I Have a Golden Crow-Chapter 478 - 344 Disaster·Rebirth

Does one need to find time to persuade others?

Du Yu looked into Senior Brother Fu’s eyes and softly said, "Bai Lan?"

Fu Jianzhou felt a bit helpless. Since the last big quarrel, Bai Lan had played her flute less and spoke even less.

He did not believe that Du Yu could easily call her out.

Including just now, when Master Qing instructed him and West Xia’s Flute to be ready for this task to achieve miraculous effects.

Although Fu Jianzhou agreed wholeheartedly, he felt somewhat uneasy and was prepared to plead earnestly with West Xia’s Flute.

So...

"Long time no see." Suddenly, Fu Jianzhou only felt his lips move.

Although it was still his own voice, the tone was gentle and distinctly feminine.

Fu Jianzhou: "..."

"Yes, long time no see." Du Yu breathed a sigh of relief. As a Demon Tamer, he was not afraid of all living beings throwing tantrums, only that they would remain silent and distant.

As long as you are willing to speak, I, the king, can coax you!

"I heard you’re not happy lately?" Du Yu inquired.

"No, I’m fine." Bai Lan’s illusory face appeared on Fu Jianzhou’s face, which was supposed to be exquisite but was somewhat blurry.

It seemed that she didn’t want Du Yu to clearly see her expression.

Du Yu softly said, "Senior brother has already told me, you feel very lonely. Why don’t you come to find me to play, have you forgotten that you still have a friend?"

Bai Lan smiled, but the forced smile was equally blurry, which didn’t sit well with Du Yu.

She softly said, "You can’t help me, I will only add to your troubles."

"Hmm..." Du Yu pondered for a moment and said, "You don’t want to continue existing anymore?"

Hearing this, Fu Jianzhou’s heart tightened.

This was clearly a topic that shouldn’t be touched upon, or at least needed to be handled very cautiously and carefully.

And yet, Du Yu said it directly in front of Bai Lan?

Noticing Bai Lan’s silence, Du Yu spoke, "You were buried underground for hundreds of years.

Such dark and sunless times, you endured them all.

Now that you have finally seen the light of day again, why do you wish not to exist anymore?"

"Fu Jianzhou" suddenly raised her hand and rubbed Du Yu’s head, the gesture like comforting a confused young boy: "Don’t worry about me, I’m really fine."

She still didn’t want to discuss the matter.

From beginning to end, her words and actions were very gentle.

On the surface, Bai Lan seemed like a normal person, without any hint of a tendency towards self-annihilation.

But the problem is, Du Yu is a Demon Tamer, he doesn’t just see the surface.

When the Artifact Spirit’s hand pressed on Du Yu’s head, Du Yu’s Demon Soul allowed him to experience Bai Lan’s true emotions.

Heart like dead ashes.

No words could describe it more accurately.

Actually, Du Yu understood why Bai Lan could endure hundreds of years of darkness, struggling to piece together her shattered body, to see the light of day again.

It was nothing more than a persistence in her heart.

She had someone she wanted to find.

Even if there was just a sliver of possibility, it was enough.

Be it obsession or self-deception, when the shattered body reformed, and West Xia’s Flute reappeared in Great Xia, things had changed over the centuries to the tenth century.

The person she wished to find had long been buried in the dust of time.

Even Bai Lan herself had passed away long ago.

Such is the nature of most stories in the world.

They have a beginning, but no end.

Powerful as Bai Lan was, she couldn’t escape, and the woman in front of Du Yu was essentially an Artifact Spirit.

It’s just that the Spiritual Po of a powerful Spirit Master had infected the Artifact Spirit, and a strand of desire had merged with it, thus creating the current "Bai Lan."

Du Yu softly said, "Actually, both of us know in our hearts, you are not your original owner."

Fu Jianzhou was completely dumbfounded, what kind of outrageous statement was this?

Not only Fu Jianzhou, but even Bai Lan’s expression also turned rigid.

In such a state, her face instead became much clearer.

Du Yu: "You traveled through mountains and rivers with her, inherited her aspirations, inherited her name.

In the end, you mistook yourself for her.

In fact, you are West Xia’s Flute. You are a Spiritual Artifact, an Artifact Spirit, not truly her."

Bai Lan slowly raised her hand, her fingertips lightly touching Du Yu’s forehead.

"Pop!"

A not-too-hard, not-too-soft flick on the forehead, with Bai Lan’s face, seemed both reprimanding and angry.

In the distance, Yang Qingqing frowned slightly.

Sharp as she was, she could hear Du Yu’s words.

She had roughly pieced together the cause and effect.

Although Fu Jianzhou had conveyed a line or two through the Demon Soul, Du Yu mainly communicated verbally.

Yang Qingqing only now realized that the disciple with the surname Fu, who had promised her, did not share a strong bond with West Xia’s Flute.

She also understood that Du Yu was trying to eliminate hidden dangers, ensuring the task’s success.

But did he really have to use such intense words?

"What I mean is, you can have your own life too, and your own desire to exist." Du Yu cradled his forehead, his gaze very sincere.

He continued, "Your original owner conquered Great Xia yet was unable to fulfill her wishes. This is what you experienced together with her.

You inherited her dying wishes, endured countless sacrifices, and endured loneliness and hardship that ordinary people could not bear. That’s how you could see the light of day again.

You have already searched earnestly, and you have already given so much."

Bai Lan lowered her eyes, her emotions very complex.

Du Yu turned to face Bai Lan, extending both hands with palms up.

In his left palm, there was an ancient, scent-laden tower.

In his right palm, there was an old, weather-beaten bell.

Du Yu: "They too returned to the mortal world after hundreds of years for their original owner."

