I'm really immortal

Chapter 200 Goodbye in the Afterlife
Liu Changan patted the back of Qin Yanan's hand, and gently pulled his arm out of her embrace. He felt a hard spot on her arm, which was her Jade Guanyin.

It seems that even the Jade Guanyin invited from Miyin Temple did not bring her real peace. Liu Changan looked at her suspiciously, "Do you really believe in ghosts?"

Qin Yanan nodded vigorously.

"A dialectical materialist believes in ghosts, so most likely he has actually seen ghosts." Many times what Liu Changan said, others would not pay attention to it, and only regarded him as nonsense. Find something in the seemingly absurd performance and language.

"No! I'm just afraid. I believe in ghosts, but it doesn't mean I must have seen ghosts." Qin Yanan took two steps back and leaned against the carriage.

Liu Changan looked at Qin Yanan, Qin Yanan's breathing was a little short, but she didn't look like she was lying.

If you have never seen a ghost, but believe that there are ghosts, you have at least felt the existence of ghosts.

"ghost?"

Liu Changan looked at the coffin in front of him, and then at Qin Yanan.

"Can you feel what's inside the coffin?" Liu Changan asked curiously.

Qin Yanan was taken aback, "Ah, what do you mean... What's in the coffin?"

"Don't you feel that there is a ghost in the coffin?"

"no!"

It wasn't because she felt that there was a ghost in the coffin, so what happened to make her feel that there was a ghost?

sleepwalking.

Liu Changan felt that sleepwalking was the only event that could be connected at this moment. Zhu Juntang's description seemed to be a ghost, and this became Liu Changan's association label.

That is to say, Qin Yanan did not regard her sleepwalking as ordinary sleepwalking as she said, she probably thought that she was a ghost.

She calls herself a dialectical materialist, so she will definitely believe in scientific explanations. Even if she is distressed about sleepwalking, she should not feel that she is a ghost.

Unless her sleepwalking condition is very abnormal, so abnormal that it cannot be explained by sleepwalking.

She lived alone, and Zhu Juntang didn't go to sleep with her anymore. If Zhu Juntang found something abnormal, he would definitely come to Liu Chang'an.

Then how did she discover her abnormality?When you sleepwalk, you know you are sleepwalking, and you are soberly aware of your words, deeds, behaviors and expressions?
This possibility is very small when sleepwalking, but she installed a camera... Afterwards, she learned about the weirdness of her sleepwalking through the monitoring of the camera?

This possibility is very high, combined with the fact that when she went to her house for the first time, she happened to destroy the video recorded by the surveillance, which means that it was probably not an accident, but she did it on purpose... She didn't want Others saw the strange situation of her sleepwalking, but Zhu Juntang's description was actually the real situation, not the feeling given by Qin Yanan's understatement.

It seems that Qin Yanan's computer is a key point, but she probably won't casually agree to hand over her computer to Liu Changan, and Liu Changan doesn't bother to find excuses to lie.

If Liu Changan felt it was inappropriate to do this by himself, then let Zhu Juntang do it.

"The "Book of Rites" says that all living beings must die, and those who die must return to the earth. This is called a ghost." Liu Changan took Qin Yanan's hand that unconsciously stretched out to grab his arm, and pulled her to the side of the coffin, and took her Putting his hands on the coffin, "the ones here are living people, so of course they are not ghosts, at most they are zombies."

Qin Yanan's fingers trembled slightly. Even in the summer like a county sand stove, the bronze coffin felt cold and almost gloomy, as if walking into an ancient secluded mansion. You will feel the cold entering your body and shiver all over.

Qin Yanan's fingertips trembled for a moment as if forced by the cold air, and then fell down again. What puzzled her was that the painted patterns she saw were on her fingertips even though the light and dark environment in the carriage had not changed. There is an increase and decrease of light and shade below, showing the beauty of the lifelike lines and patterns in front of her eyes... There are other sounds and pictures:

"It's a pity, if it wasn't for the lack of time..."

"Are you still in the mood to think about it?"

"Bury it quickly!"

"Look at her still staring at us fiercely like a little bitch, haha, Baga!"

The voices of several men speaking Kansai dialect mixed with Chinese and Japanese, with a ferocious taste, as well as a mix of courage and firm belief, instantly appeared in Qin Yanan's mind.

What kind of scene was that?
Or a very common scenario.

Someone is going to be sacrificed.

She is wearing simple local folk costumes. In order to perform tasks, her pretty cheeks are red and black, and her hair is messy. She loves to be clean, and she has never cleaned this dress. She bought it from a fellow villager, probably because of Wearing a jacket that hasn't been washed all winter.

Her eyes were still shining brightly, no matter whether she was blooming with hatred or unwillingness, they all had a firm light, and her face was full of stubbornness and fearlessness.

A hole was dug in the ground, and her enemies had absolutely no intention of collecting the corpses of the dead, but they were happy to bury a person alive.

She dug the hole herself, and after digging for a while, she patted it to level the soil underneath.

She was about to die, and she had to maintain her dignity in death, and she would not show any ugliness of struggle and submission to meet their brutal expectations.

"During the time I'm away, you have to take care and don't die."

But... some things are dangerous, but someone has to do them. He doesn't want to die, but should other comrades die?

Today, I really have to sacrifice, but I don’t have too many regrets, because besides myself, the sacrifices of countless people have forged the final victory, and it is right in front of me. She is also a touch of red in the river of blood flowing in this land .

It's a pity that I can't see the victory anymore, and I can't see the future of this land... Maybe the future will not be as perfect as ideal, but it must be better than the present, and I will never regret the sacrifice now.

Just like life, nothing is eternally beautiful, but we will never give up the pursuit of ideals.

I can't see him anymore. I have been used to relying on him and being protected by him since I was a child. Even in more dangerous situations, he also protects her safety. Maybe it is because of this that she always feels that she cannot die. Not afraid of death.

But she didn't expect that one day he would leave, and she would face the most insane scum in human history alone.

I still remember the boy I saw when I was a child, and the clan uncle pulled him to her side: "He is your brother."

That young man's eyebrows seemed to be as clear as if he was still close in front of his eyes, probably only he was the eternal existence.

Brother, we all know that there is no afterlife, but I really want to see you again...

　Various requests.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)