Chapter 147: Accompany Her to Eternity
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Jian Ningxuan’s assistant, Little Liu, arrived at the Hot Spring Villa first, and brought along Fang Cun. Although severely injured, Jian Ningxuan’s first concern was still An Bu. Fang Cun could help her conceal her identity and avoid unnecessary trouble.
“Oh my God, what happened here?” The assistant was stunned to see the bodies all over the ground.
“Don’t talk nonsense, come and help.” Fang Cun rushed to An Bu’s side with a quick step, quickly checked her condition, found that she had lost all her senses, but as an old corpse who had lived for hundreds of years, she must have a way to recover. So he picked up An Bu and set her aside, prioritizing to treat Jian Ningxuan.
Jian Ningxuan was severely injured and lost too much blood, on the brink of death. Fang Cun skillfully gave him emergency treatment, then carried him and An Bu into the car, leaving two assistants to take care of the other wounded, waiting for rescue. He and Little Liu then drove straight to the nearest hospital.
Throughout the process, An Bu remained in a daze, only knowing that she and Jian Ningxuan seemed to have been rescued by someone.
She raised her hand, groping around, and seeing this, Fang Cun quickly extended his hand.
An Bu grabbed his hand, paused for a moment, and finally pushed it away, continuing to search.
Fang Cun puzzledly handed Jian Ningxuan’s hand to her. She caressed it for a moment, then tightly held it with her fingers, placed it on her cheek, and closed her eyes peacefully.
Clearly unable to see, how could she distinguish the owner of the hand?
Fang Cun looked at An Bu strangely, poking her face with his hand, feeling the texture of an ordinary corpse, unable to tell that she was “alive”.
The car quickly arrived at the hospital, where Jian Ningxuan was rushed into the emergency room by a group of medical staff, while Fang Cun stayed in the car to watch over the body.
Little Liu had received Jian Ningxuan’s instructions in advance to leave An Bu to Fang Cun’s care, so although he was doubtful, he didn’t interfere with his handling.
In the darkness of consciousness, the Book of Life and Death was slowly unsealing.
Majestic life energy rushed in like a tide, confronting the death energy. Chaotic data was frantically refreshing, the barrier between life and death cracked layer by layer, and finally collapsed with a bang.
“Hoo…” An Bu suddenly took a deep breath, the smell of disinfectant mixed with the scent of the air conditioning entering her nose.
Thud, thud, thud… her stiff heart, like it had been wound up, beat one after another.
A slight sensation of pain and cold spread throughout her body, her muscles gradually relaxed, her grayish skin becoming soft, fair, and radiant with vitality.
Sounds of people, cars, wind, trees… intertwined into an unmelodious symphony in her ears.
Her eyelashes fluttered gently, her eyes slowly opened, a ray of light entering her pupils, shimmering with crystal colors.
“Sister An, are you recovered?” Fang Cun’s surprised voice came from beside her.
An Bu slowly sat up, looked down at her hands wrapped in bandages, then turned her head to look out the window.
A row of cars was neatly parked on the roadside, dazzling black, dazzling red, refreshing blue… forming a lively urban landscape with white buildings, green trees, and gray roads.
An Bu pushed open the car door, jumped out, looking, listening, smelling, feeling… an indescribable joy filled her heart, almost making her want to shout out loud.
“Sister An, are you okay?” Fang Cun’s hands were placed on the car door, looking at An Bu with a puzzled expression.
“I’m fine.” An Bu turned back to him with a brilliant smile, the moment of beauty causing Fang Cun to pause his breath.
This kind of beauty had nothing to do with appearance, but was a healthy, positive, and full of positive energy radiance, captivating and moving. Just one glance could make people forget all their troubles.
Although An Bu seemed cheerful and enthusiastic before, there was always a hint of coldness, especially when she had no expression on her face, she seemed eerie and weird. But the current her, warm and vibrant, like… like being reborn.
“You….”
“What about Mr. Jian?” Without waiting for Fang Cun to speak, An Bu asked.
“Just underwent emergency treatment and was sent to the VIP intensive care unit on the twelfth floor.”
An Bu immediately rushed to the hospital, Fang Cun locked the car door and followed closely behind.
Taking the elevator, An Bu checked the time. It had been about 10 hours since she sealed the death energy and woke up from unconsciousness.
With a ding, the elevator door opened, and An Bu hurriedly stepped out of the elevator, heading straight to Jian Ningxuan’s ward.
Fang Cun was about to tell her the specific room number when he saw that she had already accurately found the ward.
An Bu stopped at the door of the ward, hesitating.
“Why aren’t you going in?” Fang Cun asked strangely.
An Bu stared at the door of the room blankly, or more precisely, at the death energy emanating from the crack in the door.
The sign of death, less than 12 hours of life left…
An Bu felt a chill spread throughout her body, a fear she had never felt before engulfing her, the joy of just being reborn vanished in this moment.
Just then, the door of the ward suddenly opened from the inside, Jian Ningxuan’s uncle appeared in front of An Bu.
“An Bu, you’re here, come in quickly.” Jian Cheng stepped aside, his voice hoarse.
In the ward, there were also Jian Ningxuan’s father, uncle, and aunt. When they saw An Bu, their faces showed a complex expression, with worry, blame, and a little confusion.
An Bu approached the bedside, looking at Jian Ningxuan lying on the bed, silent.
“Aren’t you going to ask about his condition?” Sister-in-law, Shu Yun, couldn’t help asking.
There was no need to ask, no one knew his condition better than her.
An Bu squatted down, holding Jian Ningxuan’s hand, feeling the almost depleted vitality.
