《Skeleton Swordsman》 Bone Pen Skeleton Swordsman (Chapter 1) Today marks the 33rd day after his abduction and the fifth day he has been without food or water. It has been five days since he did not hear any voice. He did not know if his family had paid a ransom for him, but it was now certain that his captives had been abandoned him. He heard the sound of the waves. Must be near a seashore. Even without windows, he can smell the saltwater of the sea. Hunger¡­. When saline air is inhaled through the nose, it is as hot as fire. His bruised hands continued to dig into the wall. There was a loose rock on the wall. He discovered the secret from the first day he was imprisoned here. He still hasn¡¯t succeeded in removing it out of this obsolete side. But this is his last ray of hope. He must be able to get rid of this stone before losing all his strength. His fate is not this bad. At least he was not beaten to death. Although he was quietly encouraged himself, he sometimes heard loud laughter in his mind. Faces mocking him¡­. ¡­¡­ He was not the heir to a large family-owned business. Is his choice to become a third-class comic artist? "This is the last issue. The main problem is poor sales." "You have no qualifications" "I have no son" He noticed that he was suffering from severe hallucinations. He shouted with a cracking voice and pushed hard with both hands. The rock, which was still shaking but still stuck to the wall, could no longer stand. "boom¡­" After the sound of falling on one side, a basin-sized hole appeared on the wall. The excitement in his heart refreshed his mind. But on the other side of the wall, he can see the same sleek darkness. His mind sank as he smelled more polluted air. Another cell¡­ Eventually, all hope was dashed; He fell to his knees. His jaw rested on the hole¡­. Silent as Death. As his soul was about to collapse, he saw a faint blue light. There was no temperature like his dying soul. A faint glow returned to the blurred eyes. Despair is death before the actual death. No. He took a deep breath and tried to jump out of the hole in the wall. Rough plaster scratched all over his body. It does not matter. At the very least, the pain makes him feel alive. It fell uncontrollably through the hole in the wall and onto the floor of another room. Boom¡­ It hurts¡­. He rolled over and fell again to the ground. He breathed a sigh of relief and regained consciousness. He slowly approached the blue light from one corner of the room. A corpse lying Overturned. The corpse had fallen to the ground, and the brown robe seemed to have decayed for a long time. His left hand was pressed under him by his own body. His right hand is straight and he is holding a dirty white pen about three inches long. The blue light came from the tip of the pen. The light was dim, but it was clear that the pen was carved with bones. What is so important that one can hold on to death? He tried to pull the bone pen out of the deceased¡¯s hand, but with just a slight pull, he brought down the entire arm, included one arm from the base of the neck to the other. Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.not because it was too rotten, it seems to have been cut with something like a sharp knife or axe. Trembling hands were searching for the brown-clad corpse. I don''t know how long he died. Will my destiny go the same way¡­? He removed the fingers of the corpse and finally removed the pen. The bone pen is more than three inches long, smooth as jade, and masterfully carved. It is engraved with simple and neat symbols. He does not know the meaning of these symbols. This pen seems to mean more than just beauty. Surprisingly, the light seemed to be stronger than before when the bone pen was held. How bright will it be to save you from death? Look at this room¡­ There are no windows. There is no air inlet. There were not even doors on the smooth walls. It is more like a tomb than a secret room. Waite, is that so, where does this person come from? The white bone explored the surroundings with light. He found an unfinished picture on a wall¡­. A door¡­ A half-finished hand-painted door on a stone wall. There is also a two-line poem written next to it. ¡®Rain and thunder raise from the ground, The bone mountain will be found.¡¯ I glanced at the corpse on the floor and thought of the figure that had fallen to its death. That man apparently wanted to finish painting before he died. The corpse''s grief spread to him out of compassion. A door to get out of here¡­. All it takes is a door, beautiful or rough. The pen teeth become brighter. This may be a distraction. He too will soon die. It is the same. There was nothing that he could do about it. He can do nothing¡­. He bowed his head. Prepared to lie down next to him. At least his death is not alone. But as he stared at the brighter pen, his mind wandered. He immediately found out why. The wounds on his palm were still bleeding, and the pen was stained. The light from the tip of the pen became stronger. He realized that this was not a distraction. He gripped the bone pen tightly and continued to draw on the wall. The image of the entire door shines bright blue as soon as it is connected to the original lines. Chemical effects? He did not know. It could be something else. Whatever¡­he doesn¡¯t care at all. At least in the aftermath, he''s compensated for disturbing the peace of the sleeping man. He will fulfill the last wishes of the deceased. Forget the current situation. Forget the imminent death. He wrote the last painting of his life. Forget everything. Attention¡­and¡­ Done¡­ A door appears on the wall. The symbols on the bone pen are also rolled up on the door frame. Even in the eyes of a third-grade comic artist, this is not a perfect job. But with the light flowing along the blue lines, the image of a door came up vividly. It still needs something¡­ After thinking about it, he expertly wrote his signature on the bottom of the door frame. '' Qin Lang '' Qin Lang stretched out his right hand and stared at the bright blue door with his last delight. ¡®Even at a young age, I was reminded of the impending doom, and I begged a little. How nice it would be a real door¡­.