my stealth fighter

Chapter 727
Jiang Chanji was dumbfounded. If this "girl" was bragging, then it can only be said that she dared to brag!

His brain was in a mess, his rationality told him it was false, but his intuition told him it was true, in terms of evidence - Satan next to him rarely refuted it, which is intriguing.

"You mean... you're an immortal?" he asked tremblingly.

"Eternal life? No, I'm not sure." She shook her head gently, "I've only lived for more than 1 years. Compared to the history of the earth, compared to the history of human beings, it's just a drop in the ocean. I'm not sure. I will live forever, but at least so far, I have not found signs of my death."

What she said is very logical and rational. Just because she has lived for more than 1 years does not prove that she will continue to live. Maybe there is a certain limit to her lifespan, and she will die one day, but just listen to it. People envy, envy and hate.

But... wait!
Assuming she is telling the truth, she has indeed lived for more than 1 years, which is outrageous enough in itself, but in fact, what is even more outrageous is that she has experienced so many magnificent myths during her life of more than 1 years The Great War, this is a bit too coincidental, because the places where those events happened are from Northern Europe to the Middle East, from South Asia to the Far East, almost spanning the distance of half the world. How did she happen to experience these things in the era when transportation was extremely underdeveloped in ancient times? Big deal?And why do you run around so hard?Just for witness?
Having lived for more than 1 years, she can be said to be a "human being". She just raised her eyes and glanced at Jiang Chanji's expression, and she already guessed his question.

However, what she said next surprised him even more.

"My lord, I am afraid of death."

"What?"

An immortal said he was afraid of death?Isn't this the worst joke ever?

But her expression was serious.

"I'm afraid of death, I'm afraid of growing old."

"The memory of too long ago has been blurred, but I vaguely remember that in the tribe where I was born, the old people in the tribe-by today's standards, they were only prime-aged, but in that era, people generally died at the age of 50 or 50. They are already too old, and more people die before they are 50 or [-] years old. They have already died in the mouth of wild beasts or disputes between tribes. Cracked and shriveled like dead wood, the eyes are cloudy and lifeless, the mouth opens and closes, but you can’t hear what they are saying, because their teeth have fallen out, or they have been worn away by rough food, and the mouth is like a black hole .”

For the first time since she took off her disguise, she showed an unbearable expression.

"Everyone in the tribe is related by blood. These old people lying on the bed are all my relatives. They may be my grandpa or grandma. They have worked hard for the tribe all their lives. Fishing, hunting, weaving, and raising children, but now they just lie in bed quietly waiting to die."

Jiang Chanji's mind had already seen the picture she had drawn, "Are they sick?"

"No, although there are old people who are sick, but that's only a minority, most of them are just... old and weak, and can no longer go fishing in the river, go hunting in the mountains, graze cattle and sheep, weave mats...they have... …useless."

Jiang Chanji's heart sank, and he had an ominous premonition.

"Population, population, one person per person." She forced a smile, "The population of the tribe is the foundation for the survival of the tribe. Whether it is dealing with wild beasts or against invaders, the population is very important, but this refers to the population of young people. The old people who are old... are just a pure burden, which will only take up precious food, and the old people eat more, and the babies, teenagers, and young people who need more food will eat less."

Jiang Chanji can imagine that in that era when productivity was extremely underdeveloped, almost everyone was hungry, but if you say that since there is not enough food, you should have fewer children-this is even more suicide, because the children of that era The premature mortality rate is very high, and half of the ten children born may not be able to grow up, and most of them died young, but these children who died young had to eat before they died. No one can predict which child will die young, Children can only be fed equally.

Adults are the pillars of the tribe, children are the foundation of the tribe, and the elderly are only the burden of the tribe. In this case, this multiple-choice question is a sub-question.

"Those old people..."

"Yes, the old people who lost the ability to work were collected in a shed just like that. Except for water, they were not given any food. They were left to fend for themselves. After they died, the corpses were brought along with wooden beds Lift it out and burn it—I've lifted it several times, and it's really... light."

"Is there no objection?" He knew that it was not good to be generous to others, but who would choose to do it if there were other ways, but he still couldn't help asking.

"No, everyone takes it for granted, even the old people take it for granted. When they were young, they treated the old people of their generation in the same way." She took a deep breath, "Don't do this, There is not enough food, and if someone has to starve to death, it will only be the elderly who choose to be the burden of the tribe."

