It was a man who walked alone. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Dressed in dirty gray clothes and carrying a large package.

When he walked for a while, he took out a compass and looked at it, and then he kept walking.

The backpack was large, almost the size of the man, but it was normal considering the high physical fitness of the Avarangar people.

He walked a little slowly, but very firmly, carrying a heavy package, all the way forward, when everyone saw him, his body had been slightly shaking, and it seemed as if he was about to fall down at any time, but he didn't, never been.

Everyone selectively ignored him, except for the newcomers, Albert and Cecilia.

"Hey man, hello. They greeted the man.

The traveler finally noticed everyone, smiled and beckoned: "Hello, I'm sorry, my hearing is not very good, I didn't notice you." ”

"Where are you going, look at the way you look, it's been a hard walk. ”

"Go to my house. The traveler pointed ahead. "I'm going back to my house to see my mom. ”

"Do you know that ... A young man pointed at him, not making it clear what he was referring to, but everyone understood that perhaps he didn't know he was 。。。。。 But everything was full of drama, and he nodded directly, "I know, I'm dead." ”

Then the man pulled open the collar, and there was a hole that was too big to be feared.

"I don't know what's going on, I just know where I seem to have got, and then it hurts a little bit, and then... He raised his arms, which were already slightly transparent, "And then I died." ”

"What is it that has sustained you so far?" "My parents. ”

"I want to see my parents. The man smiled bitterly and waved his hand, "I wanted to go home and have a look, but now that's all I can do." ”

"Can you walk like this?"

"I guess, I was a wizard when I was alive. A gust of wind blew, and he paused and continued walking, "It's not a good school like Holman Branch, it's just a private school, but it's also a wizard. ”

"Meditation is still useful for me. ”

"Although I can't make ends meet, I can still last a little longer. ”

"Unfortunately, that's the way it can be. ”

Around the ghost's body, where consciousness is still quite clear, there are some points of light that ordinary people can't see, emerging from his body all the time, this is a part of him, a tiny part, but it means that this traveler who is obsessed with [going home] is rapidly dissipating, he is doing his best to maintain [semi-meditation], that is, in the process, maintaining a meditative state, those points of light are bound around his body, forming a beautiful white halo, suspended above his head.

This person is in pain, very painful, he has lost the protection of his body, his soul has no container, and everything around him is tormenting him, just like the [Ghost Uncle] from a long time ago, as if he is in purgatory.

That's why he kept shaking, the wind blew, like a knife on a bone, and the sun made him feel like he was in magma.

But this man is still walking, no matter what happened to him in life, at least for now, he deserves respect.

Then, several people shot together, and the aura, pushed by everyone, returned to his body.

This ghost is on the same path as the crowd, at least for now.

"Thank you. He suddenly gained strength again, "I can hold on a little longer now." 'He's looking good, but it's a drop in the bucket and the aura is being reshaped above his head.

This ghost, who is obsessed with seeing his parents, is still moving forward after death, and despite the uncertainty of the future, he is still very determined.

It's hard, almost impossible to get to your destination.

"Anyway, I'm going to have to keep going. He laughed suddenly, "Even if it's hard to see the second elder, it's just hard." ”

"As long as I remember who I am and I'm still moving forward, that's pretty much it. ”

Except for the warriors, everyone could see him, this respectable man.

Maybe he wasn't much stronger when he was alive, at least now, what he's doing, many people can't do.

At this time, the sunlight that was partially obscured by the clouds shone down, and [Ghost Traveler] fell to his knees at once, and on his body, like burnt smoke, was constantly rising, but he did not fall there, and the man stood up.

The aura above his head suddenly shone a lot, which meant that the ghost's existence disappeared faster.

With each step, his face twitched.

Then, the others intervened, allowing the aura to return to his body again, but the disappearance was still inevitable.

"Thank you... Thank... The voice was weak, but it was stronger, and he could hold on a little more.

Then, constantly trying to divert his attention from the pain of his body, he began to tell people about his life, it was a very ordinary family, his father was a worker in a small factory, and his mother worked in a workshop, this was a very ordinary little couple, although life was not good, but it was good, and they could eat enough every day without starvation.

The talents of the two elders are not good, they are both wizards, but the innate strength of the [Energy Circulation System] is not enough.

However, all this is like God's mercy, this child born in a small family, has a good talent, although not as good as Holman's students, but it is still a good talent.

After the aptitude test, they pooled a lot of money to send their son to school and go to a private school, so that he would not have to live a hard life when he grew up.

He always remembered what his parents expected of him, and he had been studying hard.

But God didn't intend to give him face.

After having the power of a real wizard, he successfully graduated and planned to go home, but he died all of a sudden, and he didn't even know how he died, and he became a fool, but he should have been killed by a landslide, and this part of the memory has been worn out a lot. But he still remembers a picture: a mountain, and huge rubble everywhere.

Even if you are a wizard, even if you have extraordinary strength, you are very vulnerable to nature.

A dozen tons of weight, that's no joke.

He was in pain, but he kept walking.

After nightfall, all this pain was lessened, and the caravan was stationed, and the fire was made for cooking, and the ghost, still stubbornly moving forward, in his own words, "If I had rested, I might never have been able to stand up again." ”

Everyone watched as he continued walking.

Then I wish him good luck in my heart.