Chapter 37: Chapter 4 Visitors from the Dead Realm 7
On the day he stayed, Xiaobai fell ill
The table of fine wine and food prepared by Xingzi also became dull. Ren Celadon stayed in the stable for a whole day. Dongling Snow Horse, who was originally full of energy, was lying on the ground. His hair was gray and black, and his eyes had become dull.
It seemed to be extremely uncomfortable. It rubbed its forehead against the palm of Ren's celadon hand, twisted and twitched all over, and let out a painful groan.
Xingzi was anxiously adding herbs to the manger. Kou Xiang sat on the wooden railing with his legs crossed and looked at the two people's backs nonchalantly. He didn't understand: "It's just a horse, so what?"
The young man muttered dissatisfiedly, but when Ren Qingci heard it, she didn't look back. She just touched Xiaobai gently and said coldly: "This is the world of life."
In the realm of death, members of the same race can kill each other. Human life is not worth praising, let alone a horse. But in the realm of life, all living things have the right to live, including horses.
Kou Xiang didn't speak anymore and just looked at the snow pony that was being cared for in silence. In fact, it's not bad to be such a horse in the living world. At least there are people who care, and at least you can live an upright life.
"Sister Ren..." Xingzi squatted next to Ren Celadon, as if he had something to say, but he didn't know whether to say it or not. He looked very embarrassed.
"What's up?"
"The doctor just now said there was no way... that the disease was very weird... I'm afraid... I'm afraid..."
However, unlike what Xingzi was worried about, Ren Celadon actually smiled, but her smile was pale: "It's hopeless, right?"
Xingzi nodded sadly and Xiaobai seemed to understand the meaning of this sentence. He made a sound similar to a sob in pain and let Celadon rest his head in his hands, frowning tightly, but said nothing more.
"Ren Celadon," Kou Xiang finally couldn't help but speak, "We can't wait any longer for this horse. Since it will inevitably die sooner or later, why don't we care what it does!"
Xingzi turned around and glared at the young man who spoke, but Ren Celadon still didn't speak. She smiled bitterly in her heart, what's the matter? Two hundred years ago, she could send a human life into eternal destruction, but two hundred years later, she can't turn a blind eye to the dying horse.
At the age of ten, when she entered the dark prison and thought there would be no hope of seeing the light of day and was seeking death, a person saved her. The person told her that she should never give up easily until the moment she died. Even if she was in the world of death, she still wanted to live.
When she was fourteen years old, it was that person who helped her escape from the world of death. From then on, she never saw him again. Only this sentence has always been remembered in her heart. But that person did not tell her that she had to resort to any means to survive. The laws of the world of death did not apply.