Chapter 1595

It was still up to Xia De and the witch to make the decision, and the brown-haired witch looked at the two cats lying together:

"We can't all keep watch, otherwise if we encounter enemies like the Cyclops fire demon on the third day, it will be very troublesome to fight."

"You keep watch, in this guise, if I really encounter danger at night, I won't be able to play much of a role."

Xia De judged very rationally, so the witch nodded and looked at the other two men:

"My maid Clara will rest tonight, you two stay and keep watch with me."

The bard and the old knight looked at each other, and the old knight said:

"My character's stamina is the worst, if I don't sleep tonight, I'm afraid it will delay more things on the third day."

The bard nodded in understanding:

"Then I will keep watch."

"Then I will draw the card this time."

Xia De the cat reached out his paw, but was stopped by the god:

"This is a story that must happen during the water journey, no need to choose an event."

The cat paw retracted to the soft cushion, and then pushed away Little Mia who was sticking to him again.

"The travelers made their judgment, and after dinner, the unicorn and the parrot stayed on the deck, while Old Horse, the loyal dog, and the traveler under the moon returned to the cabin. The night was deep, the surging tide was the only sound between heaven and earth, and in the distance of the water surface that could not be illuminated by any light, it seemed that something was waving at you. Fear, boundless fear swept over at this moment. That was the ultimate of darkness, that was the light and shadow representing the end. You all saw a trace of silver brilliance rising from the end of the distant water, and then, the massive silver moon, half-submerged under the water surface, appeared in your eyes."

"What?"

This familiar description made the cat Xia De had turned into stand up from the soft cushion at once. And at the same time, in the forest that was already incomparably cold, the temperature suddenly dropped to freezing point. And what was more serious than this was that the chill that seemed to be able to freeze the marrow was gradually pulling on everyone's soul. Except for Xia De and Little Mia, the other four people's faces stiffened, and they all trembled.

Above the deck of cards, the card turned over automatically, and then the silver moon half-submerged under the pitch-black water surface was displayed.

"Underworld Moon!"

Xia De said what they were seeing at this moment, and the witch, who was gritting her teeth against the erosion of the breath of death, also realized what Xia De had said:

"The fate that guides death in legend? So... we are sailing toward the end? Is this a journey of death?"

"No, I found the news about this boatman, his role is to accept the souls paid by people and lead people to where they want to go, only in a very low probability will he... oh, no, it is now!"

Clearly it was the very low probability now, Xia De looked at Little Mia worriedly, fortunately, the cat was emitting a soft warm yellow light to protect herself, just like in the "City of Eternal Night."

Xia De said:

"That bone-chilling cold awakened the three people in the cabin, and the traveler under the moon rushed out of the cabin first, and also saw that Underworld Moon."

After speaking, he looked at the god, and the god did not oppose his action this time:

"Yes, everyone came to the deck and saw the half-submerged moon. The knowledgeable traveler pointed out what this was, and you were horrified to find that perhaps the seven-day journey would end here."

"I want to..."

Xia De wanted to say that he wanted to communicate with the boatman, but the god shook his head, signaling not to be in a hurry:

"Having seen the moon that guides death, the thick fog that had originally dispersed on the water surface also gradually dissipated. You saw that countless transparent figures were calmly facing the moon, walking with your small boat on the water surface toward the final end."

In the god's description, the fog dissipated, but in reality, the thin mist in the forest invaded this small campsite. At the same time, translucent white phantoms appeared around the group sitting in a circle along with the thick fog.

"You each saw some familiar souls, and the travelers need to pass a judgment. If you cannot pass the judgment because of longing and emotion, then you will not be able to leave."

As the god's words fell, he and the tent disappeared into the fog. Everyone felt the ground shaking, and then realized that they had appeared on the boat, only the campfire still existed, guiding their souls not to step on the return journey of the dead.

This time, they did not turn into the characters corresponding to their card faces, and except for Xia De, everyone else was still in human form. Fortunately, the Underworld Moon did not really appear in the distance, and so far this was really just a story.

Although the god said the word "judgment," unlike the life gambling and dice story collections Xia De had experienced, this story was more real. The figures surrounding the boat gradually revealed different appearances in the eyes of the five people.

Xia De, who was being leaned against by Mia, also looked around. The location of "real death" did not have the concept of time and space, which meant that even if it was only the early Fifth Era, he could still see those souls who would only pass away in the future.

