"She's not dead." The voice softened, and he stated slowly but with great certainty.

It was very strange that this somewhat unfamiliar yet familiar voice did not mention who that "she" was, but he immediately knew who "she" represented.

"Really...?" Ye Shu raised a bit of spirit and asked in his heart full of hope.

"Well, she's not dead, she's waiting for us to save her." The voice sounded faintly again, but with an indomitable determination.

Ye Shu effortlessly got up from the flower bed.

Even if reason tells him that this voice should not be believed, it is undeniable that this voice has rekindled hope for him.

Even if it's fake, he's going to save her.

if...if...if...

What if it was true?

He subconsciously was a little panic-stricken, as if he had secretly confirmed the truth of this sentence, even if he had not had time to verify it.

He felt that the words of this voice could be trusted.

A voice in his heart told him so.

"Who are you...?" Ye Shu asked cautiously.

Although he wasn't afraid of him, Ye Shu was a little nervous. If this voice was just his imagination...

"Ah."

The voice chuckled, and Qingyue's voice was exceptionally clear and pleasant, gradually overlapping with his own voice, but there was an obvious difference.

Compared with the clarity that he used to have no troubles and was too clean, what this sound ray conveys is the clarity after the vicissitudes of life.

It is to see the desolation of the world, the red dust rolling in, still being left alone and independent, gathering all the lead and splendor, and the clarity that does not stain the fine dust.

"I'm not your fantasy, my name is..."

The voice sounded again, burning Ye Shu's already cool hope.

"Shen Yeshu."

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When Xing Yun woke up in a daze, the tingling pain from her consciousness told her that her spiritual power had been declared exhausted.

The rest of it was barely a trace of spiritual power, trying to keep her spirit alive.

Not too bad either...

At least before being refined into Nuwa's stone, she saved people and saw the mother of Nuwa, who was in her heart.

It's just a pity that she may not have the chance to see Ye Shu again, and her father Fuxi...

"Huh?" In the process of looking for the stone, Nuwa saw a very strange scene when she passed a small stream.

Now the rivers between heaven and earth have been polluted and turned into dark rivers, but this small stream is exceptionally clear, surrounded by auras, and the nearby creatures and humans are more or less healed by this spiritual energy.

In the dark and terrifying world, this creek is like a fairyland.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no fluctuation of spiritual power around, Nuwa would have to focus on protecting the creek and not move the slightest bit here for the time being.

Simply releasing spiritual energy for treatment cannot achieve this level, that is to say, who has sacrificed a lot of their spiritual energy, or the kind of forced spillage, to save this stream.

After hesitating for a moment, she picked up the unremarkable little stone.

This little rock looks familiar.

It was a small stone with the same shape as Xing Yun when it first met.

But it's not quite the same.

Because the rhythm at that time was more clear.

This little rock is very cloudy.

More like ordinary stone.

But Nu Wa felt a slightest trace of spiritual power fluctuations in it.

In an instant, it disappeared again.