Needless to say, what kind of difficulties Zhou Sheng went through in the process of searching for the "mirage".
The final result was that he got his wish and found the misty village wandering throughout the land of China, and found the legendary omnipotent "mirage".
But because what Zhou Sheng wanted to realize was not his own, it was not him who was left in the painting in the end, but the women including Wan'er.
After their wishes came true, a ray of obsession of these women was left in the fog in the form of paintings by "mirage".
Zhou Sheng couldn't bear the loneliness of "eternal life" they endured in this fog, so after the "mirage" fell into a deep sleep, he took the initiative to break into this fog.
As for the women outside?
Except for Wan'er, who also followed Zhou Sheng into this fog, the others naturally returned to their original life trajectories.
After all, after losing their "common personality", although they missed the good days they spent with Zhou Sheng, they also knew that it was just an illusion.
The only person Zhou Sheng fell in love with from beginning to end was Wan'er, not himself who had lost his "common personality".
At the same time, they also understand that after losing the basis of "common personality", it is impossible for them to share the love of one man with dozens of women.
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"..."
Opening his eyes silently, after reading Zhou Sheng's life experience, Pei Wende felt sincere admiration for the man in front of him.
Whether you are willing to give up that huge "harem"...
Or actively choose to stay in the fog to accompany those obsessions that are not even "people"...
Zhou Shengdu used his actual actions to prove what "deep affection" means - this seemingly indifferent man's deep affection can be regarded as a model for all men in the world.
"Even if you are a true love saint, I'm afraid it's nothing more than this!"
With a gentle sigh, Pei Wende picked up Zhou Sheng's body and walked towards the house in the center of the inner courtyard while Zhao Mu looked in surprise.
"What are you going to do?"
Zhao Mu, who was afraid that Pei Wende might cause some damage, quickly followed him and watched him with vigilance.
"I'm just fulfilling his last wish."
Ignoring Zhao Mu's obstruction at all, Pei Wende walked to the door of the house, bowed his head and then slowly opened the door.
Squeak...
With a heart-wrenching sound of the friction of a wooden shaft, this seemingly uninhabited room was opened little by little.
"Is that... a coffin?"
In this room that looked like a female boudoir, the first thing that caught Zhao Mu's eyes was not a dressing table, but an outrageously large coffin.
With just one glance, Zhao Mu could confirm that it was definitely not a coffin for one person.
Or to be more precise, it is a "closed coffin" that only couples use.
"Excuse me, ma'am, I'm bringing your husband to see you."
Step by step, he stepped forward and pushed open the coffin lid. Pei Wende looked at the pale bones in the coffin and whispered in a low voice.
Because Pei Wende knew that the skeleton lying in the coffin was none other than Wan'er who entered this fog with Zhou Sheng.
Yes, the Wan'er Pei Wende saw at first was not the real Wan'er, but a ray of obsession she left in this fog.
Although Zhou Sheng has a husband who is good at psychics, the real Wan'er has not actually practiced any practice.
From birth to death, she was just an ordinary girl.
In this fog with no concept of time, the real Wan'er accompanied him for decades as "Zhou Sheng's wife".
Until the real Wan'er passed away, Zhou Sheng never thought of using psychic methods to recall her soul.
In fact, this was also the main reason why Zhou Sheng finally gave up resistance at the slightest resistance when facing Pei Wende.
Rather than returning to the world with the obsessions of those women, Zhou Sheng's biggest wish is to stay in this fog forever and accompany his wife until eternity.
"As the saying goes, five hundred passes in the past life are exchanged for one look back in this life..."
"I don't know how long you have been waiting for this man on Naihe Bridge, but I think you don't have to wait any longer this time."
Although Zhao Mu didn't know what happened, looking at Pei Wende's actions, Zhao Mu couldn't help but feel a little shocked and shaken in his heart.
This menacing outsider doesn't seem as bad as he thought?
"We are born in the same quilt, and we die in the same hole."
"I hope you can be husband and wife again in the next life."
Not knowing what Zhao Mu was thinking, Pei Wende put Zhou Sheng's body into the coffin and slowly closed the "closed coffin" again.
Click...
With the crisp sound of mortise and tenon joining resounding in the room, this "closed coffin" will never be opened again from now on.
"who is she?"
It was only then that Zhao Mu, who was also standing next to the coffin, softly asked his doubts.
Through Pei Wende's series of actions just now, Zhao Mu no longer seems to be hostile to this outsider.
At the very least, Pei Wende has gained initial trust in Zhao Mu's heart, and is no longer the completely unknown "monster" he was before.
"who is she?"
With a slight smile on his lips, Pei Wende turned his head and glanced at the boy next to him.
"She is Zhou Sheng's real wife and the culprit who caused all this."
When he said this, Pei Wende's voice paused for a moment, and then he continued with Zhao Mu's half-confused and half-bewildered expression.
"But to her, none of that mattered."
"You just need to know that if it weren't for her existence, this fog might not be what it is now."
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Mu's face showed a little surprise.
"So, is she the reason why Mr. Zhou stays here?"
"What about you? You said before that you came here to find someone. Did you find the person you were looking for?"
When Zhao Mu asked this question, the smile on Pei Wende's lips suddenly froze.
"Oops, I was so busy sighing that I forgot about this."
I saw Pei Wende pull out of thin air and pull out a scroll from nowhere.
Then, in Zhao Mu's surprised eyes, Pei Wende seemed to be hurriedly pulling away the scroll.
The painting on that painting was none other than Xiao Qing, who had transformed into a big snake with green scales.
It just looked different from what Pei Wende had seen before.
At this moment, the big blue-scaled snake in the portrait was looking up to the sky and howling, exuding the domineering aura of swallowing up mountains and rivers.
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