Chapter 1254 Shepherd's Town in the Fog

Saying goodbye to Zislade's antique shop, we walked in silence all the way to the exit.

Perhaps seeing Angel's thoughts, Sanders pondered for a moment and said: "Zslade has his own set of judgment standards in his heart. He respects balance. While taking, he will also give. This is not only He has this set of standards for his customers, and he also treats people who have been harmed due to transactions equally.”

Sanders paused and suddenly smiled: "Speaking of which, Zslade looked a little like you when he first entered the wizarding world."

"However, you are better than him. Even if you don't feel happy when you look at the problem, you can still face it rationally and objectively. But the original Zslade was very passionate."

This was the first time Angel heard Sanders talk about his past, and he couldn't help but be curious: "What happened next?"

"Human life is too short, and human nature is too elusive. The longer you experience it, the more you will understand. Time has worn away Zislade's blood, and no matter how naive a person is, he cannot bear to be beaten again and again. "Wind and rain." Sanders did not explain what "wind and rain" meant, but paused and continued: "Speaking of which, I don't think he has changed much from before. At least, compared to him. As for other people in the wizarding world, they have maintained their original aspirations for hundreds of years."

Sanders turned back and looked at the row of cursive letters on the wall of the door.

"If you are willing to burn the light of life in exchange for a rose. I think you must be crazy."

Although this sentence comes from "The Flower Seller Dancing for Sin", the author of this book is actually Zislade. He carved this sentence on the door of his house, which not only showed his identity, but also meant that this was Zslade's own experience.

He is both self-narrating and introspecting at the same time.

Because he once had such an impulse to exchange his life for an inconspicuous rose.

…

Ride the gondola and fly.

As before, the gondola was covered by Sanders' magic so that no one else could see it.

But even if you don't use illusions to cover it up, no one will notice it on such a day.

Heavy fog.

And it was still foggy on a hazy day.

The sky was hazy, turning the entire Shepherd City into a bluish-black color, which was on the line between being able to see clearly and yet being blurry.

Coupled with the heavy fog, although the fog was not thick, it still reduced the visibility by a few points. Except for the ones that can be clearly seen near street lights and building lights, other places are vague outlines.

Angel drove the gondola and flew towards the outside of Shepherd City.

Along the way, Angel realized something about Zslade's previous transaction and fell into a kind of self-questioning thinking. Sanders also remained silent, still thinking about the waves of shocks Angel had given him previously.

For a while, the atmosphere of silence was maintained for a long time.

It wasn't until he was about to reach the outskirts of Shepherd City that Angel came back to his senses. It wasn't that he figured it out, but that he was attracted by a ray of light on the ground.

Below is a climbing road with building outlines on both sides of the slope. There are no street lights, but the light from the buildings escapes, making the climbing road at least not so dark.

This climbing road is not on the main city road, so the urban construction plan has not been extended to this point. There are no floor tiles on the ground, it is a pure dirt road. It seemed to have drizzled last night, making the road very muddy.

At this time, on this muddy slope, there was a figure holding an oil lamp, staggering forward.

This figure was wearing a rain-proof cloak, so Angel didn't pay much attention to it at first and just thought it was a lonely traveler. What attracted Angel's attention later was that the ground was too slippery and she fell.

She lay on the ground, and the hood of her cloak fell down due to her movements, revealing her full head of white hair.

The oil lamp also fell nearby, and its dim yellow light just illuminated her face. Angel looked down from the sky and immediately saw the old face illuminated by the light.

This is an old woman, the same one Angel saw in Zislade's antique shop before!

Angel looked at the people on the ground, and the familiarity in his eyes became more and more intense. He didn't even notice it himself, because of his observation, he also hovered the gondola.

This caught Sanders' attention.

Sanders looked down and saw a white-haired old woman lying on the ground. She seemed to have fallen and lay on the ground without moving for a long time. After a while, I managed to hold on and slowly sit up.

Sitting on a climbing road covered in mud, surrounded by a blue-black background and occasional bright lights. The mist floated, and the old man gasped softly.

Sanders looked at Angel: "What, do you know her?"

Angel shook his head: "I don't know either. I always feel it looks familiar, but I can't remember it."

After hearing Angel's words, Sanders looked at the old man on the ground again. This time, Sanders was much more serious than before. However, the conclusion reached this time is the same as before: "A very ordinary human being, if you really want to find something special, she has a sense of violation."

"Feeling of disobedience?"

"She doesn't look like an old person in her eyes, but the aura of twilight in her body is not fake."

Sanders' words immediately reminded Angel of some scenes in the holographic tablet: "Could it be that a young soul broke into the body of another old man with white hair?"

Sanders laughed: "If the soul can invade the body so easily, why do you think there are so many dead souls wandering in the world? There are many restrictions on soul invasion. How can a soul that can reach such restrictions choose an ordinary old man who will not live long?"

"What's more, this person's soul and body are compatible, and there is no contradiction."

