There is a cemetery in the northeast of the city of Canossa, facing the peak of the Cibar Mountain, and the morning light is only seen after the sun climbs up the Cibar every day, like an egg on the tip of a stone, and the yellow-orange yolk after the shell is broken, which cannot bring much warmth. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The green grass in the cemetery is bleak, and the flowers dotted with it are not showy, which harmonizes with the gray style.

The summer heat has never been lucky, and the wind always carries the cold, which makes people get goosebumps, so no one wants to come here except for the daily tomb sweeping and sacrifice.

A bleak and cold place with only one grave keeper.

Outside the fence gate there is a flowering thousand trees that have survived for hundreds of years and bloom at this time of year.

The small pink flowers hang all over the branches, swaying and colorful, the breeze is coming, and the falling flowers are beautiful.

Ink Han has long developed a habit of sitting under the tree for a while every day, looking at a certain place in a daze, and occasionally thinking about the past years.

His orange-skinned palms just rubbed the flowers in his hands aimlessly, crushing them slowly and throwing them into the wind.

He would stare at the stone in front of the tree as if his gaze were a file, but the stone did become smooth under his gaze day after day, and even the stone under his ass gave birth to two petals.

65 years, a long time, many things have become habits.

However, the habit is broken.

Because of a ridge.

To be exact, it is a small mound of earth sandwiched between several tombstones, the soil on it is still very fresh, it was dug by Ink Han himself, it looks very inconspicuous or even rudimentary, if you want to describe it accurately, this kind of small mound in the cemetery should be called a small tomb.

Ink Han looked at the small tomb, and his cloudy eyes revealed complex emotions, like stars shining and disappearing in their eyes.

Expectation, excitement, anger, sadness, loneliness, helplessness, and then he rubbed the pink flowers repeatedly with his rough fingers, and even his thumb and index finger were dyed with color, and his eyes became anxious.

It's been ten days, and there's been no movement.

"Hey, how can there be someone beyond death?" Ink Han shook his head and sighed, a little self-deprecating, more bitter.

The Grand Astrologer of the Temple of Puno Heather, the guy with long silver hair who liked to lean under the begonia tree and had smooth silver as silk, gave the prophecy.

Sixty-five years have passed, and now it seems that most of them are just words of comfort, but so what?

In the end, this guy did not even escape his fate, and became one with the towering begonia tree, and heard that the flaming red flowers of the tree burned the coldest winter, attracting countless pilgrims to watch and worship.

He didn't blame the guy for his playful prophecy, at least if he hadn't had it, he would have lost the motivation to live.

The ridge remained calm under his gaze, and the mountain stood silently in the distance, as if casting a very distant, silent, incommittal, noncommittal, hopeless gaze.

In short, over the years, he has long been like cold water.

He no longer looked at the ridge of the ground, nor at the fragment of the flower in his hand, but at the air blankly, as if looking for a gap between the wind and the wind.

At this moment, a small pale hand stretched out, waved a few times in the air, and then the other also stretched out, and then the two hands bent outward and grabbed the outer edge of the small grave, and a boy's head slowly came out of the grave.

The boy's face was covered with dirt, and he couldn't see it, only his dark eyes shone brightly.

It was as if a bubble had been punctured, and the color suddenly became brighter.

Ink Han turned his head suddenly, startled, even though he had been waiting for this moment for the past 65 years.

As he wandered, a childish but somewhat old-fashioned voice sounded.

"Hey, what are you doing in a daze, pull me out quickly. ”

The ink cold eyes were brown and white, the ugly wrinkles on his face were like shriveled rotten fruits that had lost their moisture, his hair was gray and scattered on his shoulders, and his brown linen clothes were white with blue patches, and his steps were a little staggering, and when he was so excited that he trembled and held the little white and tender hands, he gradually felt that the cold temperature had some warmth.

"You're alive. ”

He had not spoken for a long time, and his tone was a little slow, and his tone was a little hard, in short, it was very unnatural, but there was a sparkle in his cloudy eyes.

"I wasn't dead in the first place. The boy replied angrily, and then withdrew his hand, his rough hands piercing his skin like spikes, patting the twisted clumps of dirt on his body, and vaguely saw his chin and green face.

