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"There is death, and there is rebirth."
"Just like going to sleep, close your eyes, open them... we'll forget some things. Embarking with brand-new memories. A hundred years and another hundred years, time and time again born anew," Gu Shen spoke calmly, "I need to clarify here, these aren't my words... they're from the priests of Southern Continent. As for myself, I've always been firmly..."
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He had wanted to say atheism.
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But those three words were swallowed back by Gu Shen.
"Well... maybe those priests have a sliver of reason..." he sighed gently.
After the funeral.
The already modest rain became even lighter.
The human presence on the barren hill gradually thinned out, with Zhao Qi still kneeling before the wooden stele, and others leaving one after another.
Someone gently tapped Gu Shen on the shoulder from behind.