Angel seemed to be thinking about something, as if he thought of something: "I actually saw her in the antique shop before. Could she be a customer of Lord Zslade? Is her current situation the result of trading her youth and lifespan?"

Sanders pondered for a moment: "It's possible. However, even if she is simulated as a young woman, I have never seen her."

The old lady on the ground finally stood up. She seemed to have sprained her foot, so she could only hold on to the railing on the side of the path and move forward slowly. As her figure gradually faded away, Sanders said to Angel, "It's time to go."

Angel nodded. Whether he knew the old lady or not, he could confirm that even if he felt familiar with her, this familiarity was not strong enough for him to recognize her identity at a glance. It seemed that this old lady was probably not an acquaintance. At most, she was a familiar stranger, and an ordinary person... There was no need to spend time thinking about it.

Thinking of this, Angel took a last look at her staggering back and drove the gondola towards the blue-black sky in the distance.

...

Anada raised her head and looked at the blue-black sky after the fog.

For some reason, she had been feeling that someone was spying on her, and the sight came from the sky. However, she looked for a long time and did not find any clues.

Could it be that she felt wrong?

At this time, on the top floor of a four-story building on the side of the road, someone pushed open the window, and a little fat man with his facial features squeezed out by flesh showed his head.

This little fat boy was probably 13 or 14 years old. When he saw Anada, his eyes lit up, and then his eyeballs rolled, as if he had thought of something. He sucked in his cheeks suddenly, and a mouthful of thick phlegm was spit out in a parabola towards Anada's direction.

However, the kid's aim was very poor, and the thick phlegm fell five or six meters away from Anada.

Anada glared at the little fat boy fiercely and wanted to curse him, but now his body could no longer support the roar, so he could only whisper: "Damn stinky boy, if it was a few days ago, I would have gone upstairs to remove your limbs!"

That being said, Anada is now weak and powerless, how can she compare to the little fat boy.

She could only spit helplessly, hunched over, and staggered away, and the little fat boy's laughter could still be heard behind her.

After the prank of the naughty child, Anada did not pursue the feeling of being spied on before. Maybe that feeling of being spied on was the residents in the nearby high-rise buildings making fun of her after she fell.

Anada left the climbing road with a gloomy mood. It was still a few hundred meters away from her current rental home. If it was in the past, it would probably take less than a few minutes to run home, but now, those few hundred meters were as long as the more than ten miles in the past.

Anada moved slowly, and her muscles and bones felt solidified, which made her very uncomfortable. In addition, she had sprained her ankle before, which made it even more uncomfortable to walk.

After moving more than 200 meters with great difficulty, Anada really couldn't walk anymore, so she had to sit on the flower bed by the roadside to rest.

While Anada was resting, she suddenly heard a melodious singing.

She turned around curiously, but saw that the singing came from the theater behind her.

She knew that this theater was a children's choir during the day and an adult singing at night. She had also listened to one before she got old. However, as a low Asian, I really can't appreciate this kind of decadent music. Instead of listening to these ambiguous and lingering bloody love poems, it is better to go to the Meixiang Theater to watch an adult stage play.

Now, the sound coming from the theater is exactly the decadent music about love that she didn't like in the past.

However, perhaps she had to listen to it, or maybe she had just experienced something uncomfortable. Listening to the singing inside, Anaida inexplicably felt less disgusted.

Even, she was fascinated by it.

The love poems of the choir tell the story of a romantic nobleman and true love. Unfortunately, after going through all kinds of hardships, the couple finally got together, but the romantic nobleman was injured because of his debauchery in his youth and unfortunately died of illness, leaving only the little girl who was loyal all his life.

The story is very cliché, but the love poems are very beautiful.

"How many people have loved you, the silhouette of the night coconut flowers blooming. Love your beauty, love your waist that can be held in one hand."

"How many people have missed you, the outline drawn by the white goose pen. Miss your past, miss your starry smile."

"But time still leaves traces on your face."

"Even though I am old, even though I am full of wrinkles, even though everyone has left you, I am still in the mountains, behind the stars, and in your memory, just like before, waiting for you to read it."

Perhaps Anaida has not experienced this kind of love, but the contrast between before and after this change of time is deeply left in her heart. Not long ago, she was still a young and beautiful girl, but now... wrinkled and old as if she is about to enter the coffin.

"Will anyone still care about me like this?" Anaida muttered in a low voice, but the shadow of a young boy rose involuntarily in her mind. That was her childhood sweetheart, Huibiton.

"It's true what the hymn says, love will eventually fade, and youth will also grow old." Anada took a deep breath, "As long as I can embark on this road, everything is worth it."

Thinking of this, Anada stood up again. It was only two hundred meters away from home.

As long as she returned home, she could take the potion she exchanged from Zislade. Even if she lost her youth, even if she promised Zislade all kinds of devilish money, as long as she could succeed, she was willing to give everything!