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I curiously looked at the young man in front of me and asked who he was.
He didn’t answer but instead placed a photo in front of me. I glanced at the picture and realized that I didn’t recognize the person in it at all.
I stared at the young man in surprise.
He didn’t shy away from saying directly, “The person in the photo died over two thousand years ago.”
I thought to myself, what does it matter when he died?
The young man continued to look at me, while I focused on the photo. Suddenly, he asked, “Saning, don’t you have any impression of him?”
His question caught me off guard. What did he mean by not having an impression? The person in the photo looked to be in his twenties or thirties and was male.
He had a decent appearance, and I felt a sense of familiarity, but I could guarantee that I absolutely did not know this person.
I shook my head.
The young man said, “Saning, he asked me to find you.”
I suddenly asked the young man, “Who are you? What is your relationship with the person in the photo?”
He was silent for a moment before replying, “I don’t know him either.”
At that moment, Wang Wei had finished counting the money. We exchanged glances and immediately moved to pin the young man down on the office desk.
I suspected this person was not a good one.
I asked, "Who exactly are you?"
Wang Wei showed no mercy, saying, "I'm doing business with the dead here. What are you, a living person, doing here?"
I felt something was off about this person. With a gloomy expression, he certainly didn't seem like a good guy.
"If you don't speak, I'll make sure you lie down in the hospital," Wang Wei threatened.
The young man’s tone remained unchanged as he replied, "I'm just a messenger."
I had Wang Wei release his grip, then I asked, "What message did this person in the photo send you?"
At that moment, I wasn't feeling great either. The fact that this person was delivering messages for the dead made me think he was probably not a good person either.
"Saning," he said, "he says you know him and wants you to go to a place called Azure Mountain to find him. He has a surprise for you."
Damn it, I hated people who were secretive and loved to keep things under wraps. I said, "Can you just tell me everything at once?"
"It's not that I won't tell you everything; it's just that he only said this much."
"What kind of surprise?"
The young man replied that as long as I saw this thing, I would definitely go. As he spoke, he handed me a petal. I held the petal in my hand.
The petals were clear and transparent, exuding a fragrant aroma. I couldn't help but ask, "What kind of flower is this?"
The young man replied, "He said you would know."
I clarified, "I meant to ask if you know." The young man shook his head, indicating he didn't know, but there was something strange about him; after all, how could he possibly relay a message from a dead person?
A person who had died over two thousand years ago had somehow found someone to deliver a message to me today. I asked him what his name was.
At first, he hesitated to answer, but eventually, with some prodding from me and Wang Wei, he revealed, "My name is Wuren."
"Wuren," I murmured to myself, and then fell silent.
I asked him, "Is there anything else you haven't said?"
Wuren replied that there was nothing more, and then he prepared to leave. Just as he reached the door, I called out to him again and asked, "Did he say when to go?"
"The sooner, the better," Wuren said before stepping out.
The colorful photograph lay on my desk. I picked it up and stared at it, feeling an increasing sense of familiarity with the person in the picture.
It really seemed like I had seen them somewhere before. Suddenly, it struck me, and I quickly ran out the door.
But outside, Wuren had already vanished without a trace.
This person seemed just like Wuren—only slightly older.
I ran a short distance, but the company, Wang Wei, was located in a remote area due to its "shady" business dealings.
Living people generally wouldn't find such places, which made it convenient for doing business with the dead.
I looked around, but it was pitch black outside; I could barely see anything. There were hardly any souls here.
I was panting when Wuren suddenly disappeared.
Just then, a hand reached toward my back. Startled, I quickly turned around and found it was Wang Wei—just a false alarm.
I couldn't help but curse, "Can you not sneak up on me like that in the future?"
Wang Wei replied that he hadn't done anything and asked, "Were you chasing after that Wuren?"
I nodded. The photo in my hand had already crumpled in part from my grip. I handed it to Wang Wei and said, "Take a good look."
Wang Wei took the photo and walked into the company.
After a moment of looking, he said, "I don't recognize this person; I can't tell anything."
I urged him, "Look more closely."
Wang Wei stared at it for a while but still couldn't figure it out. Frustrated, I snapped, "Wang Wei, are you blind or what?" Saying this, I covered the person's hair in the photo with my hand.
At that moment, Wang Wei glanced again and immediately reacted.
"Isn't the person in this photo that kid from earlier?"
I murmured in agreement, it was likely the same person, though he had temporarily fooled us all by changing to a buzz cut.
I whispered "Azure Mountain" under my breath and took a look at the petal I had pulled out. It had been plucked, yet it still exuded a fragrant aroma.
