If you walk along the mountain road when you are going up the mountain, but you happen to be a graceful beauty walking in front of you, then the boring journey will definitely become much more interesting.

Although the environment here is good, it will get tired of watching it for a long time. However, with Olivia leading the way in front, the two chatted together and soon arrived at the top of the mountain.

The big trees on the top of the mountain are lush and the branches growing wildly cover the entire house behind them, and some of them hang down, as if they add a natural barrier to the room.

But there were too many branches, and Roger could no longer see the whole house clearly. A hint of strangeness even rose in his heart. The branches seemed to have been specially trimmed and actually wrapped the entire house, with doors and windows.

However, Olivia did not walk directly to the house, but came to the big tree and pressed her palm on the bark. A faint light flashed away.

The next moment, facing Roger and the others, a part of the tree trunk sunk downwards, and then a green light door appeared.

Olivia took a step forward and took the initiative to step into the light gate. Roger did not hesitate and stepped into it.

The warm stream of light slid across the body, and a soul-wrenching enjoyment suddenly rose. The next second, Roger found himself seemingly crossing a space barrier and appeared in a room covering an area of ​​nearly 100 square meters.

“Space moves?”

No, this is the world of the soul, and the rules of reality may not apply. Roger suddenly realized this problem.

He seemed to appear out of thin air. He was in the center of the room at this time, with several windows open around him. A breeze blew by. Roger turned sideways and saw the sky and ocean in the distance through the window.

"We went straight into that room?"

Roger asked in confusion, but soon he realized something, turned around suddenly, and there was a wide open behind him, and he saw a fireplace built close to the wall.

The fire inside was booming, and the firewood was burning and crackling. Several wooden seats were placed in front of the fire, and there was a figure facing away from Roger, as if fiddling with something on the small table in front of the fire.

Roger did not speak rashly. He and Olivia entered the green light door one by one, but he was the only one in the room in front of him, so the figure busy in front of the fire...

"Don't worry, this is my idea, I think it's better if there's no one disturbing us."

The busy figure turned her head and Roger saw her appearance clearly. She was an old woman in her sixties with wrinkles on her face and her eyes were blue like the sea.

She looked kind and seemed very well-educated, wearing a green jacket, only a pair of slightly dry palms were exposed.

"Foreign guests, please sit down."

The old lady's eyes seemed to see through everything. Roger calmed down and walked to the fire and sat opposite the old lady.

"What should I call you?"

"It doesn't matter." The old woman shook her head, "because this may be the last time we meet, so it doesn't matter why you call me."

She turned upside down teacup, picked up the kettle next to her, and injected the emerald green liquid into the water cup. The water cup was not filled, and at best it was only injected about one-third.

"Please try it. This is a treat as a guest, and it is a rare good thing."

"Thanks!"

Roger nodded, but did not touch the water cup in front of him.

"You are very alert to my guests, but believe me, and in the future you will understand the value of a glass of water. Its sweetness and mellowness are enough for me to enjoy for a long time."

The heat was steaming, and the faint smell came into his breath. Roger didn't care much at first, but when he saw the expression on the face of the old woman opposite, he suddenly realized something and reached out to pick up the water cup on the table.

"What's this?"

"As you can see, just a glass of normal water."

“The only special thing is its taste.”

“A taste that can be tasted.”

"Like as I said, sweet and clear."

Roger was silent for a moment, then put the water cup back on the table, "Is it what everyone will become, or is it that there is only the Immortal in the fifth stage?"

Only then did he notice that although everything in front of him seemed extremely real, there was a barrier in the dark that made him unable to integrate into the surrounding environment.

It’s like sitting in front of the screen and watching the wonderful world on the Internet. Everything is real, but everything is fake.

"The longer you stay, the more you will lose. If you become an immortal, you will lose all your feelings..."

"No, not everything."

"Those painful, dirty, negative feelings that will be retained, but from then on, there will be no way to enjoy all the good feelings."

"I can't feel anything except pain."

The old woman's eyes were calm, as if she was telling something that had nothing to do with her, but Roger could imagine that if she had no feelings for all the beauty, then living would be a curse.

"What's the point of losing so much immortality?"

He shook his head and expressed his thoughts.

"hehe."

But the old woman smiled, "Isn't it worth it to be immortal with just a little feeling?"

"After all, some things can always be solved, but if you die, there will be nothing."

The next moment she suddenly smiled softly, "Don't talk about such a heavy topic, our discussion is meaningless, because since the beginning of this world, no one can reject the temptation of immortality."

"Not one." She repeated again

"Okay, let's talk about you?"

"That's why Olivia sent you here."

"Genius or lunatic?"

"A guy who calls himself the world."

"From my past experience, many of the following links are actually meaningless. Going crazy is almost certain. What we need to consider now is how to save you?"

"At least we should tell me the standard?"

Roger asked calmly.

"There is no standard, and the only result of trying to control power far beyond one's own limit is the chaos of the soul and the madness."

"What you see in that mirror is not you, but the interference in the soul realm, but the result has been formed, and your cognition of yourself has been established, unless you have the courage to break through yourself and smash everything you have now."

“And start over.”

"It sounds no different than killing me."

Roger smiled, but his eyes didn't have much ups and downs.

"Because no matter what you say, even if you put the so-called result in front of you, I won't believe it."

"What a strange guy."

The old woman laughed, "Since that's the case, let's officially start the test."

With his hands closed, the cup on the table disappeared instantly, "I hope you can inspire your soul fire and resonate with it."

"You are now in the soul realm, and the simplest movements will change here."

"What you want to do is to put the palm of your soul-burning palm here and leave the rest to me."

Clashing patterns appeared on the smooth table, and the old woman smiled, but Roger sat there expressionlessly.

It was not until a long time later that he asked, "What should I call you?"

"I said, the title doesn't matter, because this is the last time we've met."

"What should I call you?" Roger repeated again.

"Why should you be so stubborn?"

"The name is just a code name, you can call it as you like, as long as you want."

"What do you think of it?"

Roger smiled, "If I had changed to the previous me, I wouldn't mind preparing some unique titles for you, but now I'm not in the mood to do this."

"Where is Olivia?"

"And who are you?"

He asked afterwards.

"You're really crazy, hopeless guy. Our conversation is over. Go back and I'll pass the final result to Olivia."

"You missed the only chance to save yourself."

After saying that, she pointed to a wooden door at the end of the room.

"go out!"

But Roger did not get up. He looked around, as if he wanted to find something unusual.

At this moment, everything in front of me was dispersed like soaked ink, and a familiar feeling enveloped the whole body.

The next moment he found himself back in the middle of the room again.

The simple dress, the crackling sound of firewood burning, can see the blue sky and sea water in the distance through the windows not far away.

A breeze hit, and Roger saw the figure busy in front of the stove.

Green coat, thin body.

The decorations in the room, the movements of the figure, and even the angle of the light were exactly the same.
To be continued...