Jiang Chanji couldn't say anything, only sighed, thankful that he was not born in that era.

"I didn't object, I didn't dare, I knew that even if I objected, it would have no effect, but I was very scared, I was afraid that when I was old, I would lie on the wooden bed like that and wait to die, I dreamed of that countless times The scene then woke up, and I dare not tell anyone that there is no room for cowards in the tribe."

Jiang Chanji's heart skipped a beat, could it be because of such subconsciousness that made her...

"I grew up in fear. I was supposed to marry a tribal man and have children after my menarche, but... I ran away because several sisters who were not a few years older than me, I saw them die with my own eyes. Due to dystocia, the midwives used a knife to cut open their stomachs to save the baby—I don’t mean to be harsh. In that era, dystocia was almost certain to die, and there was no way to save the child. Even if the mother made her own choice, They will also choose to protect their children for the sake of the tribe, instead of killing two dead... But I am still too scared. I choose to evade this responsibility. The sisters don’t understand. Everyone came here like this. Why am I afraid? ?”

If she hadn't described such a sad and heavy human history, Jiang Chanji would have laughed a little. This girl is really... afraid of death. This is not derogatory. I don't know death but life. She understands that she has only one life, and she is already at the forefront of the times, but this may not be recognized by the men in the tribe.

Between the tribe's "big self" and her "small self", she chose the "small self". Was she wrong?

So, if you choose the person with the "small self" between the country's "big self" and your own "small self", is it wrong?
How about zooming in on the gap between the "big self" of human beings and our own "small self"?

This kind of question is difficult to answer, there is no standard answer, everything depends on personal choice, but Jiang Chanji seems to understand the reason why she chose to live in seclusion after living for more than 1 years.

She is very afraid of death.

"After I escaped, I hid in the mountains. Fortunately, I knew how to hunt and fish, because I already had the idea of ​​escaping, so I knew everything in the mountains in advance. The area where I live is not too cold in winter, as long as I don't encounter Especially dangerous beasts, I can barely survive, but I am still very afraid, although I can fish and hunt now, I will eventually grow old one day... But, that day has never come."

"I thought I turned into a monster, but my body didn't change much. If this is a monster, it would be pretty good. I don't know how many years later, I think people in the tribe may no longer know me, so I am strong. I ventured out of the mountain, but the tribe was in ruins, whether it was due to the attack of disease or the plunder of the barbarians, there was not a single person left."

She looked up at Jiang Chanji, "You asked me if I am an immortal. In my opinion, the word 'immortal' has two meanings. One is not to grow old, and the other is to not die. Currently, I am not aging. However, I can tell you that my body is as fragile as ordinary people. A bullet can kill me, and an unknown epidemic virus can kill me. I just won’t grow old, but I will die."

As she spoke, she rolled up her sleeves and exposed her arms.

What a pair of arms that are!

Countless scars, light scars, heavy scars, scars stacked on top of scars, some old scars have faded to the point of being indistinguishable, and more new scars are vividly visible.

More than 1 years of scars have left records on these arms.

"My body is similar. It's also scarred. I've broken a dozen bones, fallen off a horse, been possessed by a demon, been stabbed with a knife, had malaria, and was almost mistaken for a witch. Hanged, leeches bled, struck by lightning — that was the closest I came to dying, and I lost all my hair, which luckily grew back.”

Although she was miserable, Jiang Chanji finally couldn't help laughing. If it is said that the probability of being struck by lightning in a person's lifetime is one in hundreds of thousands, but if the time is extended to more than 1 years, it is very difficult. Maybe you have to experience the sourness of electrotherapy...

"Do you think that I survived these disasters because of my luck?" She looked directly at him.

"Isn't it?" Jiang Chanji really felt that she was very lucky, and that she survived many catastrophes, so there must be future blessings.

"No, because when these things happened, I was following different Destiny's Children—every few years, a Destiny's Child who was favored by heaven and earth would be born in the world, bringing about earth-shaking changes. I rely on It was their luck that they survived."

So she ran from Northern Europe to the Middle East, and then from South Asia to the Far East, not to witness history, but just to lean against a big tree to enjoy the shade?

(End of this chapter)