Chapter 2158: Existence and Death

Under the afterglow of that sunset, the two people leaning their foreheads against each other, one was illusory and transparent, and the other seemed to be bathed in the sun and emitting soft light. Miss Maxim was stunned for a moment, and Professor Evans looked at this scene with relief.

This scene was dreamy and moving, but Miss Theresa's mouth twitched a few times, trying her best to control herself from making a "tsk" sound. But even so, the maid and professor who had recovered from this scene were the first to pay attention to her expression.

This made the young witch even more unhappy.

Xia De and the illusory girl did not maintain this action for too long. When she took the initiative to let go of his hand, she turned around and looked at the sunset again. The illusory body seemed to be stained with the light representing divinity on Xia De's body. Her body was still transparent, but her eyes and hair seemed to be more solid.

Xia De also looked at the sunset with his hands behind his back:

"Live on, and then leave your footprints in this world bit by bit, seeing more and more stories. The question of 'who am I' cannot be figured out just by thinking. Every child doesn't know who they are when they are born, let alone their meaning, but as they grow up, they will eventually understand one day. It is meaningless to sigh at the sunset about your own emptiness. The ocean is so big, your voyage has just begun."

So there was another ray of floating light in the azure eyes facing the sunset. She pursed her lips but didn't look at Xia De again, but asked again:

"But, do I really have a future? I saw destruction, I saw disaster, I saw... that lightless ocean."

The voice fell, the brilliant sunset light around disappeared suddenly, and then the sound of roaring waves returned. The rain wet the people who were warmed by the sunset. Xia De, standing on the floating board, sighed before looking around. Miss Theresa was obviously a little unhappy, Professor Evans was quite interested in the scene just now, Miss Maxim bent down to take care of the campfire, and Miss Malone, whose hair was still black, looked at Xia De with a dazed expression:

"So, am I the Radiant Mess..."

"Don't jump to conclusions so quickly, we haven't found the answer yet."

Xia De shook his head lightly. The girl pursed her lips and approached him a step, but didn't know what to say.

So the two fell into silence, but their bodies were still maintaining the dancing movements, and they were dancing quite well. Professor Evans looked at the two young people in the crowd, and then suddenly asked Miss Theresa beside her:

"Schultz, do you like that man?"

"Yes, Professor."

The blonde witch admitted very frankly, so the old professor said with a smile:

"From my life experience, wanting to catch him is more difficult than catching a unicorn."

"But this is challenging, isn't it?"

Miss Theresa looked at Xia De's back with burning eyes:

"Especially, Aunt also... to him..."

Xia De of course didn't know the conversation between the witches, because the girl dancing with him had already looked at him with red eyes after the silence:

"Do you like making girls cry so much? Can this be considered a gentleman?"

"Then what is your answer? Are you willing to ask me for help? If you are willing, please speak."

Xia De asked, and the girl looked up at him, their hands tightly held together:

"Yes, I want to live, I want to live~ I want to live!"

The sound of strong wind and waves replaced the music of the dance again, and the light gathered toward the campfire suddenly. Everyone returned to the floating board again.

The "Miss Malone" with black hair restored, at this time, was hugged in Xia De's arms, but she looked even more confused and puzzled:

"I... what exactly am I?"

"Do you have the answer now?"

Xia De then asked the witches. Miss Theresa and Miss Maxim didn't speak. Only Professor Evans asked Xia De thoughtfully:

"One does not exist, one is close to death, neither of them has the ability to become a complete soul."

Xia De nodded with a smile:

"As expected of a professor at Zaras Academy of Literature, you guessed it right. I think this guess will be verified immediately."

He thought for a while:

"According to the experience of the previous three fishing sessions, everyone needs four times to succeed in fishing. Now the fishing for Miss Malone has been carried out twice. I think the next time is when the answer is revealed, and the fourth time is when we leave here. Miss Theresa, Miss Maxim, Professor, don't follow me to the illusion next time, adjust your state a little further away, I think we still have a battle to experience in the end."

The witches nodded, retreated to the center of the floating board with the campfire. In fact, after experiencing the two illusions that were almost equivalent to reality backtracking, they also had their own gains. Miss Malone grabbed Xia De's arm and wouldn't let go, so Xia De could only maintain this posture and throw the fishhook again.

