The so-called sense of departure, its end point is controlled death.

Once people anticipate their own death and accept it calmly, they will experience a strong sense of stability.

Because they know that before this, all actions have meaning. They will know their ending very clearly, and their route of action will always remain the same, from life to death.

Naraku experienced this feeling of departure for more than four days.

As if she was picking up her backpack and starting a long journey, her mood became extremely calm.

These days, she thought of many things.

For example, when I was a child, I received advice from my family.

I have been practicing my marksmanship every day since I was growing up.

When I boarded the ship with a mission, I felt gloomy in my heart.

And the pain of losing his vitality and having his soul sucked dry when he was captured by the princess.

besides……

When she was most desperate, she saw the hand stretched out in the thick cloud-like darkness.

The hand extended to her.

The owner of that hand was still standing in front of her, just like every time she saw him.

She stared at him for a long time through a narrow layer of morning mist and moisture. The morning light fell on his face like cutting through the water and splitting the milky white petals.

She is leaving.

Even though she had just learned his real name.

"Su Mingan." She said, "I want to go home."

"After that...I will ask someone to take you back." Su Ming'an said.

Naraku smiled:

"When I was alive, it felt like I would never die...but when I died, it felt like I had never lived."

"..."

"Help me see the future of this world, okay?" Naraku said, "If you can come back from that cloud city, help me... take care of Duoya, okay? I don't know anyone here,

She is the best person to me."

"..."

"Now that I think about it, the happiest time in my life was actually when I saw you come to save me." Naraku said softly:

"You are the prince, and I am the princess under a spell."

After saying this, she suddenly noticed that her vision began to blur again.

A strong feeling of weakness climbed up, and she had an extremely obvious premonition.

She lowered her eyes and saw the pale color gradually creeping up her fiery red hair.

Under her flamboyant fiery red hair, which symbolizes youth, her extraordinarily slender eyes are gradually showing bloodshot eyes.

Under the blowing of the warm wind, her hair began to turn white and dry, her beautiful eyes gradually became cloudy, the whites of her eyes turned yellow, and her originally fair skin became wrinkled like cracks.

It was as if the waterfall of time fell completely at this moment, and her life force was quickly drained away in just a few seconds.

The time for reflection has passed.

The morning light swayed on her increasingly older face, and there was a slight glimmer of water in her eyes.

The unstoppable passage of life is unfolding in front of Su Mingan and hundreds of millions of viewers. This is aging that cannot be stopped by human power, and it is a solemn process of life silently ending.

At the last moment of his life, Naraku saw that the person in front of him finally moved slightly, and his overly calm face finally changed slightly.

When she was young, she wrote sad poems like her peers.

She said that if one day she was about to leave, she hoped that her name would leave a mark in people's hearts, like a mark on the bones and a burning fire on the pyre.

She hoped that she didn't want any cremation or burial, she just hoped that someone could hold her tightly with all their strength and build a hot tombstone for her.

But obviously, this is just "poetry".

just like her,

It's just an "NP" who can't leave this world.

She hugged the flowers in her hands tightly.

The warm wind blew her long hair, which was gradually turning pale, and her young and beautiful face, which was originally as red as a rose blooming in the fire, gradually showed the marks of time.

The young lady who was once young and energetic, as bright as the wind, suddenly smiled.

"I won't follow you to that cloud city."

Facing the blue and distant sky and the peaceful and tranquil Praia, she smiled softly.

"You must..." she said, "Always remember this lady, forever."

next moment,

The paleness completely dyed her hair, she closed her eyes and instantly melted into the light wind.

"Su Mingan."

"You have to remember..." Her eyelashes trembled: "...my name is Naraku."

…

The bright red color disappeared.

…

[You guy, let me tell you that I will no longer be stupid and I will no longer love you!]

[You have to remember, there will never be another woman in this world who loves you as much as I do!]

【Just spend this life regretting it!】

…

[Do you like it? Do you want me to give it to you? But my mother said that this thing will become my dowry, it is very precious...]

[Rin, look, look, do I look good now? 】

[What are you going to do? Take me with you. Since you restored my youth and beauty, I can give you a chance.]

[I think even if I become so old and deaf, I still won’t be able to hear your name clearly.]

[Then, you must take me to that city on the clouds. That has been my adventurer’s natural fantasy since I was a child! I am the young lady of the Mir family! 】

…

【What's wrong with your legs?】

【Yeah, ah. Anyway, it’s not easy to walk. I’m tired.】

…

[Nara, turning other people's memories into your own tombstone is the most meaningless behavior. 】

【But, she just... wants to go home.】

…

【Give it to you.】

…

【I can't remember my name.】

【But I remember you.】

…

【Take me...home, okay?】

…

…

Warm wind passes over this land, and time passes.

At noon, a small stone monument was erected on the hillside in the central area of ​​Praia.

Duoya collapsed and collapsed on the stone tablet, with tears streaming down her face.

Beside her stood a group of soul hunters dressed in black, among them was a young man who had just fallen in love with Naraku in the past few days and planned to confess his love.

They closed their eyes and lowered their heads, as if they were performing an ordinary farewell ceremony.

In this land, the handover of life and death is normal.

However, the deceased this time was a little special.

She passed away at an inappropriate age and in a completely deviant way.

Su Mingan took a carving knife and carved the poem on Naluo's paper onto her tombstone.

The crooked wooden sculpture of a young man fell beside him, the small stone tablet was surrounded by flowers, and there was a strand of white hair that had not been picked up on the ground.

Su Ming'an's hands were not steady and he was not good at carving things on stones, but with the help of Ming State, he used great strength to carve the small characters on little by little.

He carved with great care, as if he were completing a work of art.

After he finished carving, he put down the carving knife and wiped the dust on the stone tablet with a cloth.

Buried under this stone tablet is actually just a strand of Naraku's white hair.

Her body will be put on a merchant ship in Praia and returned to her hometown with the caravan to fulfill her long-held wish.

...She always wanted to go home.
To be continued...