In her impression, he was always so fiery, dazzling, full of vitality, but now, he was cold, dim, and lifeless.
An Bu had thought she would fall in love with him because he could show her the colors of life and bring her wonderful enjoyment, however, even without these, she still couldn’t let go of him, piercing her heart that had just revived with difficulty.
When she saw herself “dying” back then, did Jian Ningxuan also feel heartache like she did now?
Originally, rather than becoming a real living person, she just hoped that this person could stay healthy by her side.
Mr. Jian, rest assured, I won’t let anything happen to you.
An Bu decided to use her own vitality to prolong his life, even if she would turn back into a living corpse with impaired senses.
“Could you let me and Mr. Jian be alone for a while?” An Bu said flatly without raising her head.
The Jian family exchanged glances, although a little hesitant, they eventually left the ward.
When there were only two people left in the ward, An Bu held Jian Ningxuan’s hand and began to infuse him with vitality.
However, four or five minutes later, there was no change in the death energy on Jian Ningxuan’s body.
“Why?” Why couldn’t she help him live longer?
An Bu had consumed tens of thousands of points of vitality, but his lifespan hadn’t increased by even an hour. Didn’t she successfully revive him using this method during the fire?
However, An Bu forgot that during that fire, Jian Ningxuan had only entered a state of pseudo-death due to holding his breath for a moment, and there was still a glimmer of hope. Infusing vitality had helped him regain his breath and successfully emerge from that state. In fact, vitality could not extend life.
Unwilling to believe, An Bu continued to infuse him with vitality. 100 points, 1000 points, 10000 points…
Mr. Jian, don’t die!
As the vitality was consumed, the black energy in An Bu’s eyes appeared and disappeared, and the Book of Life and Death began to churn again. The body that had been revived showed signs of stiffness again.
After sealing the ancient tomb’s death energy, An Bu had gained nearly 300,000 points of vitality and became a human overnight, realizing the dream she had persisted for over eighty years.
However, if she lost Jian Ningxuan, all of this seemed to become unimportant.
An Bu stopped her actions and slumped at the bedside.
【Let’s live together.】
【You said I’m fat… let’s work out together in the future.】
【I… want to be your boyfriend.】
【I miss you, Bu Bu.】
【Wasn’t I cute just now… Did you not notice me being cute with you?】
【Bu Bu, are you willing to spend your life with a man who can’t be with you forever?】
【I am willing.】
No, she wasn’t willing! She greedily wanted this person to accompany her forever.
Mr. Jian…
An Bu suddenly raised her head, looking at Jian Ningxuan firmly.
Forever… is it possible?
An Bu tightly grasped his hand, as if making a certain determination, her eyes exceptionally bright.
But in just a moment, a faint halo flashed in her eyes, swirling round and round, finally turning into a strange symbol. Golden light flashed, like flowing water, flowing from her body into Jian Ningxuan’s body.
When the golden light dissipated, the death energy on Jian Ningxuan’s body disappeared, replaced by a surging vitality. The vitality gradually settled, finally returning to calm.
An Bu raised her head, her eyes were dead silent, the world in front of her seemed to be washed away, rapidly fading from afar, gradually dimming, gray-white, until the last trace of color disappeared from her sight.
A teardrop glistened as it slowly slid down from the corner of her left eye, immediately turning into a wisp of black mist and dissipating into the air.
There was no expression on her face, not even a glance back at Jian Ningxuan. She stood up slowly, walked out of the ward on her own.
“An Bu?” Jian Ningze, his cousin, called out to her.
An Bu remained indifferent, ignoring everyone’s puzzled gazes as she walked unsteadily through the corridor.
“I’ll go check on her.” Fang Cun hurriedly followed.
Shortly after the two left, Jian Ningxuan’s father, who had just entered the room to check on Jian Ningxuan’s condition, exclaimed in surprise, “He’s awake!”
“Sister An, what’s wrong with you?” Fang Cun grabbed An Bu’s arm, afraid that she might do something impulsive.
An Bu turned her head, looking at him coldly.
Fang Cun couldn’t help but shiver, subconsciously letting go of her hand, surprised, “An, Sister An?”
An Bu’s gaze was like that of someone looking at a dead person, devoid of any emotion, completely different from just an hour ago.
For the first time, Fang Cun showed a serious expression, speculating that something must have happened in the ward just now.
An Bu stared at him, and automatically, a piece of information floated into her mind: [Fang Cun, ?——Year 2236, April 7, 22:15, passed away peacefully.]
Turning her gaze away, she continued walking forward.
[Chen Yuanzhou, ?——Year 2189, June 19, 09:36, sudden cardiac death.]
[Qiao Peipei, ?——Year 2194, January 20, 10:11, breast cancer.]
[Tu Sang, ?——Year 2210, February 9, 15:48, suicide by jumping off a building.]
…
One piece of information after another flashed through her mind. Every time she saw someone, the information about their death would automatically pop up, without their year of birth, only their year of death.
An Bu forcibly separated the Book of Life and Death, leaving the Book of Life to Jian Ningxuan. Eighty-some years of effort and hardship, all for the sake of living like a human. Now, she had exchanged everything she had for that person’s life.
She had only been a real human for 45 minutes.
Forty-five minutes later, only left with the Book of Death, she completely turned into a living corpse, devoid of emotions, memories, or awareness. The only value of her existence was to collect death energy, to search for every person who was about to die or had died, absorbing the death energy they released, and coldly watching as each life passed away before her eyes.
Was it worth it, An Bu?
She no longer knew how to think.
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