Chapter 149: Last wish

This blow from Uncle Johnny may seem simple, but in reality, we have experienced so many hard battles before it, and this blow has made Uncle Johnny himself… The wind blew quietly, blowing on Uncle Johnny, who was many times older, and blowing a strand of his sparse white hair. He stood up shakily, and at this moment, he really looked like an old man over a hundred years old.

He walked towards Patel’s corpse, each step was so difficult, but he refused our help. Watching his staggering figure, this was the price of his blow.

In the sky, with Xiao Chengqian’s incantation, the purple light seemed to be entangled by some force and could no longer move. This should be the effect of the combination of the soul and the magic weapon left by the master. This is also our final goal. Through the magic weapon left by the master, we will recover the soul of Kunlun and then completely destroy it.

The four bonfires that had been lit to deal with the corpse gas were still burning fiercely, and the smoke rising from the bonfires was still slowly drifting into the sky. Huigen walked over to the side, lifted the blanket in one corner, and picked up the object under the blanket. It was the paper doll I had made the night before, and I walked over to Xiao Chengqian.

The paper man’s face was covered by a piece of cloth. Hui Gen’er placed it in front of Xiao Chengqian’s “Spirit-Summoning Banner,” then removed the cloth covering the paper man’s face and stepped back.

This was the last thing Uncle Johnny did to prevent us from being “confused” by the paper man. According to the plan, the final soul of Kunlun would be collected in the paper man, which would then be sealed inside automatically. Finally, Patel’s body would be burned, and the paper man would be completely destroyed under the thunder spell.

At this point, everything is truly over.

In the thin sunlight, the flickering firelight, Uncle Johnny walked up to Patel’s corpse. I saw him squat down and take something off Patel’s neck. I had been close to Patel’s corpse before, and it had an ordinary necklace around its neck, a golden chain, probably made of gold, but the pendant was an ordinary wooden carving of a flying eagle.

I didn’t pay much attention to that thing, because even to my sensitive eyes, it was just an ordinary necklace. The wooden carving had not decayed, but only because Patel himself was a zombie, so everything on his body had not decayed.

I don’t know what Uncle Johnny was going to do with that thing. He just moved toward us in small steps. He threw away the golden chain and only held the wooden eagle.

After the paper man was erected in front of the “Spirit-Summoning Banner,” the purple spirit was finally no longer bound and confused, but slowly drifted toward the paper man. Although the speed was slow, the result was irreversible. It would be absorbed into the paper man.

Uncle Johnny stood on the rock, looking at the purple color slowly moving in the sky. Then the fatigue on his face melted away, as if he could no longer walk, and he sat down in the same place, then waved at me.

I didn’t react at first, but when he waved at me again, I realized that he was indeed calling me over.

I quickly ran over, relieved and worried. I was relieved that Uncle Johnny hadn’t died from the blow, but worried that he looked so vain and old that he might leave at any time. I had to think of a way to get him to stay!

I knelt down next to Uncle Johnny. I didn’t know what he was going to do, but he looked at me with difficulty and said, “Bring me that flower.”

He was talking about the red wildflower that he had pulled off his shirt and placed in front of him before he started the ritual. A day had passed, and the flower had obviously withered a lot, but I knew that the flower had once carried the soul of Ziya and had an unusual significance for Uncle Johnny, so I quickly took it and handed it to Uncle Johnny without saying a word.

He took the wildflower with some difficulty, and a smile of relief appeared on his withered and aged face. He held the stem of the flower tightly, and the strength was not like that of an ordinary old man.

“Chengyi, I’m going to die.” Uncle Johnny’s voice was weak, and I had to lean over his ear to hear what he was saying clearly. But I didn’t expect that when Uncle Johnny opened his mouth, he would say this.

This made my heart suddenly sad as if it were being pricked by a needle. I had not spent much time with Uncle Johnny, just a few months, but I really regarded him as my elder and placed him in a very important position. Moreover, with some people, the time you spend with them is not a measure of the strength of your feelings… The scenes of our time together, from the initially dirty and violent old man, to the nobleman on the manor, and then the captain-like figure on the Penglai, the sad, alcoholic, fishing, and enigmatic man who always cared for and guided us, and the final scene was of him by my side under the moon, spreading a mat for me and covering me with a quilt… Up until now, he was so strong, and now he told me he was going to die.

