From the end of the world

Chapter 605: The Moon Under the Moon
I didn't sleep. Not only because I didn't need to sleep, but also because I wanted to cherish the time I spent with Ma Zao. People tend to cherish treasures that they have lost and found again. In my heart, Ma Zao was also a treasure that I once thought I would lose.

At the same time, I could also feel my love for Ma Zao growing stronger and stronger. Hugging her with such warm feelings in my heart could not be more comfortable.

But just like soaking in hot water for too long will make you dizzy, letting my love grow willfully may also make me lose my composure. I felt unfamiliar and at a loss about my feelings. In the second half of the night, in order to calm my mind, I first lifted half of the quilt, sat up from the bed, put on my slippers, and quietly went to the corridor outside.

The corridor of the mansion is quite ancient. After walking out of the bedroom, you can directly see the courtyard outside. When you look up, you can see the moon hanging in the night sky. In stark contrast to the abnormally huge full moon in the afterlife, the moon in the real world maintains a reassuring sense of distance. The silver moonlight shines down dimly, keeping the night dark but not so dark that you can't see your hand in front of you.

The cool breeze from the courtyard helped me to come out of my tipsy state. Walking helps to massage the brain, so I started to walk slowly. Although this is my house, I rarely walk around like this. The house at night looks even more mysterious, and at first glance it looks like someone else's house. I couldn't help but think of the fun of exploring strange buildings when I was a kid.

Suddenly, I had a strange intuition. As if being pulled by a force, I moved towards a place in the mansion. That was the room where Chang'an stayed tonight. After arriving there, I found that the door was open and there was no one in the room. After a quick search nearby, I soon found the figure who left the room in the courtyard.

The figure seemed familiar, but it was not Chang'an. There was a large rock in the courtyard that served as a small hill, and the figure stood quietly beside it. The hazy moonlight vaguely revealed the other person's appearance.

Silver-white hair, a slender and graceful back, and a pale white dress fluttering in the breeze. She seemed to notice my gaze and turned around, a pair of golden demonic eyes flashing in the dark night.

Standing there was a beautiful youkai girl who seemed like a dream.

Silver Moon.

"Long time no see, Zhuang Cheng."

Even after being "caught" by me, this strange creature did not show any fear or shock. It just greeted me with a faint smile, as if it met a close friend.

Obviously, she is using Chang'an as a container. And strangely enough, I myself did not feel any sense of urgency about this situation. It was probably because I had already realized unconsciously what was going on with this silver moon in front of me.

"Are you resurrected?" I asked tentatively.

"You know very well that it is impossible for me to be resurrected through Chang'an." Yin Yue said with a smile, "Your destruction and sealing are very effective. I am suppressed in Chang'an's unconscious realm. I can't continue to function as an independent self, and I can't even think as Yin Yue again. I can't recover under the seal. I can only serve as a filler for Chang'an's existence in the form of a spiritual resource."

"So, what's going on with you now?" I asked.

"I'm just dreaming." Yin Yue said.

"Dream?" I asked.

"Don't you humans like to interpret dreams as ruminations of the unconscious realm? A large number of information fragments are randomly pieced together and finally form a fantastic dream. And I am also fragmented information suppressed in the unconscious realm." Yin Yue said, "So, I am just dreaming, or rather, Chang'an had a dream that he turned into Yin Yue. I will wake up after the sun rises."

This is consistent with my intuition. The silver moon in front of me is a far more illusory existence than the incarnation of dreams. It is a real dream. It is not an independent and vivid life, but more like a gust of wind that blows occasionally, just a phenomenon. When talking to her, I even feel that I am not talking to a sober person. The other party's response is like an illusory dream talk.

Even if a normal person dreams of turning into someone else, this situation will not happen. However, Chang'an also has the power to turn illusions into reality, which led to the current phenomenon.

"Have you also appeared in the past few months?" I asked, "Will your current state have a negative impact on Changan?"

"No." Yin Yue first calmly answered the previous question, "Originally, I shouldn't have been able to appear. The reason why I can appear now is actually due to you... You seem to have been infected with the fate of attracting strange things to emerge.

"Even so, this is probably just a coincidence that can never be replicated, a meaningless flash of brilliance.

"And if there is any other reason...it may be because he is a little confused."

I speculated: "Because he saw the little bowl, he thought of Zhu Jiu, and then thought of his biological mother?"

