I Want to Hang Around in the Moon

"So, old friend, what do you want to do? Why do you hide [his] existence?" The old man asked in a low voice in the space where he was alone. The book that should have recorded everything, the record belonging to this world, has already It was blank.

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PS: The first update, the signing contract has been sent out, let’s see the situation then... There are about 3-5 chapters left in this volume, time travel is about to start.

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Chapter 45 Soul

Back to half an hour ago, after Le Zhengling died and Faubro Lovien left, a strange phenomenon that no one could see occurred in this space.

In this world, the soul exists, so after Le Zhengling died, his soul left his body and floated in the air.

No one could see him, and he was confused at the beginning, as if he couldn't handle the current situation, but slowly, his eyes gradually recovered, because he discovered that the ability of "thinking" still exists in the state of the soul body.

Don't stop thinking, thinking itself has its meaning.

In the soul state, he remembered this sentence he had heard in his previous life, and it was because of this sentence that his fading consciousness stabilized.

Although I can't see my own appearance, I feel that my soul state is older than my physical age, which can be seen from the length of my hands and feet.

Looking at the body lying on the ground, which had completely lost its vitality, he said, "It really looks miserable."

Le Zhengling knew how much his body was hurt, so he sighed in the first sentence.

However, he clearly opened his mouth, but he couldn't hear his own voice, no, not only his own voice, but all the voices could not be heard.

Neither the wind nor the panda's footsteps could be heard.

In order to confirm his current situation, Le Zhengling tried many actions, and finally found that in the state of the soul, he could not hear the sound, could not touch the real thing, saw things only in black and white, and could not communicate with other beings. No motivation either.

Is this death?So where will I go when I die?

Le Zhengling looked around blankly, Faubro had already left before that, and there were only five pandas left by his side, seeing their amusing expressions of guarding against the surroundings solemnly, even though he was in a bad mood because of his death If it's not too good, he will smile heartily.

He didn't underestimate these five pandas, after all, as long as he carefully observed their appearance, he would find that these five things were not ordinary people.

The pandas guarding the four sides were nothing special, except that they were bigger and had stronger limbs than the pandas he had seen before.

But the one guarding him was completely different. If he guessed correctly, it was only the Shi panda, because its size was half smaller than the other four, but its momentum was several times that of them.

"If calculated by time, the first panda is also a very ancient species. Where did Uncle Nero find this thing?"

He floated into Shi Panda's side and observed it carefully. As a history student, he is very interested in all ancient things.

After turning around the Shi panda for a few times, Le Zhengling lost interest. At this moment, he found himself floating towards the sky. When he looked up, a hole appeared in the sky. Because the soul has no feeling, so he I didn't notice it the first time.

The hole was aimed at just his soul, because the pandas who guarded her were unaware.

Seeing himself drifting towards the hole, Le Zhengling didn't struggle, because he didn't know what was the use of staying here, and the hole gave him the feeling that it was specially designed to deal with his situation, so he followed his own Instinctively, he gave up struggling and let his soul drift towards that hole.

He had a hunch that many of his questions would be answered just by entering that hole.

However, just when he was about five meters away from his body, a "pulling" feeling came from his waist.

Surprised, he quickly lowered his head to see that his waist was bound by a red thread at some point, and he looked along the red thread, and the other end was his waist.

Although his body was covered by the soil of creation, he knew what was on the other end of the red thread—that was the Chinese knot tied around his waist.

"Unexpectedly, that's not a simple thing..." Le Zhengling, who was in the state of soul, thought about it, and then stretched out his hand to try to touch the red thread. As a result, he touched it both unexpectedly and reasonably. After pulling it hard, the thin thread was not broken, and he did not get closer to the body.

Now his soul is like a kite, connected to his body by a string, hanging in the air.

"Even if you die, you can't live in peace..." As a soul, he clearly felt the effect of the red thread, which was to keep his soul away from his body.

"I'm already dead, this plain life is over, why don't you let me go?" Although he couldn't make a sound, he still said to the red thread.

Maybe it was because he heard Le Zhengling's words, or maybe he understood what he wanted to express, the red thread glowed faintly, and then, Le Zhengling felt the warmth.

That was the temperature he had forgotten, the feeling that was sealed in the first memory long, long, long ago.

"Mother's temperature...?" Le Zhengling finally knew the true meaning of this warmth, but he could only shake his head and smile wryly, reaching out to untie the red thread.

"But I'm sorry, I'm not your child, I'm just a passerby from another world, and I happened to occupy your child's body..."

The so-called self-knowledge, Le Zhengling is very clear about his own origin, and the relationship between him and his grandfather is not wrong in terms of family affection. After all, they have been dependent on each other for 13 years, but he does not agree with his parents who have never met emotional.

It can't be said that he is cold-blooded. To a person who has never met or said a word, he doesn't have much sense of intimacy with anyone. As the saying goes, this is the case when a biological mother is not as old as an adoptive mother.

There is a relationship between people. In many people's minds, a relative who has not met a few times may not be as good as a friend who grew up with you, even if that relative is related to you by blood.

He does not deny that maternal love is great, but this maternal love is too strange and does not belong to him.

"no."

Suddenly, Lezheng heard a nice female voice.

The light of the red thread slowly condensed into a human figure, and then, a layer of mist floated from the chest of Le Zhengling's body, making this human figure more concrete.

Finally, a woman Le Zhengling had only seen in photos appeared in front of him.

A cheongsam with blue patterns and a white background complemented her plain makeup. There was not much makeup on her face, but it was so thick that it looked like the most outstanding peony in the painting.

Bright eyes and white teeth, willow eyebrows and a fine nose, skin as white as water can be squeezed out, long black hair tied behind an elegant red jade dragon and phoenix hairpin, and a familiar Chinese knot on the hair.

This person quietly smiled at Le Zhengling, that smile was full of tolerance and joy, but at the same time full of regret and sadness.