I felt that I could not accept this result, and I said excitedly, “Uncle Johnny, don’t say anymore. You won’t die. Brother Chengxin is the best doctor. If that doesn’t work, I can ask Brother Chengqing to do it. I’ll lend you my life. I…” As I spoke, I became more and more excited, and my voice began to tremble.

But Uncle Johnny reached out his old hand and grabbed my arm, which I had been waving in excitement. His hand was so weak that it was even weaker than my own, and the palm of his hand was rough and dry like an old tree bark.

He shook his head slowly and said, “It’s useless. My life span is limited. Do you know that Li has borrowed my life for so many years, and I have never dared to relax my physical conditioning and exercise, because Li said that the human body and soul are also composed of yin and yang. A strong body and abundant blood are the foundation for the soul to grow stronger… All of this is to nourish my once-injured soul and make it stronger, so that it can be mobilized for this final blow! I have been waiting for a long time, saving up my strength for a long time. What I didn’t tell you is that the soul seed can be used at any time. The stronger the power of the soul seed, the greater the power of its explosion, and it can even summon the power of the gods and ancestors who have protected the son of the gods to destroy the soul of Pater.

I listened quietly, my lips trembling slightly. I had a bad answer in my heart, but I didn’t dare to guess.

Uncle Johnny smiled and pointed to his chest, “When I was young, I couldn’t kill it because I didn’t have enough power. It absorbed the demon’s soul and helped it block it, even though it wasn’t fused at the time… Later, I was injured, and then I waited until now. I have accumulated enough! I just mobilized that power, almost giving away all my vitality, and… soul power. Now I only have a thin soul left, and it’s waiting to be freed! Do you know that it’s almost broken here (Jonny pointed to his chest)? It’s really going to break. The overwhelming power was triggered by the seed hidden in my heart. My heart also withstood that power. If it weren’t for the cultivator’s physique, I wouldn’t have lasted this long. It’s going to break…”

After saying this, Uncle Johnny spat out a mouthful of blood, and the blood was mixed with unidentifiable fragments. I didn’t dare to imagine what it was, but tears were quickly building up in my eyes and were about to roll down.

The price of this blow is even greater than I imagined.

But I still hoped that Uncle Johnny was lying to me and that he wasn’t really going to die. I held Uncle Johnny’s somewhat cold hand, and, choking back my sobs, I whispered, “Didn’t you say that you wouldn’t do anything that would be bad for yourself?”

“Yes, what I’m doing is good for me, that is, to settle the grudges in my heart… Being good doesn’t necessarily mean that I have to live, does it? People have different pursuits in life.” Uncle Johnny’s voice had already weakened to the limit.

At this moment, the purple light was about to be absorbed into the paper doll. I supported him, and he leaned on my arm. He looked over there, his mouth curled up again, and then he said to me, “I’m so tired, Chengyi. I’ve only had one last wish to fulfill until now…”

His voice was getting weaker and weaker, and I had to lean close to his mouth to hear his small voice. I listened to his last wish word by word, and finally tears rolled down my cheeks and fell on Uncle Johnny’s face. Under the rock, the Johnny Dream was gently swaying in the breeze, gently floating up and down with the waves. The white flag fluttered slightly, and there were still a few words left by Uncle Johnny on it: Johnny Dream.

In the end, I was crying uncontrollably. In the blurred tears, the purple Kunlun soul was finally collected into the paper doll. Xiao Chengqian quickly pasted a soul-sealing talisman on the paper doll’s forehead for insurance.

Everyone noticed something was wrong and started to come over, and I, holding the old, skinny Mr. Johnny in my arms, distinctly felt his hand drop weakly at the moment the purple Kunlun soul was absorbed into the paper man, gently knocking against the rock, and holding a small, almost withered red flower in his hand.

Facing the crowd approaching, I was powerless, helpless and numbly shook my head, then said, “Uncle Johnny… he… has gone.”

The first to arrive, the impatient Cheng Zhen, stopped in his tracks and was the first to shed silent tears… The air of sadness spread over the large rock, so much so that a humming sound came from the horizon, and a black spot suddenly appeared, which we did not notice.