Whispering Poems

Chapter 3375 A broad agreement between life and death

Chapter 3375 A broad agreement between life and death

The sun rose and set, flowers bloomed and faded, the street in front of the door became a town square, and a newlywed couple moved in next door as neighbors. The wardrobe at home had to be thrown away because it was eaten by insects, but the blanket he had put on her when he ran away from his marriage to the island was still preserved.

The house was connected to gas and steam pipelines without anyone noticing, and the daughter born to the couple next door could knock on her door and ask if she had any candy. The grave of the puppy that passed away many years ago was covered with blue flowers, but when I was alone at the window gazing at the snow-capped mountains, the person I was waiting for still hadn't come back.

The town outside the house is changing day by day, and the house is getting older day by day. The girl looking at the mirror in the house has more wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, more white hair on her head, and her back is gradually hunched, but the vivid memories of the past in her mind are still repeated in her dreams every night.

More than ten years ago, her nephew came to the island and met her. At that time, she had asked a neighbor to take care of the house and returned to her parents' home on the old continent for a short time. Before her parents passed away, they had forgiven her for eloping that year, but that was already the time when the little girl next door would still climb onto the roof mischievously.

"When I left town for a short time and returned to my parents' home, I wondered if you would be waiting for me at home when I came back."

The old woman, whose face was illuminated by the setting sun, smiled and spoke. While she was speaking, the corpse ghost just stood there hunched over, intermittently saying the word "Miranda" and its body swaying in the wind.

Old lady Otto didn't care that the two young men were listening beside her. She was just talking about the path that she and the people around her should have walked in her lifetime, and the stories that she and the people around her should have experienced in her lifetime.

If you miss it, you can't get it back. She just wants to fulfill their original promise before the end of their lives and dedicate their lives to each other. Even if it's in this way.

The sun gradually set, and the increasingly dim light shone on the old woman. But her voice was still gentle. She did not tell how lonely and depressed she was in the half-century of waiting. She just wanted to devote her life, which was delayed for more than 50 years, to cherish the last bit of time.

The white-haired young girl standing behind the wheelchair had tears in her eyes at some point. Shad and Mia did not look at the old man and the zombie. Instead, they looked beyond the town below to the distance at the sea level, watching the sun sink below the sea level little by little.

While the old lady was telling the story, Shade turned around and transferred the unconscious Mr. Meyer and others to their carriage, and also made the people in the carriage and the driver fall asleep. He then threw out the crystal shoes and left for dozens of minutes. Although he missed some things in the 1820s, neither the people who were concentrating on listening to the story nor the storyteller noticed his brief absence.

Finally, when the last ray of light of the winter sun was still floating above the sea level, the story of old Mrs. Otto also told about two young men from other places who found her on this nice Sunday afternoon and brought her here.

The old woman's voice disappeared, and she did not look at her husband again, but turned her head to look at the lights gradually lighting up in the town below. If it were not for the malice of fate, she could have experienced countless evenings like this with her husband, and could have been surrounded by her children and grandchildren at this age, telling them stories of the past.

And now, the story is over.

"Miranda"

Mr. Shikigami Otto said this again, his voice still hoarse and unpleasant:

"I'm back."

He still said this, turning his head in the direction of the old woman.

"I, I, I"

The stumbling voice seemed to want to repeat the previous sentence, but in the end it said a completely new sentence:

"I've always been thinking about you, and I've always wanted to come back."

Mrs. Otto's shoulders were shaking, and even though he could only see her profile, Shade knew she was crying. And Miss Larson actually covered her mouth and cried. She was a sentimental girl.

"Miranda, I'm sorry, Miranda, I'm back."

He repeated what he had just said, and then spoke a new sentence again. His hoarse voice actually had emotion at this moment:

"I'm back. Thank you for your hard work in this life."

Shade moved his fingers and turned the wheelchair completely to face Mr. Otto, the ghoul. He knew it was wrong, but after sighing in his heart, he still moved the wheelchair closer to the ghoul.

Then the two arms were opened, and the living and the dead who had missed each other for fifty years embraced each other, and the old woman finally burst into tears. She cried very sadly and cried very hard. After all, this was the resentment and grievance of her life, the complaint of her life, and the tears she shed for the final reunion after a lifetime of waiting.

The cat yawned as it felt the comfortable sea breeze and watched the scene with boredom. Then it saw the white-haired human female pounce on Shade and buried her head in his arms, sobbing.

