Chapter 1636: 707 Extra Three Only Lovesickness Cannot be Cured _2 Chapter 1636: 707 Extra Three Only Lovesickness Cannot be Cured _2 But what moved people more, was his loyalty to his feelings.

Legend has it, he found his lifelong love in his adolescence.

Young love is always passionate and impulsive, fiery like a blaze.

Later, that girl eternally stayed eighteen years old.

And his heart remained in that year as well.

He never spoke about his first love in public.

His eyes were always calm yet they always betrayed a kind of silent sorrow.

His songs too could never escape this inescapable melancholy.

Many years passed in a flash.

His name transformed into an immortal legend, his passion became a story that later generations would enjoy recounting.

He was known as Anton Cook.

He spent a lifetime in remembrance.

In his eighty-eighth year, unusually healthy for his age, perhaps sensing that his time was coming, he donated all his property and made arrangements for his affairs.

He told his close niece, who was attending his death, to cremate him after his death.

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His ashes would be scattered within Whitehead Mountain, no monument or tomb to be built.

He came into this worldly life with nothing, he saw fame and wealth as mere illusions.

Although this life had regrets, he was content.

He wanted to leave this world cleanly.

Staring into the void, he remembered scenes from his youth and a hint of a gentle smile spread across his cloudy eyes.

His hand appeared to grab at the air, as if tracing the lines of a young girl’s face.

You remained eternally at eighteen, but I have grown old…

Finding solace in a shrine that seems so cold and lonely…

Do you feel cold?

Do you feel pain?

Or even…

occasionally remember me?

You have a compassionate heart that fulfills everyone’s wishes, but can you fulfil my little wish?

Throughout my life, I haven’t committed any evil deeds, I have always set animals free, remained vegetarian, I’ve used my fame and profit to help countless people in suffering, I only wish for the divine beings to see this, it is enough.

If there is a future…

In the gradually fading sea of emptiness, he saw the golden Buddha statue that he had seen at the age of thirty.

Those compassionate eyes, from then on, haunted him like a nightmare.

Finally…

he let out a long sigh.

Shut his eyes.

A tear trickled down his cheek.

Sheila Cook’s mournful cry echoed in his ears, gradually separating from his consciousness.

He stumbled through the bleak void, until he heard a voice in front of him.

Before him was a large river, crimson currents gushing and churning.

Amid the surging waves, skeletal beasts struggled in pain, unable to break free.

Without a doubt, this was an image of chilling horror.

But he wasn’t scared, he calmly walked towards the white jade bridge.

Demonic skeletons from the river crawled up onto the jade bridge, trying to grab his feet.

Yet before they could even come close, it was as if they were burned, retracted their hands in fear, and fell back into the River of Oblivion.

“Mortal affections and obsessions are void after death, drink the Meng Po Soup, and be a free man in your next life.”
On the bridgehead, an old granny, her hair white as snow, stirred the fresh soup in a large pot, her calm voice echoing along the riverbank of the River of Oblivion.

Mandy Hill passed him a bowl of soup, “Drink up, drinking it will erase the joys, sorrows, and passions of this life, then you can go and reincarnate.”
He accepted the soup bowl, but didn’t drink it.

“I don’t want to forget.”
Mandy Hill was surprised and looked up.

Every soul that came here had lost its spirit and was as dazed as a fool.

However, he was different.

He had a full face, calm eyes, and a composed demeanor.

He resolutely said, “I don’t want to forget.”
This was the first time Mandy Hill had encountered such a peculiar person, she couldn’t help but look at him puzzled.

Gradually, her eyes widened, all the wrinkles on her dry face which resembled tree bark, came together, trembling intensely.

“So you are that person.”
He was confused, “What, what?”
Mandy Hill smiled again, “Nothing, a very long time ago, a woman came here and promised to give me a tear.”
“So, did she?”
“I’ve been waiting for a very long time, until now, I finally got it.”
He asked confused: “Is her tear valuable?”
“Of course, it’s a tear from the Buddhist Woman, the world’s holiest elixir.”
He frowned: “Buddhist Woman?”
Mandy Hill looked at him with gentle eyes, “In your life, your fixation is too deep.

If you weren’t protected by your good deeds, you might have lost your life.

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Everything has its cause and effect.”
Mandy Hill took the soup bowl from his hand, returned the soup to the pot, and slowly stirred it with a skeleton spoon.

“If you don’t need this bowl of soup, then don’t waste it.”