Otherworldly Merchant

I don't know how long it took for me to wake up.

Without waiting for eyes to open, the first reaction was a headache, as if it was going to blow up.

I reached out and touched it, and found a big bag crashing out of my back of my head, almost quail egg size, killing me as soon as I touched it.

I sat up painfully, but as a result I woke up, I couldn't think of anything else, and turned to look around.

At first glance, I couldn't even move.

I was lying on a pile of bones, and I looked around and there were Sensen white bones, endless, I was afraid there were tens of thousands!

Those white bones pile up into a giant mountain hundred meters square, tens of meters high.

I sat alone on the bone mountain, more than a dozen meters from the other side, the white jade gate, but it was already closed.

I stared at this incredibly shocking picture, and I even had the illusion that I was one of them. Everything just now, even Wuhan's antique shop, Yin Xinyue, Li Mazi... it's all a dream, or something that happened in my last life.

“No!” I shook my head, trying to keep myself out of my head.

After a while, I finally came out of my hallucinations.

But what is this place? Where's the T-shirt guy?

We were rushed in by a wave of crude oil. Where is he? How's it going?

I was anxious to get up, but my feet fell deep into the white bone without knowing who it was, and I dropped another big heel.

It wasn't until I removed the bones that trapped my feet that I realized that my shoes had been burned, my pants, my clothes, they didn't break apart, my hair, my eyebrows burned.

The white bones beneath me were crushed a lot, and they were vengeful, and they cut a few big mouths on my back, and they weren't so deep.

After all these years of living, after all these dangers, this time it was a misery to be home.

“Hatsune, Hatsune!” I couldn't help bandaging the wound, screaming out loud, looking around.

However, the bone mountains were really too big, and a cadaver was stacked together in a very scattered pile, and it was amazing to look at it.

Most bones have been broken, sharp cuts have been spread all over the floor, and my shoes have been broken again, making it even more difficult to walk.

I climbed up on a bone mountain.

“Hatsune, Hatsune!” I fell and crashed up and down the mountain, climbing and shouting.

One accidentally, I rolled down the slope with a large white bone. Suddenly, it was found more than a dozen meters away under a pile of bones, revealing half a long sword, the eight-sided Chinese sword of the first year.

I hurried over and threw the top bone aside, not risking being broken into pieces.

Hold one hand tightly on the handle of the sword, but the hand is not the first one, but... but a pair of pitch-black arms.

My heart sinks so hard that I can dig faster.

The little arms were exposed and also pitch black, as the flesh was scorched black by the oil.

My hands trembled independently and I remembered violently that, at the moment that the wave of explosions hit us, the T-shirt man put out his last strenuous effort to get in front of me.

Is he gonna be all right?

My heart trembled so violently that my hands and feet all started to wake up.

The spine broke my hand, the blood flowed, I couldn't care less, I couldn't even feel the pain at all...

Finally, the familiar face of the T-shirt man was revealed in white bones.

His eyes were closed, he couldn't move, his mouth was covered in blood, but it was already dry and dark.

“Hatsune, Hatsune! Wake up!” I forgot to scream, but I couldn't cry.

While shouting, I threw out all the white bones that pressed him, and then lifted him up gently and placed him on a smoother pile of bones.

He grabbed the hand of the ancient sword and burned it from below his small arm, miserable.

He also had dark blood all over his back, filled with tiny holes - a poison needle left behind for me in the Mirror Shadow Labyrinth.

……

“Hatsune, Hatsune!” I shouted in his ear!

I remember I was in an extreme coma, and in that infinite darkness, I heard screams, and that's when I turned around.

“Junior, I don't want you to be in trouble. I want you to wake up! ”

Though I know that he, like several others in the Eight Famous Fame, tried to protect me as much as he could to keep me alive until the end. But I really don't want anyone else to die.

I shouted out, “Hatsumomo, didn't you promise me you'd take me to gather all the world's shadows? Aren't you going to watch me get stronger? ”

“Wake up! ”

I don't know if my cry really worked, or if the T-shirt man's vitality was stubborn. After a dozen minutes of shouting, his eyelids moved and his lips moved and he said something.

I hurried over to the ear.

“Jiulin, are you... are you okay?” His voice was weak, but I could hear it clearly.

Until then, the weakest, most helpless, even unconscious of his life - he still remembers me!

I wet my eyes violently: "Okay, I'm fine! Hatsukichi, wake up. ”

At this point, the T-shirt man seemed to hear my voice. He laughed with comfort and said softly, “That's good. ”