Although this would not squeeze the cat standing on Shade's shoulder, it still meowed to express its dissatisfaction.

Shad patted Miss Larson on the back. This story was indeed very touching. As to whether it was a tragedy or not, Dorothy would judge it later. It was a tragedy.

The sun in the distance then completely disappeared below the coastline amid the weeping of the low cliffs. Dusk always passed quickly. When Miss Larson covered her face and left Shade's arms, she sniffed first, and then noticed that an upside-down sea of ​​stars had appeared above her head:

"Sorry, I-I lost my temper."

Shade shook his head:

"It's okay, I understand."

Then he looked at the couple who were still hugging each other:

"The last wish has been fulfilled, so now it's time."

Although it is cruel, this sentence must be said by Xia De:

"I put Mr. Meyer and the others in the carriage, but they will catch a cold if they lie down any longer in this season. Mrs. Otto, your husband is leaving."

"Where is he going?"

asked the sobbing and weak old man.

"To that place where he should have gone a long time ago."

Although the "Door of Death" is one-way and will not have any impact on the world of the living, Shade still does not want to open that gap in front of the elderly Mrs. Otto.

Just now, while she was telling a story, Shade went back home temporarily and went to the [Holy White Chapel] in the attic to change the blessing of the old god from "the pure creator" to "the ferryman god".

As a result, he lost the ability to turn people who voluntarily became toys into toys, but gained the ability to "roam on dry land" (Chapter 2741).

At this moment, as the snow and mud on the ground surged, the familiar small wooden boat slowly rose from under the earth, causing ripples to echo on the ground. The "artifact" oar given by the gods was placed on the small wooden boat. Shade patted Miss Larson again and asked her to let go of her arm. After handing a coat to the girl who felt a little cold after crying, he boarded the boat with the cat, picked up the oar and stood at the stern:

"time to go."

Mr. Otto, the ghoul, pushed his wife away, and as the latter shook her head and tried to catch up with him with red eyes, he looked at her for the last time, then turned around and climbed onto Shade's boat.

The old woman, who had already broken down in tears, fell back into her wheelchair. Miss Larson tried to comfort her, but the old woman begged:

"Can you help me up? I want to stand and see him off."

The white-haired girl carefully helped the old man up, but did not dare to let her get close to the strange little wooden boat. The old man sobbed and waved goodbye to the people on the boat, and promised in a hoarse voice:

"Good-bye, Ralph. This time you must wait for me to come to you."

Mr. Shikigami Otto kept shaking his head:

"Miranda, Miranda, no, don't worry about looking for me, I, I, I will wait for you."

"We're off."

Shad said, and after nodding slightly to Miss Larson, he lightly touched the ground with the oar in his hand, and the boat slid towards the edge of the cliff in front as if it was gliding on the water.

The boat kept speeding up as Mrs. Otto, who was supported by Miss Larson, cried. Shade had found the direction to death. He thought the boat would smoothly slide into the dark waters at the edge of the cliff, but he didn't expect the boat to rush out from the edge of the cliff.

"Ok?"

Xia De was shocked, and then the boat left ripples in the air and flew all the way to the starry sky above. He didn't know what was going on, it seemed that the blessing of the "Ferryman God" had worked, but why the "land boat" could make the boat fly was really a difficult question.

The two ladies on the edge of the cliff looked up at the boat in the sky getting higher and higher, and then the corpse ghost sitting on the boat suddenly jumped up. But he didn't want to jump off the boat to escape, but clung to the edge of the boat and shouted to the bottom:

"Miranda~Miranda~I will always wait for you. You waited for me for fifty years, and I can wait for you for a hundred years. Don't be in a hurry to see me. I will always wait for you. Don't be in a hurry to find me."

The sound of his voice miraculously returned to normal at this moment, and the remaining frost on the surface of the corpse melted in the process, and then turned into silver-blue dots of light that dragged behind the boat.

The silver-blue light spread to the small town with thousands of lights under the starry sky, but more of it fell towards the cliff.

Mrs. Otto raised her hand and watched a small ice-blue flower fall into her palm. When the light fell on Miss Larson, the "other me" beside her whispered to her:

[Stella, your soul has the ability to contain more frost power. Congratulations, you have once again digested part of the power of the holy relic "Winter Symphony".]

If the corpse ghost can now stay in this world of the living, he has officially embarked on the path of transcendence.