"Eat it and it’s all good?" He was stunned for a mont, then looked at Searcy like a drowning man clutching at straws, and said: "After I take the dicine, will I know who I am?"
"Of course." Searcy pointed at Gu Youyou and said: "She is a Divine Doctor."
"Divine Doctor, Divine Doctor, save , save... save ... Divine Doctor..."
Gu Youyou stepped back continuously, it was really terrifying.
Everyone watched this bizarre scene.
Then, he turned to Jin Zijin and shouted: "Zijin... Zi... jin, save... ..."
Tian Jizi’s eyes widened, one hand clutching his own neck, the other reaching out to Gu Youyou and Jin Zijin.
That face was filled with despair and disbelief.
Jin Zijin’s heart suddenly trembled!
And the old man on the ground, his world, forever frozen!
...
Ten days later.
Jin Ziyuan still had not woken up, and Tian Jizi’s body was cremated by Jin Zijin, his ashes placed into a small box.
According to Dao Sect’s customs, this box of ashes was to be sent back to Qi Mountain for worship.
Jin Zijin locked himself in a room holding Tian Jizi’s urn, only seeing Gu Youyou when she brought food in.
No matter what Gu Youyou said, he would not respond at all.
That day, two people ca here, Yue Rujing and Duan Family’s Miss Duan were playfully fighting when they found Jin Zijin.
He carried a lunch box, pushed open the heavy stone door, and stood by Jin Zijin’s side.
The altar beside him displayed Tian Jizi’s ashes.
He lit a stick of incense and perford a ritual bow in front of the ashes, one bow, two bows, three bows.
After the third bow, he inserted the incense into the censer in front of the ash box.
"Master, Ajing is late, unable to take care of you in your old age, Ajing now kowtows to you..."
For ten days, Jin Zijin had neither eaten nor slept well, visibly emaciated.
Jin Zijin raised his head and looked at Yue Rujing.
Yue Rujing knew that Tian Jizi was gone and felt very sad, but Tian Jizi had told them long ago that his ti was near, and if he could kill Yu Jizi before he died, it would be worth it.
He said that as long as Yu Jizi died, no one would live longer than he did.
Master achieved it, so he wasn’t very sad about the Master’s death, but happy for him instead.
These years of holding on weren’t in vain, and he did manage to kill Yu Jizi himself.
Yue Rujing looked at Jin Zijin, whose eyes were lifeless, and sighed: "Senior brother, don’t be sad, rember what our Master said? As long as he could personally kill Yu Jizi, we should be happy for him, not sad because he’s gone."
Jin Zijin opened his mouth, his voice unexpectedly hoarse.
He said: "Ajing, I don’t know how our Master passed away."
Yue Rujing froze, not understanding Jin Zijin’s words.
"Senior brother, what do you an?"
Jin Zijin said again: "I don’t know how our Master passed away."
"No..." Yue Rujing scratched his head and said: "They told Master killed Yu Jizi then used up all his energy, no? Isn’t that right?"
Jin Zijin remained silent.
Yue Rujing suddenly realized: "Oh, oh, you an you weren’t by his side when he passed? It’s a bit regretful not to see him off with your own eyes, but you’re better off than ; at least you personally cremated him."
Jin Zijin still didn’t say anything.
Yue Rujing poured a glass of grape juice and handed it to Jin Zijin, saying: "Drink this to soothe your throat."
Jin Zijin took the cup from Yue Rujing and drank it all in one go.
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