Bai Lan’s gaze fell on the Little Shadow Gu Tower, then glanced at the Little Mountain and Sea Bell.

Du Yu slightly raised his left hand: "The story that the Shadow Gu Tower wants to be sealed away should be revealed to the public, so that the world knows what its master Guo Yueyao has experienced in her lifetime.

For whom she struggles, deserving to be remembered in history."

Du Yu raised his right hand again: "The Mountain and Sea Bell longs for the descendants of the Yan Race, not knowing if they continue to thrive in the mountains.

For its master Yan Jiang, the Mountain and Sea Bell has reemerged. Without it, the Yan Family members that might exist among them will never have a way out of the Mountain and Sea."

Bai Lan spoke softly: "What do you want to say?"

Du Yu: "Like you, their purpose upon rebirth is all for the original master. That’s why you three can cross the long span of time and meet in this era."

Du Yu lowered his hands, and the Shadow Gu Tower and Mountain and Sea Bell quietly dissipated.

He looked into Bai Lan’s now solidified eyes: "You’ve done everything you could.

Whether you achieve your desires or pursue in vain, you should continue to move forward.

Trust me, if Bai Lan’s spirit resides in heaven, she would wish for you to live well and continue your life."

Bai Lan silently glanced at Du Yu, her ethereal outline gradually fading.

Du Yu grabbed Bai Lan’s wrist all at once: "Perhaps you should look at the people around you."

"Hmm?" Bai Lan’s figure flickered in and out.

Du Yu: "In the past few months, no matter how downcast your mood was, and no matter how much the sound of the flute made him despair...

Senior Brother Fu, has always been by your side.

Before you contemplate self-destruction, think of him."

Bai Lan’s facial features reemerged, gazing straight at Du Yu.

Du Yu: "This is the third time I’ve said it, for the original master, you’ve done all you can, with a clear conscience.

You should also have your own attachments, your own life. Senior Brother Fu, is a very good start."

Bai Lan pressed her lips together, quietly watching Du Yu.

Du Yu looked back at Bai Lan: "Don’t let him down."

The airplane was silent, only the sound of flight rumbling.

A person and an artifact spirit quietly watched each other, the scene somewhat peculiar.

Such a confrontation, seemed to last too long...

After an unknown amount of time, Bai Lan gradually raised her hand.

This time, it was not a flick to the forehead, but a gentle tap with an index finger on Du Yu’s forehead.

"Hoo~"

Bai Lan’s figure quietly disappeared.

Fu Jianzhou immediately lowered his finger, looking at Du Yu with a complex expression.

Du Yu patted Senior Brother Fu’s shoulder, softly: "After this mission, I’ll teach her another tune."

Fu Jianzhou nodded lightly: "Okay."

Du Yu got up and walked toward a distant seat, knowing that this master and artifact spirit needed some alone time.

"Thank you." Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

Du Yu paused his steps and looked back.

For the first time, he felt uncertain.

This word of thanks, he didn’t know if it was Senior Brother Fu who said it, or Bai Lan...

Du Yu casually found an empty seat and plopped down.

It’s time to bring out "Good Days"... Hmm, "Good Luck Comes" is also good.

In any case, let this master and artifact spirit be happy.

I truly hope this spiritual artifact turmoil passes, if Senior Brother Fu returns to normal, it would be beneficial to both him personally and the entire team.

"Ding ding~ ding~" 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

A clear bell sound suddenly rang out, Du Yu only felt that he lost control, sliding to the side while seated.

The military aircraft’s interior was all row seats; Du Yu slid unimpeded, directly reaching Master Qing’s side.

Du Yu regained control over his body and immediately turned to look at Immortal Master.

The woman elegantly crossed her legs, quietly praising: "You did well."

Du Yu’s comforting words were heartfelt and sincere.

The effect is unmentioned, but everyone would at least be willing to listen.

Du Yu: "Hmm... I hope it has some effect."

In Du Yu’s formerly weak days, Senior Brother Fu tirelessly accompanied him into many Bottomless Pits.

It’s no exaggeration to say that back then, Du Yu’s life was entrusted to Brother Fu.

Their relationship, naturally, needs no further elaboration.

Since Senior Brother sought help, Du Yu would naturally give his all.

During the long flight journey, Brother Li Jing also sent a lot of intelligence.

But until the plane reached Nanyue Province, flying over Jihua Village, the Demon Spirit Military Police still couldn’t establish contact with the white robe.

"This big?" Li Mengnan leaned against the small round window, jaw dropping as she looked outside.

In the view, a giant white robe was floating above the city, the scene extremely astonishing!

The white robe’s body covered the bustling city.

Yet faintly, an illusory outline spread all over, extending to the city streets below, as if forming a semi-transparent shield?

Du Yu also peered through the window to look down.

A huge alarm sound echoed the city, sounding alarming enough to make people’s hearts tremble.

The city streets were bustling, the collision scene strikingly terrifying, thick smoke and flames everywhere, all forming this disaster scene together.

Once an Ancient Spiritual Artifact appears in the bustling downtown, in a densely populated city, it is bound to cause a disaster!

"Click!"

The front cabin door opened, and two soldiers walked out: "Leaders, the plane can’t approach any closer, you can land here.

After landing, ground forces will contact you to assist with your work."

"Click!"

As the soldier spoke, the rear cabin door slowly opened, a gust of wind sweeping through.

Yang Qingqing glanced around at the disciples, confirmed there were no issues, and got up to walk toward the rear cabin door.

Lin Shiwei immediately summoned Bai Lu.

"Du Yu?" Li Mengnan hurriedly called.

Only to see Du Yu gripping Demon Soldier Orange Juice, already following Master Qing’s figure, jumping straight down...