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Huanhuan jumped into the water so smoothly and abruptly that we were all wondering if she would spend the night by the side of the reservoir singing.

"Ai!" Hu Jun quickly got rid of my hand and ran towards the reservoir in a hurry.

I shook my head at her and pointed to the water for her to see.

It was already the second half of the night, and the air was slightly cold. The moonlight was not bad, shining on the surface of the water with a silvery white light.

After Huanhuan jumped into the water, the fish that were scattered all over the place sank back into the water. The surface of the water regained its previous calmness, not a single ripple could be seen.

"The water is rising." Grey Immortal suddenly took a glance, then said to Hu Guyue and me: "You two, watch this carefully, especially the water surface."

I didn't know what he meant by that, but held onto Hu Jun's hand and stared at the water.

Hu Guyue suddenly walked in front of me, her face filled with pain, but her eyes were still staring at the water surface.

I bent down and put my arm around his head. I knew his eyes were better, and he must have seen something bad.

The water level was still rising slowly, and then a small white light shone from the surface of the water. Countless pale human faces appeared on the surface of the water, flowing away into the distance.

Beneath the human faces, there were countless similarly pale corpses, as if they were floating in the air.

The reservoir seemed to be so big that it had no boundaries. When the water was about to overflow, it stopped growing. Corpses floated along the surface of the water towards the distance.

The sound of a low singing came from far away, as if it was ringing in his ears. He couldn't hear where it came from, and he couldn't hear the words clearly. It was like a song from an ancient village, but he could hear every note clearly.

Everyone were shocked by the scene before them. Hu Jun held my hand tightly and asked anxiously: "Where's Huanhuan?"

I shook my head and was about to say something, when I heard Hu Guyue cry out in surprise.

Following his eyes, he saw a corpse floating among the floating corpses. It looked like it was in pain.

"It's Brother Qi." Hu Guyue had seen his last photo before.

I don't know how this happened. Isn't he dead? He should have been in the Underworld for so long, right?

Just as he was thinking, a floating corpse suddenly stood up, dragging its long hair with it as it walked towards Brother Qi.

Yes, he was walking on the surface of the water.

The floating corpse walked to Qi Ge's side and tried to pull him, but no matter what, it couldn't.

It was not easy to grab his hand, but Qi Ge pushed it away again and continued to splash in the water, screaming in pain.

Something fell with a thud in the water, and the floating body slowly turned and stood on the water, looking at us silently, not saying a word, its face wet with tears.

Crystal tears rolled down her face as they reflected the moonlight. Unlike the water that dripped from her body, they made a sound as they fell into the water.

Huanhuan swept the happiness of the day, the face of pain, quietly looked at us, and then turned back to pull Qi Ge.

He still did not let her pull him, and continued to struggle painfully in the water.

We were all stunned by the silent drama, but I think I understand what the Grey Immortal meant by "let us see it for ourselves".

There were some things that you couldn't understand if you told them. You had to see it with your own eyes and hear it with your own ears to know that there were things in this world that could surpass life and death, or that were greater than life and death.

The sky gradually turned pale and the water surface slowly sank. The song slowly became ethereal, the fog floated up, and Qi Ge's struggling figure slowly sank along with the water surface.

Huanhuan stepped on the water as she rushed upwards, causing the water on her body to flow towards the reservoir, falling into it without a sound.

When she landed on the shore, there were only water droplets on her body from time to time. She didn't look at us, but sadly glanced at the surface of the water before walking into the forest.

"Sigh, it's not worth it." Grey Immortal sighed and shook his head at me. "Why do you think these kids can't bear to think about it?"

I didn't know the exact reason, but I could roughly guess, but it was already beyond my imagination.

Everyone turned silent, Hu Jun's husband hugged Hu Jun and smiled at her, full of regret.

We sat where we had been, motionless, watching the mist dissipate, the sun peeking out little by little, the water glowing with a golden light. It was yet another beautiful day.

We had breakfast at the farmhouse by the reservoir, and when we packed our things and went back, there was not a single fish on the fishing rods.

On the way back, Grey Immortal asked me what would happen to me if Liu Kunsheng let me down.

He had always avoided Liu Kunsheng's matters whenever he could, so the reason for him asking this today was probably because of the incident last night.

"That guy called Qi Ge is going to drown in the water for two lifetimes. "In that life of his, there was also the life of Huanhuan." Seeing that I did not answer, Grey Immortal sighed: "We mice are still the best, you guys want to think too much."