He was very curious about who he could see, and the face of the figure that gradually became clear before him, took off his hat and looked at him helplessly, was indeed that gentleman:

"Detective Sparrow Hamilton, I swear, at least this time, I didn't come to disturb you on purpose! This time it was an accident!"

Xia De promised hurriedly, then realized that speaking in cat form, Detective Sparrow might not be able to recognize him.

But the former detective did not show confusion; he pressed his hat against his translucent chest and nodded helplessly:

"I know, I know."

Although he stood still, because of the surging fog around him, his whole person looked flickering:

"I really don't know what you have been doing since I died... although I don't understand what the situation is, just say something to me, otherwise neither you nor I will be able to leave."

Xia De nodded, and then was rubbed by Mia again. It was because of this action that he had a flash of inspiration, widened his eyes and asked:

"Did you see Miss Mia Sang Gao De before you died? With your own eyes?"

"What? Oh, yes, of course."

Detective Sparrow said, putting his black silk top hat back on, the brim slightly pressed down, covering the upper half of his face.

"Then can you describe that lady to me?"

Xia De asked hurriedly, and Detective Sparrow's figure was fading more and more. The Outlander didn't miss this deceased "uncle" very much, and Detective Sparrow missed Xia De, who had disturbed him repeatedly, even less; the longing and bond between the two were very weak:

"Let me think about how to describe it: as warm as the sun, as gentle as the earth, as calm as the silver moon, as holy as the statue in the church."

As the voice fell, Detective Sparrow also disappeared in the fog. Xia De hurriedly wrote down the detective's description, feeling that this description was incomparably strange:

"Wait a minute, is this really a description of a human? Sparrow Hamilton is the ace agent of the Grey Gloves, his description should be very rigorous."

Thinking in his heart, he pushed Little Mia, who was leaning too close, with his paw again, and then went to check on the situation of others.

Xia De's side was indeed the fastest to end, and the second fastest was actually the bard. He was waving at the figure leaning on a cane in the distance, then wiped his tears and nodded slightly to Xia De.

The middle-aged man's face showed a vicissitudes expression:

"We always have to face death, life and death, this is the farthest distance."

Then the witch and the maid in the black dress, Clara, also finished saying goodbye to the departing souls, and they did not choose to stay because of their attachment to the dead.

But the last old knight was different. Under everyone's gaze, the fog that had deliberately avoided the deck of the small boat invaded the deck. As two souls whose specific appearances could not be seen by others walked to the deck and stood with the old knight, the fog also entangled the old knight.

He was not surprised, but let out a relieved laugh. He hugged the two souls, and after a long time, turned to look at the others apologetically:

"Sorry, I probably can't continue with you."

Saying such words here, everyone understood what it meant.

"Are you really sure? You know what this means."

The bard persuaded:

"I know you lost your wife and children, but the meaning of life is not just..."

But the old knight shook his head with a smile:

"I was originally planning to return to my hometown after years of war. Since my wife and daughter died long ago, I have no need to continue returning. I know life has more meaning, but I am too old, I can't walk anymore."

He took a step back and truly stood with the two souls:

"Now they are right beside me, I think it's time for me to leave too. This life, it really is tiring."

Xia De looked at him and said nothing; as long as it didn't harm others, he respected everyone's choice. The witch sighed lightly, and she only warned at the end:

"This is not as simple as leaving the journey, this means you are going to truly depart."

"I understand."

The old knight nodded lightly, then bowed to the position where the god originally existed:

"Thank you for giving me such an opportunity, allowing me to see them again. I have indeed found what I wanted on this journey. Thank you, praise the God of Journeys, may you protect us who are lost."

His two hands held the hands of the two figures respectively, nodded to everyone for the last time, and then walked off the boat with the two white shadows, walking along the pitch-black water surface toward the distance of the fog.

A trace of silver light truly appeared in the distance of the fog. Fortunately, before the Underworld Moon truly rose, the fog gradually dissipated, the light of the campfire shrouded the small campsite, and the god's figure appeared again.

No one spoke, because among the group sitting in a circle, the old knight's figure was no longer there. The bard beside him stared blankly at the empty soft cushion, sighed, and helplessly accepted the fact that his companion had disappeared.