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Life is limited for humans. In ancient texts, it is said, "Life is rarely lived to seventy." This means that reaching the age of seventy is considered a long life, and achieving this is no easy feat, highlighting the brevity of human existence.
Of course, this was in ancient times when there was no air pollution, water contamination, or soil degradation. People consumed purely organic food without harmful additives like Sudan Red, melamine, gutter oil, injected meat, or lean meat powder. Under such conditions, living to seventy was possible. But for modern individuals raised in such an environment and exposed to such food, isn't their lifespan even shorter?
At seventy-three or eighty-four, one might find themselves heading towards the afterlife without an invitation from the King of Hell. In today's world, where medical advancements are continually improving, reaching eighty-four is still considered a long life. Throughout history, there have always been those who lament the shortness of life but never anyone who complains about living too long.
Thus, a group has emerged dedicated to seeking the "elixir of immortality," or those who refuse to drink Meng Po Soup after death, lingering between realms in search of opportunities to cheat death and return to life.
Ultimately, it all boils down to one word: greed! Greed for wealth, lust, power, life—greed for everything that should not be coveted.
In my view, if one lives a life of integrity and is true to oneself, why would they desire to extend their lifespan? Isn’t there a saying that we should focus on broadening the width of our lives rather than merely extending their length? Life cannot be measured solely by longevity; even if one lives a hundred years but lacks substance in their heart, what value does that life hold? The meaning and worth of life lie in its breadth rather than its length.
Take Lei Feng, the revolutionary soldier who dedicated his life to serving the people. Though he lived only a short time, Lei Feng remains forever in the hearts of the people. His great spirit continues to inspire generations of youth and will endure through time.
If one seeks "eternal life" in this manner, it could indeed serve as a model for future generations.
As I pondered these thoughts, my junior brother and I had already climbed over the double-layered Lotus Throne. As he said, descending was easy while ascending was challenging; my feet kept slipping on the surface. I nearly fell several times and lost count of how many times my knees bumped against hard surfaces until they were numb. I thought I had lost all feeling until I touched them and realized they were still there. However, I was mechanically pushing myself upward.
On the Ancient Guge Silver Eye Disk sat a space about two meters wide where we could rest temporarily. My junior brother pretended to remove the Nv Ba and carelessly tossed it onto the ground; it made quite a sound upon impact. Yet now that the Nv Ba resided within this newly deceased body, it could do nothing about being tossed around and suffered bruises as a result.
At that moment, I suddenly thought of something: earlier, this Nv Ba was lying on my junior brother's back. Why didn’t it directly attach itself to him or me? Aren't either of us far superior to a corpse? Moreover, the Nv Ba possesses significant mimicking abilities; had my junior brother not stumbled upon my sister's "body," we would never have suspected it at all.
Thus, even if it secretly attached itself to either me or my junior brother, the other would remain oblivious.
A chilling thought struck me suddenly: could it be that my junior brother has already been possessed by the Nv Ba?
If only I had a pot of Dog Blood right now to pour over my junior brother's head!
As soon as this thought crossed my mind, I immediately grabbed my junior brother's head and slammed my own forehead, smeared with Brown-Furred Mouse blood, against his. There was a loud "thud," nearly knocking us both to the ground.
My junior brother clutched his head and cursed, "Damn! Senior Brother, have you lost your mind? Ouch, I've got a bump now!"
I still didn't believe him. After all, the blood of the Mao Mouse was nowhere near as effective as Dog Blood when it came to exorcising demons. I grabbed him by the throat and asked, "During that trip to Shanxi for the farewell ceremony, how much did you pocket while carrying me?"
He paused in surprise. "What the hell? Why are you bringing up that old issue with Chen Guzi? We already settled that back then!"
I impatiently retorted, "Stop talking nonsense and just answer!"
He raised four fingers and said, "This... this..."
The number was correct, but I couldn't rule out the possibility that Nv Ba had some powerful ability to invade my junior brother's nervous system and extract that memory. To uncover her true nature, I needed to change my approach.
Thinking quickly, I said, "When we were at the Qinling Tree Well, I mentioned leaving my secret stash for you. What was the card number and password?"
He gasped, his eyes suddenly shining with excitement. "Are you really... going to leave it for me?"
I sidestepped the question. "Just tell me the card number and password first."
He began to think seriously. "The card number... I've never seen it, how would I know? And the password... you never told me either! Senior Brother, it's better to do it sooner than later; just tell me both!"
I felt a sudden sense of relief in my heart. It seemed that my junior brother truly didn’t know, as I hadn’t had the chance to tell him at all. When I was under the Qinling Tree Well, influenced by that thousand-year-old female demon, everything had turned upside down; what was above felt like below, and what was below felt like above. As a result, I fell from a height of several meters, thinking I was doomed. I had even instructed my junior brother about some matters, including the bank card hidden under the bed board that even Master didn’t know about. Just when it came to the crucial moment of discussing the details of the bank account password, I suddenly realized that I hadn’t reported to Mao Zedong and was still very much alive in this world. So, I changed the subject. My junior brother had been brooding over this matter in his heart.
I deliberately posed an unanswered question. If Nv Ba were to attach herself to my junior brother and knew I was intentionally testing her, she would surely scramble to find an answer to deal with me, and at that time, she would undoubtedly reveal her true self.
Since it was confirmed that my junior brother was fine now, I relaxed my arms and said, “Alright, just kidding with you. It’s all private money; how could I possibly give it to you!”
My junior brother snorted and put on an air of authority: “As if I don’t know you’re trying to test me with this incident? Then it’s only right that I have a responsibility to help Comrade Qian Yi clear his name. First question: Who was it that secretly grabbed A Li’s braid when we four were in the haunted house at six years old?”
I quickly answered, “It was me. At that time, we were—”
My junior brother interrupted, “No need for details; just admit it was you. Second question: Comrade Qian Yi, when did you graduate from Boy Scouts School?”
I blushed but replied confidently, “I’m still on probation and haven’t graduated yet.”
My junior brother nodded and continued, “Third question—” I hurriedly stopped him: “A person can only ask two questions! Comrade Dui Er, am I cleared now?”
As soon as my words fell, unexpectedly, a pool of foul-smelling dark red liquid poured down from above our heads without warning. At the same time, the corpse lying awkwardly behind my junior brother suddenly sat up as if resurrected.
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