I smiled lightly, feeling a little dull pain in my heart. Maybe I was overthinking things.

Actually, I knew that Huan Huan had died when she jumped into the water and the fish were cheering.

Those were not fish at all, but water ghosts.

The day Huanhuan came to fish with Brother Qi, the young people probably caught the fish in the middle of the night. The day Huanhuan came to fish with Brother Qi, the young people probably caught the fish in the middle of the night.

Huanhuan followed and jumped down as well. Brother Qi didn't want her to die, so he gave her the water he had on him.

The water was what allowed Huanhuan, who was clearly dead, to live like a normal person.

Grey Immortal said that it was the Yellow Springs. Take away the ghost, and the Yellow Springs cannot be compared to the River of Forgetfulness, and can only be carried, not extinguished.

When the water ghost fell into the water, the ghost would also bring water. Those water were the water of the Yellow Springs. The water ghost would not disappear until it reached the netherworld.

However, in order to prevent Huanhuan's soul from leaving her body, Brother Qi still gave her the River Styx Water from his body. Perhaps he did not know what that water was, but he instinctively wanted to save Huanhuan.

Therefore, he had to endure another two lives of death. Every day, when the water ghost returned to Yin, he would suffer the pain of being drowned once more, and only when his lifespan ran out would he exhaust Huanhuan's lifespan.

I have never experienced the pain of death before, but I know the pain of watching someone else cut my flesh apart in my dreams. I feel extreme despair and panic, and I want to grab onto something that can save me.

Those who fell into the water could even grab onto the straw to save their lives, but Brother Qi could knock off Huanhuan time and time again to pull his hand.

What sort of emotions were they that caused him to no longer be afraid of death?

He had already been dead for over a month. He wondered how much longer Huanhuan's lifespan would be left and whether he would change it in the future.

Grey Immortal had said that as long as he was pulled up by Huanhuan, the water would fall onto him.

The two of them had originally died together, but because Brother Qi had protected Huanhuan's body, only one of them could survive. The other wanted to die together.

When we returned to Hu Jun's parents' home, it was already noon. When we went to Brother Qi's house to return the fishing tackle, we saw Grandma Huanhuan's happy expression and her tears that were dripping down her face.

When Hu Jun called her "Aunt", Granny Huanhuan immediately let go of Huanhuan and took the fishing tackle from Hu Jun, her face full of joy.

When she saw that I had looked at her, she caressed her hair in an indifferent manner and naturally pulled off her hair before opening her palm to let the water drip down.

She was also able to see this water. Yesterday, she always knew that we could see it too, but she always pretended that she couldn't see it. She still wore beautiful clothes and carried her bag as she followed her so-called Brother Qi out.

"Huanhuan is pregnant. It's been two months." Grandma Huanhuan was ecstatic, she pulled Hu Jun's hand and said, "I knew that Brother Qi wouldn't — wouldn't —"

At the end, the old man sobbed again.

Huanhuan turned around and hugged her, then said to me, "Sorry, I didn't know when Brother Qi died, I only understood after I found out."

"It's good that the two of them will die together, but if we can give birth to Brother Qi's child, I think Brother Qi would like to see the child grow up with the same appearance as him." Huanhuan also continued to cry as she looked at me in pain.

I nodded and pulled Hu Jun out.

When I reached the entrance of the hall, Huanhuan's eyes were still fixed on me as she smiled.

However, her smile was not as warm as it used to be. It carried a trace of pride that caused people to feel cold.

When we left, Grandma Huanhuan still gave us 100 grains of rice and eggs, as well as dried fish and a fat duck that we cooked at home. I rejected her offer, but she stuffed it back to me with all her might, saying that she looked down on her if she didn't accept it.

I then accepted it. Huan Huan stood on the balcony on the second floor as she watched us leave. Her hands were happily rubbing her stomach.

I don't know under what circumstances Huanhuan was saved by Brother Qi, but since she knew that she was pregnant with Brother Qi's child, why did she still go to the reservoir every night to pull him?

Didn't they say that having two children was better? Wan Yunji pulled her up, and she and the child in her womb --

And she told her mother-in-law she was pregnant after we found out what was going on, so I had to stop thinking about it.

I didn't dare to think too deeply about it. The depths of my heart were deeper than the river of forgetfulness.