As for the price, Zhang Ming could not perceive any so-called "price."
His conversations with Gourd were actually pleasant and relaxing.
It was very intelligent. Things it did not understand at first, it soon grasped, and it became increasingly humanlike.
It also learned more and more of Zhang Ming's memories.
Perhaps the only "price" was... trust!
Over a long time together, it was hard not to trust a mysterious being that could always maintain a positive outlook, always remain gentle, never get angry, and possess a little ability.
But trust-that price was far too high!
In the sternest of tones, Old Sheephead warned him, "Think about it. How did it appear? Think about its ultimate purpose! It's waiting for you to die!"
"Think about why you have so many symptoms of being Homeless! Those years or decades of companionship you speak of are merely an instant in a Demon God's eyes."
"Your trust is just someone else's toy!"
"It's only casting a long line to catch the biggest fish!"
"All right... I know that too." Zhang Ming actually wanted to crack a joke to comfort the irritable Old Sheephead.
But with his imagination so impoverished now, he really did not know what to say...
What else could he do?
Ask someone freezing to death to throw away their padded coat?
Ask someone with a crippled leg to throw away their only crutch?
Ask someone dying of thirst to refuse the clear spring before them?
Unless he wanted to die right now, he really... could not do it!
Old Sheephead naturally knew these words were useless. All it could do was sigh mournfully and fall silent.
And so, after the conversation ended, Zhang Ming stared blankly at the Space-Time Worm's enormous corpse-he finally understood why Old Sheephead had been so shocked