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"Damn it," I said, "I told you I didn't bring the Eternal Lantern." The Temple Guardian insisted that I had. I looked at the old man and said, "I really didn't bring it. It's such a big lantern; can't you see it?"
After the coffin hit the ground, the villagers who had gathered all knelt down.
The Temple Guardian continued to question me about the whereabouts of the Eternal Lantern, but I kept insisting that I didn't know.
However, Chen San also claimed that I had it.
Both of them stared at me, and to be honest, the pressure was mounting. But I truly didn't have it; how could I produce something I didn't possess?
Just then, Wang Wei said to me, "Saning, the White Lantern is already in your hands."
I blinked and looked down at my hands. Sure enough, the White Lantern was there. I thought to myself, this is unbelievable. How did it suddenly appear when just moments ago it was nowhere to be found?
Holding the White Lantern in my hands, I felt somewhat dazed. But at that moment, I was also curious—now that the White Lantern had appeared, what would happen next?
Would it revive him, or could it truly reveal the secrets of my eyes and the mystery surrounding them? Damn it, thinking about this was a bit convoluted!
I said, "Here’s the White Lantern for you." I extended the White Lantern toward the Temple Guardian. At that moment, I must have looked quite unsettling.
Because where my eyes used to be were now just two dark holes. When I offered the White Lantern to the old man, he surprisingly hesitated to take it and instead glanced at Chen San.
Chen San said, "Saning, you should hold onto this Eternal Lantern yourself."
I asked, "Now that the Eternal Lantern has appeared, what should we do next?"
"Let's wait a little longer," the Temple Guardian said, his gaze fixed on the coffin.
"Damn it," I muttered, calling out to Wang Wei to come over. If they opened the coffin later, I wanted him to see who was buried inside.
Then I asked Jianjian to take Ke'er aside to rest.
To be honest, I had never expected that the White Lantern was actually the Eternal Flame. This surprised me. Moreover, the White Lantern had indeed been given to me by someone who shared my peculiar white eyes.
But if the White Lantern is the Eternal Flame, the one that is said to burn forever and never extinguish, then why did he give it to me?
If he wanted to be revived, wouldn’t it be better for him to keep the Eternal Flame for himself?
And he had already arranged for the Ritual Burial with the Theater Troupe; all he needed to do was show up for the revival ceremony.
So why did he specifically give the Eternal Flame to me? Did he not consider reviving himself? Was this entire ritual prepared for me?
At this thought, I couldn't help but gasp in shock.
If that were true, then I had to admit that his plans were incredibly meticulous, even reaching a terrifying level. He must have anticipated that my eyes would be gouged out. Suddenly, I realized that when my eyes were taken from me, he had been right there but chose not to intervene. Was it all for this moment? For today’s so-called Revival Ritual?
I glanced at the old man and suddenly felt that he had been deceiving me all along or perhaps he was involved in this matter.
My eyes, the secret of my eyes.
I took a deep breath.
The Temple Guardian allowed me to approach the coffin while holding the White Lantern. I complied, but confusion weighed heavily on my mind. Who exactly was he?
Was his presence merely to forge me, without any concern for whether he could be revived?
I squeezed through the crowd and reached the coffin. The souls that had surrounded it had long since dispersed. Holding the White Lantern, I realized it didn’t possess the eerie aura that the Twelve Eternal Lanterns had when they were imitated by the Evil Being.
The Twelve Eternal Lanterns had been a magnificent sight, drawing all nearby Wandering Spirits to them. It felt as if the sky was filled with souls.
Yet now, with this genuine everlasting lamp in my hands, I found that not a single soul dared to approach. I began to question whether this was truly an everlasting lamp.
Although I had seen him before, I had never encountered his true form. Back in the hospital, he had spoken a long passage to me, and I still didn’t understand what he meant.
Standing before the coffin with the White Lantern, Jianjian suddenly said, “Saning Brother, those White Dots are gathering around your lantern.”
I turned to glance at Jianjian, but I couldn’t see the White Dots that she could.
It made sense; after all, this was a genuine everlasting lamp!
Damn it, as I stood beside the coffin, the incense smoke made me cough incessantly. Even if I told them to stop burning it, they wouldn’t listen!
I covered my mouth with one hand while holding up the White Lantern with the other as I stood before the coffin.
Wang Wei hesitated at the entrance when I called him in. He stood outside, reluctant to enter. I cursed at him.
Wang Wei shouted back at me, “Saning, you forget about me when there’s good news and call me for all the bad stuff!”
I was instantly amused and infuriated by Wang Wei's words. I snapped back, "Damn it, this counts as a bad thing! Didn't you want him to come back to life? I'm calling you in now, and you still treat me like the bad guy."
Wang Wei seemed to finally explode, saying, "Damn it, I don't care who lives or dies. Saning, I, Wang Wei, will definitely follow you wholeheartedly from now on."
"Get lost! I don't want anything to do with you."
Wang Wei immediately began to wail.
Just then, the sound of the performance started up again. At that moment, I truly believed Wang Wei's words; the Theater Troupe really did sing beautifully.
Especially the woman's voice—clear and melodious, utterly captivating!
The Theater Troupe must have accumulated something during the Ritual Burial; otherwise, how could they attract so many living people?
The next line from the performer was, "Worship."
As soon as the words were spoken, everyone bowed down. The Temple Guardian shouted at me, "Saning, worship."
Holding the White Lantern, I turned to glance at the Temple Guardian and thought to myself that if we were to worship, then let’s worship.
I knew the old man wanted me to kneel down, but my instincts told me not to.
The Temple Guardian called out again.
However, Xiaoru spoke up, "We are all the same; who is worshiping whom?" Xiaoru was questioning the Temple Guardian, leaving him momentarily speechless.
Thinking about it, I realized that Xiaoru's words made sense.
As the Revival Ritual progressed, I still couldn't discern its true purpose. I felt that what was buried in this coffin was not a body.
Rather, it was something else, and the only way to find out what it was would be to open the coffin.
Perhaps the time to open this coffin had not yet arrived. The worship continued, three kneels and nine prostrations. Suddenly, my White Lantern began to glow brighter and brighter.
In the end, its light illuminated the surroundings and the coffin itself.
Wasn't it said that the everlasting lamp would never extinguish? Yet sometimes, why did my White Lantern appear dark?
I couldn't make sense of it at the moment.
However, as more light gathered, I suddenly noticed the Light Spot attached to the White Lantern. Curiosity stirred within me—could this be the world Jianjian saw?
I glanced at the White Dots and felt a sudden calmness wash over me.
But just then, a shadow appeared before me. He had arrived; if this was his revival ceremony, he should have appeared long ago.
His appearance surprised me, yet it was also something I had anticipated.
The everlasting lamp shone brightly, allowing me to see this person clearly—his face and his pair of white eyes.
"You've come."
I said this sentence, remembering that at the hospital, Wang Wei had been terrified when he heard that line.
At this moment, I calmly said, "You have arrived." The person I expected to come was here; what was there to be curious about? This was the first time we looked at each other so evenly.
In the past, I had been quite flustered, but this time I managed to maintain some composure.
Actually, I was particularly curious about who he was.
After I said "You have arrived," he responded with a simple "mm."
I asked, "Do you want to come back to life?" He shook his head, indicating no.
"Then was this ritual planned by you?" I continued to ask. There were too many questions swirling in my mind that I wanted to ask him, but when faced with him, I found myself becoming organized. One question after another slipped from my lips.
However, the answers I received were all unsatisfactory, yet I didn’t press further.
With two dark holes for eyes, I looked at him and took a deep breath before asking, "Who exactly are you?"
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