"There is a flaw in his heart. If one believes that reality is so beautiful, who would want to indulge in dreams?" Yin Yue said, "Or, as long as one has the courage to face reality... But he is still a little far away from this realm."

She paused and continued, "As for the latter question, the answer is no. I don't mind regarding Chang'an as 'another self', and Chang'an is gradually and effectively digesting me. Unless he encounters misfortune in the future that makes him want to give up his existence, his self is unshakable.

“So, please treat me well from now on—and treat Chang’an well.

"There's still a lot of time left tonight. If you're willing to agree to me, I can give you a lot of 'special rewards'?" I heard her ambiguous implication and refused without hesitation: "Don't say such disgusting things. Don't forget that you are using my friend's body now. I don't want to develop that kind of relationship with my friend."

"Is the little girl from the Zhu family enough?" Yin Yue asked with a smile.

"Die in my friend's consciousness, Yinyue, and never come out again," I said.

"Don't be so anxious, Zhuang Cheng, I have one last word to say to you." Yin Yue said.

"Tell me about it," I said.

Yin Yue smiled faintly and said slowly: "Thank you for always taking care of my child."

"The real Silver Moon wouldn't say that," I said.

The real Yin Yue never cared about her own son.

"Yes, so this is just Chang'an's dream." Yin Yue looked up at the moon in the sky with melancholy.

The next day, the silver moon disappeared just like a dewdrop welcoming the morning sun.

Coming without a trace, leaving without a trace, perhaps this is what she is like. That was probably the last time I saw her.

Changan returned to his original state, as if he had forgotten the experience of dreaming, and had no idea what happened last night. Some things might be better unknown, so I did not tell him about my experience that night. Under the urging of Mr. Zhu, he showed his usual carefree smile and returned to Luoshan College to continue his studies.

Perhaps it is not just Chang'an, nor is it just the Gu Yue God of Gu Yue Village in the past. The Yin Yue, who is obsessed with the survival of another self, may have set up his own retribution body and response body in other places, or even other "resurrection" works. I don't know what those "Silver Moons" who don't know whether they exist or not will think of Chang'an. I have warned Chang'an about this part, and he took it seriously. In the future, I will also need to try to find them one by one and exorcise them all.

In the morning, Lu Chan sorted out the recent information over the past four months and reported to me.

The exact location of Mingzhu is still unknown. Although Lu Chan has also proposed to help me search in secret, it is basically impossible to lock onto the latent Great Impermanence with his power. It is better to rely on Fazheng to produce results. I am also using the "Fireflies" distributed in various places to conduct a large-scale carpet search.

At noon, since I had an appointment with Ma, I took time out to accompany me to meet her parents.

In the past, Ma Zao was treated as a patient with amnesia in the military hospital in Xianshui City, so naturally, Ma Zao's parents also lived in Xianshui City. We both have the ability to transfer space, and we arrived in Xianshui City in an instant, and then walked to the specific location. This walking time was not only for Ma Zao to prepare himself mentally, but also for me.

Ma Zao was diagnosed with amnesia when he was ten years old, and his current age is 13. If I were asked by his parents what my relationship with Ma Zao was, how would I answer?

First of all, I will never do something as shameful as concealing something, let alone lying. I am afraid of the relationship between honesty and Ma Zao, which is equivalent to insulting Ma Zao. Having said that, is there really no problem in telling the truth?

Although Ma Zao's soul has experienced countless years in the chaotic "Apocalypse", it is difficult for a person's soul to grow in a world filled with madness. As a great success, Ma Zao's soul image obviously follows the theory of "appearance is determined by the heart". It can be judged that although his soul is not still at the age of ten when he first contracted amnesia, it will not exceed the range of thirteen or fourteen years old.

Therefore, it is obviously hypocritical to use the so-called "mental age" as a shield, let alone physical age. And no matter how much people around me say "the great impermanence can trample on the ethics of the world", it is difficult for me to completely ignore others - especially the strange looks of Ma Zao's parents.

Of course, even if I am looked at strangely, I will not waver in my decision.

So I could only follow the old way and rush forward with the mentality that everything will work out when I get there.

"...Zhuang Cheng." Ma Zao made a nervous sound.

"I'm here," I said.

I originally thought that Ma Zao wanted to seek spiritual support from me, but unexpectedly, after taking a deep breath, she asked another question: "Zhuang Cheng...how do you get along with your parents?"

"My parents?" I was surprised.

(End of this chapter)