The Nightmare Experience of a Useless Person

That night, they did not sleep in separate beds, but embraced each other tightly, as if such opportunities to be close to each other were truly few and far between.

"Zhiyang, are you asleep?"

Jiang Zhiyang remained still, and his breathing was relatively steady.

"Zhiyang, Jiang Zhiyang."

Qingjun lowered her head, nuzzling her cheek against his neck. She had taken her medicine before bed, and her body temperature was currently under control.

"Husband, Jun?"

She tried again, and seeing that the person beside her did not react, she tiptoed out of bed.

"I need to come to my senses... I'll go home and I'll definitely find a way to save you. You must be alright until I get back."

Qingjun will come back. Rather than holding her hand and begging her to stay, Jiang Zhiyang would rather see her return. It's as if only in this way can he prove that he is really... important to her.

But was he qualified to gamble? Jiang Zhiyang secretly pinched his thigh, resisting the urge to open his eyes, until that familiar aura completely disappeared.

He hurriedly got up without even putting on his coat, and when he opened the courtyard gate, he didn't even see Qingjun's back.

If he had known, he wouldn't have gotten up. His chest was wide open, where Qingjun's soft body warmth had once lingered, but now it had been stolen away by the cold night.

The night was pitch black. This was true in the mortal realm, but it was truly unbelievable in the divine realm. Since the birth of the Goddess of Life and Wish, she had never seen the divine realm in such a desolate state.

The hundred-mile-long sea of ​​flowers has vanished without a trace. Qingjun reached out, but couldn't even find the remaining roots. The fertile soil had turned into sand and dust, devoid of any life.

"Ah." Blood dripped from his fingertips as his palm was cut, only to be greedily swallowed up by the sandy land.

Oh no! Qingjun struck the small mound with all her might, and countless tiny insects crawled out of the hollow beneath the sand. They had black wings and white legs, flowing like black water. The situation was worse than she had imagined. The most sacred divine realm had given birth to evil creatures.

Where are Ah Wu and Ah Liu? Could they already be...?

"Ah Wu!"

The temple was empty and covered in cobwebs and dust, and every shout of Qingjun resonated with a thousand echoes.

"Ah Liu! Ah Liu!"

It's gone, really gone. Her footsteps and breathing were so clear, yet no other sound could be heard.

Qingjun felt as if she had fallen into a deep well, devoid of light, sound, and air. Deprived of her breath, she could only open her throat, letting the foul air scrape against her soft flesh, ultimately vomiting blood in pain.

Her mind was blank. She wanted to find Ah Wu, she wanted to find Ah Liu. Qingjun ran around, passing through every room of the empty temple, but all her efforts were in vain.

Where's Fu Youjian? The apple tree! Yes, the apple tree! Ah Liu loves that apple tree so much, she'll definitely stay there!

Qingjun headed towards Fuyoujian, not caring about the shoes that had fallen off. The tender skin on her feet was cut open by the stones, leaving bright red marks.

"Ah Wu! Ah Liu!"

Finally, she received a response—a faint gasp.

"Great, great, it's not too late!" Qingjun ran frantically through the pain until the apple tree came into view.

With its lush foliage and vibrant green leaves, it was the only thing in the divine realm that remained spotless. Qingjun was awestruck by its vitality and was momentarily captivated by it.

"Sir, we're here."

It's Ah Liu! It's Ah Liu! Qingjun looked in the direction of the voice and saw two weak, fading figures under the tree.

"A-Wu! A-Liu! I'm back!" The moment she saw them, Qingjun's stagnant thoughts started flowing again, tears welled up in her eyes, and a wave of regret washed over her.

"It's alright, it's alright."

Qingjun tried to soothe him gently, but his words sounded like the ramblings of a madman.

"Once my spiritual power recovers, I can turn you back to normal, Ah Wu, Ah Liu, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Ah Wu was too weak to react at all, and Ah Liu was not like usual either, just quietly looking at Qing Jun with a sweet smile on her face.

That smile carried a hint of sorrow; they all knew that even if Qingjun's spiritual power remained unchanged, they still...

Adults can conjure up ten, a hundred, or even tens of millions of divine messengers, but there will never be another Ah Wu or Ah Liu among them.

"There will be more divine messengers. They will love you just like Ah Wu and Ah Liu." Ah Liu wanted to reach out and touch the adult's head, but she didn't even have that much strength left.

"But Ah Wu and Ah Liu are different. You are divine messengers, and also my family," Qingjun said, tears streaming down her face. She clutched her chest, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the heartache. "Gifts! I haven't given you your gifts yet! You must take good care of yourself. Masks, lanterns, magic gourds—I'll go with you to buy them, okay?"

Ah Liu smiled and nodded. "Ah Liu, Ah Liu has one more wish."

"You said it, and the adults all agreed with you."

"In the divine realm, there are many divine messengers, but the master favors me the most because Ah Liu has a wisp of the master's divine soul. I am most like you, understand you the most, and am a part of the master." Ah Liu smiled, but a tear fell, recalling the days spent with the master, feeling it was a tear of happiness.

"But this wisp of divine soul is about to burn out completely. I want the last bit of spiritual power..."

Ah Liu gazed into Qing Jun's eyes and remained silent, for Ah Liu was part of the adult, so there was no need to say anything; the adult would understand.

"No! You mustn't! You can't! You're important too, and Ah Liu is important too!"

Qingjun reached out to grab it, but grasped nothing. Between his fingers, a firefly, like a star, fluttered its wings and danced in the direction of the wind. It landed on the only fruit on the branch, then turned into a spark and disappeared.

"Ah Liu, Ah Liu!"

Her family, her family is gone, the lively and clever Ah Liu, and all the divine messengers of this realm of life and desire, are gone.

Unlike living beings, they will not even have a next life. They will vanish into the highest clouds of early spring, taking with them the happy and peaceful times they spent together...

But they were never cherished, and Qingjun never cherished them. She only treated them as servants, as tools, and as bargaining chips for her to enjoy the pleasures of the mortal world.

If it's gone, it's gone. As long as the God exists, the messengers of the God will never be lacking.

Gone, gone. Even if the God Lord still exists, those unique divine messengers, those unique Ah Wu and Ah Liu, will never return.

Why? Why didn't she learn to love sooner? She was clearly surrounded by love, but she wasted and missed out on all that respect, affection, and care because of her ignorance.

Qingjun held the apple in her hand, warming it in her palm. This was A-Liu's wish, and Qingjun's wish: the fruit that ripened in the desire for life would save her lover's life.

If we can send it back, Jiang Zhiyang will be saved.

"It seems that the wish of the God of Life will not be fulfilled."

A chilling remark, like a piercing blade, came from behind; it was the messenger of the Hopea Tree.

Qingjun smiled, but a bitter taste lingered in her mouth. This time, her wish truly couldn't be fulfilled…