A few dozen seconds later, the fishing line tightened. Miss Malone, who had not helped, finally pulled the things in the water with Xia De this time. At this time, the strength she showed had far exceeded the level of an "ordinary person."

Although the power in the water was amazing, what was fished up this time was just a rolled-up oil painting canvas. Xia De probably knew what this was, so when he picked up the heavy canvas after absorbing water, the light appeared around him again.

"So, is this the cabin of the Radiant Messenger?"

Compared to the open deck and banquet hall, this scene was obviously much smaller. But the interior decoration of the first-class cabin of the luxury cruise ship was indeed far beyond Xia De's imagination. The metal cabin side wall was covered with a layer of expensive wood as a cover, the red wool carpet covered the ground, and the furniture displayed around was shining in the bright gas lamp light.

Of course, he was not here to visit, so after looking around for a few times, he looked at the people in the room except himself.

The interior of the first-class cabin was a suite, and the current position was the bedroom inside the suite. The soft bed that could lie down four people was close to the wall, and the easel was placed next to the bed.

Xia De was standing behind the easel at this moment, with paint boards, various brushes and other painting tools beside him. Looking at the empty canvas, he looked up at the bed in front of him, but immediately lowered his head:

"This is really..."

The blue hair was covering the white skin, and Miss Malone was completely naked, lying on her side on the bed with a very difficult movement, showing her body to the "painter" behind the drawing board without any cover. The snow-white skin made Xia De think of a lamb for some reason, and the hair hanging down from the side face made her look extraordinarily charming.

Seeing Xia De lower his head, the girl also said with a smile:

"It's not said that you want to paint an oil painting, I'm already ready."

Her body was completely solid at this time.

Xia De, who lowered his head, was making eye contact with the cat poking its little head out from the buttons on his chest. The cat looked at Xia De for a while, and then retracted its little head. It couldn't help Xia De this time.

A light laugh came from his ear, Xia De knew that "she" was mocking himself. But even if he really sat down to complete this painting that was not originally for him to complete, he faced a big problem: the outsider would not paint oil paintings... He couldn't even draw stick figures.

Between the chaotic thoughts, Xia De's head was not completely occupied by the "lamb." He knew that the things happening now existed in Miss Malone's memory. This should be the "stolen" first-class cabin. After they finished painting here, they should go to various places on the ship to date.

Thinking of this, Xia De suddenly looked at the blank canvas and understood the meaning of this scene at this moment.

"Hurry up, it's very tiring to maintain this movement."

The girl with blue hair was still urging, Xia De had no choice but to sit down behind the drawing board, and then picked up a paintbrush at random. He didn't know how to choose paints at all, but unexpectedly, after picking up the pen, his arm moved by itself.

He could completely control his "out-of-control" right arm to let it not paint, but Xia De didn't do so. After watching the paintbrush leave the first trace on the canvas, he felt relieved and started chatting with the girl on the bed:

"Speaking of which, which part of yourself are you most satisfied with?"

This sounded quite indecent, but Xia De knew this had to be asked.

And the girl with blue long hair also said with a smile:

"Of course it's the bridge. When I was designed, the architects specifically considered the position and height of the bridge. I dare say, in our era, there is no bridge more beautiful than mine."

Her tone was quite proud and proud, and Xia De also nodded, trying his best to control his eyes to look at the canvas, instead of looking over the canvas to observe that pair of bridges.

"Besides that?"

"That's for sure, but I am more satisfied with the coating. Look, even under this yellow gas lamp light, my coating can shine. On the sea surface with good weather, when the sun

He gazed into those deep blue eyes, and the latter actually felt a sense of timidity because of his stare:

"Only when you step onto the Underworld Beach, walk upon the calm waters, and see that Underworld Moon guiding souls toward their final destination, are you qualified to say that you have truly died."

The heels of the ladies attending the ball tapped against the floor, emitting a rhythmic sound in unison. Miss Malong was currently dancing only by instinct as Xia De led her, her thoughts already drifting to a very distant place. She did not doubt the words of the man dancing with her; in his eyes, she truly saw that indifference which represented death:

"So, am I neither a living person nor a dead one?"

She pursed her red lips, and was spun around once by Xia De, who held her waist:

"I am even more pitiful than I imagined."