Could this petal be from the Reincarnation Tree, the Reincarnation Flower?
Despite being taken from the plant, it seemed to show no signs of withering. Moreover, I felt a faint soul aura emanating from it, but it wasn't an individual soul.
Could this really be the Reincarnation Flower? I was filled with doubt, yet my intuition insisted that it was indeed the Reincarnation Flower. But wasn't the Reincarnation Flower supposed to bloom by the River of Despair? How could it end up here, in the hands of someone who claimed to be Wuren?
Suddenly, a thought struck me: had the Reincarnation Flower already been picked by someone?
If the Reincarnation Flower had been taken, what purpose would there be for me to go to the River of Despair?
What kind of place is Azure Mountain anyway? I asked Wang Wei, "Do you know anything about it?" Wang Wei replied that he didn't.
The person named Wuren lied, claiming that the individual in the photo had died over two thousand years ago. Yet he was clearly still alive—was he trying to send me to Azure Mountain?
Had the Reincarnation Flower in the River of Despair vanished? As I pondered this, I considered going to take a look myself. However, I quickly suppressed that impulse; what if this was all a trap?
The River of Despair was not easy to enter. Once inside, one's soul would suffer significant damage. If the soul couldn't withstand it, gaining entry into the River of Despair would become nearly impossible.
I had originally intended to revive Ke'er this time, but unexpectedly, Ke'er had disappeared, saying she needed to find another soul.
This threw my plans into disarray.
Gaining access to the River of Despair was no easy feat.
The River of Despair was indeed a strange place, a realm of downfall where souls suffered eternal torment, yet it bore the magnificent Reincarnation Flower blooming from the Reincarnation Tree.
It was truly an odd location.
As I sank deeper into my thoughts, my phone suddenly rang. I picked it up and saw the caller ID. Once the call connected, the voice of Chen San came through: "I know where Azure Mountain is."
Hearing that voice, I immediately recognized who it was, so I didn't say much in response.
After the matter with Chen San concluded, we hadn't kept in touch much. Since returning from Underworld Road, I had been feeling somewhat down due to Ke'er's situation.
Chen San was aware of these things, and I wasn't particularly surprised; after all, he had always been involved in this game.
I figured Wuren must have reached out to Chen San as well.
I was no longer the same Saning as before; having weathered some storms, when Chen San said he knew where Azure Mountain was, all I could say was, "Do you believe it?"
Chen San replied that he did.
However, since Chen San had already come back to life, he might be one of those who couldn't die again. There seemed to be no need for him to go to Azure Mountain. Was he perhaps also coveting the Reincarnation Flower in the River of Despair?
I fell silent for a moment without responding, letting out a sound of acknowledgment before considering hanging up.
But Chen San said, "Saning, you helped me, and this time, I want to help you."
"You want to help me?"
Chen San nodded. I couldn't think of a reason why Chen San would want to help me. If it was simply because I had helped him, to be honest, I found it hard to believe.
After all, I still didn't know much about Chen San.
"Let's meet when you have time." After I said that, I hung up the phone. The so-called Azure Mountain and the secrets hidden within it—if that Wuren really took the Reincarnation Flower again, I would definitely give him a beating.
The Reincarnation Flower and Ke'er.
After hanging up, I put my phone away and sat in the company until early morning. With no business coming in, I called out to Wang Wei to prepare to leave.
When I got home, Clay Bodhisattva and Wind Tree were neither playing on the computer nor sleeping; they were surprisingly well-behaved, sitting on the sofa.
I looked at the two of them in surprise.
I didn't say much; I didn't even know what to say. I just took that Wooden Box and returned to my room, placing it on my lap.
The secret about Ke'er might be hidden in this box. Perhaps if I opened it, I would uncover all the mysteries.
I was torn about whether or not to open this box; I didn't know what the consequences would be.
Where had Ke'er gone? Where was her other soul?
I still held the images of her two souls in my mind, but at that moment, I couldn't feel their presence.
A soul, a soul burdened by the torment of eternal descent.
I struggled through the night, my hands resting on the Wooden Box. Several times I considered opening it, but in the end, I held back. This Wooden Box cannot be opened; at least, Ke'er has not allowed me to open it.
Even if Ke'er permitted me to open it, I felt I could not. I sat in silence until dawn, yet my eyes did not feel any fatigue.
I reached out and grasped, and the scattered fragments of the soul fell from my palm. The dawn was approaching; a new day was about to begin.
I had already received an address on my phone, sent by Chen San.
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