¡¯ He put a little force on his hand. Unexpected things really happen. Click¡­ The door on the wall slid slightly inward along the lines. Qin Lang blinked and pushed hard. Kreen¡­ With a trembling sound, the door opened to one side. he does not know what is inside. If you choose between death and the unknown, everyone will choose just like Qin Lang. Did God close one door and open another? He crossed the door and walked to the other side. The door closed behind him as he walked. There is no turning back. The light from the pen was gone, so he moved on even in the dark. The environment was initially able to walk straight but gradually narrowed. Soon he bent down and finally crawling. Luckily, he could see a faint light in front of him. Qin Lang is crawling with all his might. The desire to survive makes him forgets hunger, thirst, and pain. The closer you get to the exit, the cooler the air. Suddenly he heard a voice in his ear. Suona¡­ Who is blowing suona on a small island in the ocean? ¡­¡­ "Life is a fantasy. I did not expect death. The older brother had gone first¡­" Finally, he crawled out of a narrow tunnel. It is raining hard outside. He was at the foot of a mountain about 50 meters away. He saw the funeral procession in the rain. Walking in the forefront is the band, they played traditional funeral songs. In the back row, there seem to be relatives; Three men in traditional robes followed. Behind them were two large red coffins carried by eight big men. The red coffins are especially prominent when it is raining heavily. More than 50 people attended the funeral procession. Three men dressed in traditional costumes spread gold and silver papers and sang funeral songs. "¡­ Brothers and sisters have gathered today. We will take our elder brother to green jade Mountain¡­" Qin Lang opened his mouth to ask for help and then calmed down. Because he was superstitious since young, he just considered this was a bad omen. It is raining heavily and the wind is blowing hard. Gold and silver papers were blown away by strong winds. A handful of banknotes fell into the pit where Qin Lang was hiding. Raindrops of paper came to his eyes. Qin Lang raised his hand and removed the wet paper. grate¡­grate He was surprised to find that it felt as smooth as a rock without touching the skin. He raised his hand in front of him and stretched it out. At that moment, the sight of light and the lightning flashed around him, and he almost screamed in terror. Or did he scream? He did not know. He looked around. There is no one but him. With trembling, he raised his hand again. It was as if his whole heart was being rubbed with thick hair. His hand raised in front of his eyes was just white bone without skin and flesh¡­ ----- ----- ----- ----- ----- ----- ----- ----- ---- Chapter 2: Red dress and embroidered shoes Chapter 2 Qin Lang raised both hands and looked up. Both white bones were found trembling on both hands. These are definitely his hands. He shouted in horror. But no sound. Gold and silver papers were still mixed with rain and were still falling onto the red mud in front of him. The funeral procession passed by in front of him. The sound of raining, whistling, and wailing came at the same time. But for now, Qin Lang is paralyzed. Only one question echoed in his mind. Am I dead? If not, how do I become a skeleton? That door must have changed me. Bang¡­Bang¡­Bang The dull knocking sound brought Qin Lang back to consciousness. That sound came from the second red coffin. It is one of the two coffins that will be buried together. Husband and wife? Qin Lang held his breath. He did not know if he was actually breathing or not. His gaze was on the two coffins that passed in front of him. He can hear the sound clearly. The sound of a struggle in the coffin. Will you bury it alive? Martyred? Terrible thoughts popped into his mind. Then he noticed that people in weeping white traditional costumes were carrying swords. Most of them have cruel faces. Bad guys¡­. Bad guys like the bandits who kidnapped him. He is quietly hiding in the Cave. He dare not speak out. If he walked along with this skeleton, the other people would surely beat him to death. He was confused. He does not know if he is dead or alive. About 20 meters in front of him, two burial pits had been dug. The man with the yellow face leading from the front said. "Brother, go well." I also added that witch to accompany my older brother. ¡± The burial is alive and well. There is a living person in that second coffin. When Era was this inhumane act left? Bad guys¡­. No¡­ Call the police. Qin Lang was shocked by the tragedy in front of him. But when he saw his hands again, he became depressed. Waite¡­I am now is a skeleton¡­ What can I do? When the lightning flashed and the thunder rolled down, he pretended to cover his ears. With only a bald skull, he could feel only two holes instead of the ear. He has no ears. He became very sad. The rain suddenly became heavier. The funeral procession was a mess. The man with the yellow face hurriedly lowered the two coffins. He directed two of his disciples to bury it, and he took the others and went back into the air. After the funeral procession returned, only two men were left with shovels. With a long, thin man moaned "Brother, if there is a job, whey we are the only ones" "I think we are new people now," said the fat man. ¡°Because I just committed murder," he said. ¡°I don''t care about black wind village either. " " If others hear you, you will still be arrested¡± "You are scared of being fat¡­ In the middle of the night, who will be in this graveyard? ¡± "Brother¡­Let''s get back to work quickly without arguing." Qin Lang has no ears, but he can definitely hear them talking. According to the two men, they seemed to