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"By the way, Xiao Long said his cause of death was old age, but the way I saw him, he looked like he was still in his twenties or thirties. Why is that?" he asked, looking puzzled.
"Because only the physical body dies; the soul is not bound by the body and will appear in the form that is most deeply impressed in your memory. So, people you know will show up as you are most familiar with them," I explained calmly.
"I see..." He gazed thoughtfully at River Styx. "So, there’s no situation where you wouldn’t recognize each other, right?"
"Exactly."
"Then, if one party dies first and reincarnates early, can the other party, who has experienced a second life, still recognize me if we had connections in the previous life?" he asked.
"Although the chances are slim, it is still possible," I admired his ability to come up with such a tricky question. "After all, memories belong to the soul."
"I understand now." He smiled lightly.
"Do you have any other strange questions you'd like to ask?" I watched him with interest.
Compared to the indescribable sense of suffocation earlier, I preferred to maintain the current state and return to our initial casual conversation.
"A strange question, huh..." He smiled noncommittally. "Have you ever encountered a deceased person who insisted on boarding a boat even though they had no money and threatened to die if they couldn't?"
"Threatened to die?" I looked at him in confusion.
He pointed toward the river. "For example, if you don't let him board, he'll jump into the river to show you?"
"Uh... no, you all have already died," I said incredulously.
He raised an eyebrow.
"So, even if he can't swim, jumping in wouldn't drown him?"
"Deceased individuals don't need to breathe," I said with a mix of amusement and disbelief.
"Is that so?" He looked puzzled. "Since you can't drown, if you don't have money for the boat, can you swim to the other side by yourself?"
"Impossible," I shook my head. "After all, this space is just what it is. Just like if you walk from one end of the beach, you'll only end up back where you started. No matter which direction you swim in the River Styx, you'll ultimately return to this beach and cannot leave."
"So, the only way to get out of here is by taking a boat?"
"Exactly."
"What if I steal your boat and leave on my own?" he asked again.
"Anyone who cannot decipher the flow of the River Styx will just keep spinning in the middle of the river until they are swallowed by the waters, and the boat will eventually be sent back by the River Styx." So even if you stole a boat, it would be useless.
"Where do those who are swallowed by the river go?"
"I have no idea," I shrugged helplessly.
"I see..." He gazed thoughtfully at the hazy mist surrounding the River Styx.
"What? Are you considering how to steal a boat?" I teased.
"How could I?" He chuckled in disbelief. "I don't even want to cross the river yet; why would I steal it?"
"By the way, why are you so determined to sever ties?" I couldn't help but ask. "Even if you don't do this, as long as you enter reincarnation, all memories of this life will still be forgotten. What difference does it make whether these ties are cut or not?"
He simply shook his head lightly.
"If fate does not cease, even if we meet again in a rebirth without recognizing each other, the karmic retribution still exists." He retracted his smile and gazed deeply into the distance. "Regardless of whether I owe someone or someone owes me, I do not wish to continue entangled in these matters. Therefore, I would rather sever all ties and start anew completely."
"Oh..." I couldn't quite grasp his point.
"By the way, how can one know if a connection has truly been severed?" He looked at me with a puzzled expression. "If someone I know goes to another ferryman's beach, does that count as being without fate?"
I paused for a moment, carefully observing him.
"Actually, as long as you completely forget and have no memories left, that is when the connection has been severed."
"Forget?" He tilted his head in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"For example..." I calculated the time; it should be about right. I spoke calmly: "Do you remember your friend Xiao Long?"
"Xiao Long?" He looked bewildered. "Who is that? Do I have a friend by that name?"
"Just a moment ago, he was here chatting with you before taking the boat to the other side."
"Is that so? I have no recollection of that," he said, furrowing his brow.
"This is proof that your connection with him has been severed," I explained. "So here, as long as you can no longer remember anyone or recall anything, you will become the person you wish to be—completely without any connections."
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