at Wen Shili like a ferocious little beast.
Wen Shili took out a small bottle from his bosom and handed it over. His voice was very low and very gentle, a tone he had never used before: "You haven't taken your medicine well these days, Master brought it to you."
Jiang Ziyou seemed to be stimulated and suddenly threw the medicine bottle to the ground, "I don't want to eat it! Disgusting!"
A dozen small pills were scattered in the snow.
"Hiss—" Several people took a breath of cold air.
Wen Shili, who had always been aloof from worldly affairs and as cold as a banished immortal, actually squatted down slowly, dug out the pills from the snow, and carefully put them into the bottle.
He said, "Ziyou, how long do you think you can live without your teacher?"
Jiang Ziyou said: "That's better than now. I don't want to stay by your side for a moment. Why didn't you let me die a hundred years ago and put an end to it all? Why bother saving me!"
"You imprisoned tens of millions of people in the abyss and used forbidden techniques to use their lives to prolong my life. I feel sick when I think that the medicine I have taken for the past thirty years was made with other people's blood!"
"You know everything."
Wen Shili stated this very calmly.
“I know everything…” Wen Shili raised his head and looked into the distance, his eyes dully staring at a certain point in the void. His figure looked thin and lonely.
That day, after Jiang Ziyu died, the craftsman of the tombstone carving shop delivered the carved tombstone to the mountain as promised.
The craftsman asked, "My Immortal, who are you to Jiang Ziyou?"
Wen Shili didn't have time to pay attention to the craftsman. He just wanted to figure out where the strong uneasiness and abnormality in his heart came from.
Is it because of Jiang Ziyu’s death
He already knew that the war between humans and demons was inevitable.
So we should prepare for a rainy day and make a backup for ourselves to avoid future troubles.
Jiang Ziyu is not very talented and has a poor foundation, so he can be of little help to the human world.
But he has already entered the Mahayana stage and has eliminated countless demons and evildoers in his life. If he can only live for one life, a sane person would know what to do.
Jiang Ziyou is just a piece of wood. His essence came from his body and should return to his body.
He did nothing wrong.
Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, the craftsman asked again.
Wen Shili said: "... His master."
The craftsman was shocked when he heard this: "Ah? You are not dead?"
Wen Shili stood with his hands behind his back, standing coldly in the bleak snow and wind. He looked at him coldly without saying a word.
The craftsman shuddered with fear and asked tremblingly, "What about this tombstone?"
Wen Shili took a look and couldn't take his eyes away.
For the first time in his life, a look of confusion and helplessness appeared on his face.
The tombstone was filled with records of his life, and next to it was a stone statue of Jiang Ziyu.
More than a decade of emotions came pouring down like a flood, and every detail of the past flashed through my mind in that instant.
"I like practicing swordsmanship. I want to be like my master, doing good deeds and saving people."
"Master, I don't know how to read this word, can you teach me?"
"My snowman is protecting you from the wind and snow."
"Master... in the past ten years... have you ever... treated me as... treated me as..."