be bandits. Whatever, these people are not good. This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. Bang¡­Bang The sound of a struggle in the grave is heartbreaking at a time like this. The tall bandit shoveled the clay into the coffin. "It would be a pity to bury the girl like this," said the fat bandit with a sigh. His words stopped the activities of the tall bandit. He dropped the shovel and asked in a low voice. "How long have you been out of touch with a woman?" The man swallowed. He understood what he meant. But he was not brave enough to do this. So shake his head and "Don''t think about it, brother." "Let us get the job done quickly." "Hey, we''ve been away from our wife for about three months. The situation is good now. No one knows. It''s a pity to bury a juicy beauty like this. ¡± "But it''s a witch¡­brother¡­ who killed our leader¡­ and now sacrificed for his soul." "The leader was assassinated. He is now dead. The beauty next to him is still alive. He could not be enjoyed anymore. We made fun of him. " "But" "We''ll have for an hour at most, and then we''ll bury her." Who knows? ¡± The fat guy finally became emotional. The two of them jumped into the pit. Qin Lang was extremely disgusted when he heard the conversation between the two men. Both are vicious bandits. They have no sympathy for the girl who will be buried alive. These people are good to die. The man shuddered when he saw the yellow mantra paper on the coffin. When the wind blows, the yellow papers were like vibrate with invisible hands. He whispered "These are coffin mantras," he said ¡°Will it be troublesome if you tear it off? ¡± When a flash of lightning flashed, the man shuddered in fear. He looked up at the night sky and panicked. ¡°What are you afraid of? This is not a corpse. There is nothing to be afraid of, even a corpse. They are talking about ghosts. "I''ve never seen one. Try to be a man." As the tall man spoke, he had torn the yellow paper on the coffin. The fat one also came in and took part. The two of them grabbed the coffin from the corner and lifted it. Is it because she knows their intentions? The movement in the coffin stopped. Two men are trying to open the coffin above the ground. It is now raining heavily. The sound of trying to open the coffin was like the barking of hungry foxes. Qin Lang cursed at the two men and looked for something that could be used as a weapon around them. In his hand, he held only a three-inch-long bone pen. Not far away, when he saw a pile of rocks, he quietly crawled out of the cave. Because it is a cave covered with red soil, the wet mud obscures the sound. As he climbed out of the pit, he could hear the vague sound of nursery rhymes. "In the middle of the rainy season, the ghosts open the door. What are you selling? Tofu. Buy tofu." "The egg broke¡­ The older brother came out¡­ The lamp was lit and the lamp was lit¡­" In the middle of the night, in the middle of the cemetery, the sound of nursery rhymes made Qin Lang tremble. At that moment, the short man suddenly looked back. Qin Lang hurriedly hid behind a tombstone. "Brother¡­ Brother¡­Can you hear someone singing?" As the lightning flashed, the tall robber seemed angry "Don''t act like a child¡­ Who''s going to sing in here¡­ it just wind and rain" Qin Lang thought to himself. Is it the sound of the wind or the rain? He stood up and looked around, only to find graves and stones. However, when his bones hit the tombstone, made a crackling sound and he immediately fell to the ground. He closed his eyes. But his old eyes did not close. Oh...yeah¡­ No eyelids. Waite a minute¡­Do you have even eyeballs? "I think someone is beating the drum." The fat one said. "Are you crazy? Do you know you''re scared?" The tall robber also felt as if he had long hair wrapped around his body. But his fear was overshadowed by his lust, so he tried to pull the pinout of the coffin. He crawls out of the bushes and comes close to the rock. He picked up a stone the size of a fist. It weighs just enough to throw. His skeleton slowly moved forward, moving smoothly through the mud. It was as if red mud were sticking to the smooth, jade-like bones. At that moment, the two robbers looked back at the same time as if they were suspicious of something. There is no place to hide in Qin Lang. Immediately, he fell to the ground and pretended to be dead. Simple performance. It''s really simple. But it is also the most natural. " Deadman " When the tall robber saw Qin Lang lying on the ground, he was not surprised and even sighed as if relieved. This is a cemetery. Not far away are large canals filled with skeletons. There are thousands of skeletons in the canal. About a hundred years ago there was a great war here. It is not surprising that skeletons are scattered in the cemetery, an old battlefield. Even the brave villagers nearby take it. Skull for the ball as a bone for a stick. Such a complete set of human skeletons is indeed rare, but this is not unusual. "Brother¡­didn''t you see this skeleton when we came?" "It''s raining so hard," he said. ¡°cemetery will collapse. Is it strange that bones in the ground also appear? You have become worse. "Come on, do not disturb my happiness." The tall man pushed the fat man away. Then he pulled the coffin lid hard. Red dress¡­beauty¡­I will see beautiful worm body and embroidered shoes. At that time, the man was still behind. The tall man looked impatiently "What are you looking at?" The robber ran to help as if waking up from a dream. Finally, they successfully flipped the coffin lid. They saw in the coffin when the sky with a flash of lightning. Red dress White skin and embroidered shoes. The young woman''s body was bounded by a rope, and the bulging curves became more prominent. Instead of a scarf, she had a piece of yellow mantra paper on her face. In any case, the young woman in the red dress and bounded by the ropes were somehow very attractive. ------ ------- ------- ------ ------ ------ ------