It was Noah, who had disappeared for many days.

Ink Han looked at Noah and said excitedly: "What Yu Tianci said is really right, you really have the ability to bring the dead back to life." ”

Ink Han's voice was as old as his age, and the interval between words was a little long, but it was clearly improving.

Noah was barefoot, his clothes were ragged, his robe had long since become strips of cloth, hanging on his body at irregular intervals, and the two legs of his trousers were also broken, and he was covered in mud, and his face was slightly blue.

"I don't have the ability to come back to life yet, because I'm so badly injured that I can only temporarily shut down my physiology and heal by absorbing a little death energy, and besides, you buried me and almost killed me. Noah pointed to the small grave behind him and said, "If this pit is dug deeper, I may not be able to climb out, and I can only keep turning off all physiological functions, and in the long run, my body will rot, and then I will really die and can't die anymore." ”

Ink Han was silent for a moment, and said stubbornly: "None of this matters, although I am old, I am not sluggish, I know that you can't have the ability to come back to life now, but I believe that one day, you will be able to do it." ”

"It doesn't matter, hey, I've got to get back soon, it's been days, Anna must be going crazy. Noah also wanted to have this day, but the first thing that came to mind in the current situation was Anna's anxious face.

After speaking, he was just about to turn around and leave, but suddenly turned around and frowned and asked, "When you buried me in this cold soil, didn't you think of laying a blanket under me?"

Ink was stunned for a moment, and said slowly: "I'll pay attention next time." ”

"Next time?" Noah snorted coldly, and his heart was like this, this old man didn't look reliable at all, although his energy was very strong, and he seemed to be a powerful warrior, but that was all in the past, and now only the withered orange peel wrapped around the shriveled flesh was left, and the cold and damp wind of the cemetery would eventually blow nothing.

"I should thank you, but I'm annoyed by your unreasonableness, because there will never be a next time!" he waved his fist demonstratively and turned away.

Of course, Noah didn't stop complaining, he kept muttering under his breath.

"Alas, it's gone, it's gone, it's gone, it's gone, it's gone, it's gone, it's gone, what will I do in the future. ””

He felt sorry for the confused fate like a lamb, and shook his head and sighed.

After the jade forest shot that arrow, he also thought that he was dead, but at the critical moment, the crystal in his chest suddenly burst out with a very strange energy, if he didn't feel wrong, it was the energy that belonged to the earth goddess Gaia, this energy was very weak, and the light emitted was not at all conspicuous compared to the arrow, such as fireflies and the bright moon, but it resisted this fatal blow for him.

With an unparalleled understanding of death, Noah's "Silence Technique" has reached an unparalleled level, isolating the breath of life and instantly fleeing, and the powerful demonic power sustains him to run all night, although the difficult maintenance intensifies the assimilation of the life mark, until he reaches a cemetery.

Without the replenishment of crystal energy, he could only rely on collecting scattered death energy to repair his body, and in desperation, Noah fell into a deep sleep, but he never imagined that this old guy would bury him.

The divine consciousness soon awakened, although the body could not move, but it could clearly sense the surroundings, these days Noah's actions towards the ink cold can be said to be clear, it is no wonder that only this old guy wanders in the cemetery, it is really too difficult not to pay attention, because his energy level is unfathomable, because he is in a daze is in a daze.

Noah didn't think that this old guy like a candle in the wind would defend his dignity because of his offensive words, but he also paid attention to the situation behind it, after all, who knows if this old orange peel is not a quiet madman's heart?

However, he soon stopped, but he was not as thrilled as he expected.

Because of a voice in the back.

"Aren't you going to change your clothes?"

The old voice continued to sound, like Medusa's enchanting and demonic voice, and the withered voice became more and more attractive.

"Don't you want to take a shower?"

"Don't you want someone to prepare something for you when you're hungry?"

"Don't you want someone to massage you when you're tired?"

"Don't you want someone to sing you a lullaby while you sleep?"

"You don't want to... Don't you want to have a servant?"

I have to say that the ink is clumsy and has a clumsy but simple charm, which is deeply favored by Noah.

Noah turned around and saw an old blushing face, the two looked at each other, and then fell silent, and then Noah suddenly smiled and said, "You mean, you want to be my servant?"