Krinus did not refute, because there was no desire to refute. He felt his strength slowly fade, unable to support even the illusion.

"What are you going to do in the future?"

Krinus looked up and saw his mother ask kindly.

The warm sunlight outside the window illuminates the room.

"I don't want to do anything...... "The corners of Krinos' eyes moistened, "I want us to be a family again." ”

The light gradually weakened, engulfing the consciousness of the person. The world itself is a dark nothingness, and life is the flame that flickers in it. Even if you live a ruthless and sad past, it becomes more and more dazzling in the final moment.

A tear squeezed out of the corner of Krinus's eye, cold and damp. Slide down the corners of your eyes, moisten your earlobes and touch the ground lightly. It makes a subtle hallucinatory sound, clicking......

This frightened him, and a dead man would not feel it. Shocking awareness flashed through his body, and he realized that he was in great pain. His lungs burned like fire, and he tried to breathe in the air, but it couldn't relieve the suffocating despair, and Krinus couldn't stop coughing and vowed to cough out the little fluid left in his veins. He felt as if his stomach was filled with putrefined, foul-smelling juice that made his head dizzy. A stream of bitter water poured out of his stomach, but he couldn't stop coughing. Most of the vomit was sucked into the lungs, and for a moment the nose and mouth were filled with filthy vomit.

Krinus desperately turned sideways, tears and snot streaming down his face, and struggled for a long time. When he finally had a respite to think, he found himself immersed in those things, boxy boxes just the right size to trap him here.

This is the coffin.

Krinus screamed, but could only hiss. He switched to tapping his hand on the coffin board, hoping to get noticed.

He kept banging, and there seemed to be a slight smile on his face. Coming back from the dead is probably the greatest blessing a person can ever meet, he is not worried that no one will be able to hear him, as long as his fingers can move, as long as his heart is beating, it is a moment of great happiness.

Time passed, and there was no way to count in the darkness. I only knew that my fingers had worn out the skin, and my throat didn't even have the strength to hiss.

The coffin shook, and it was slowly lifted to the ground. This cramped final destination was rudely lifted, and Krinus saw Ebner's tear-stained face, and then fell asleep with peace of mind.

"It's bad, but it's not bad. Severe dehydration, gastrointestinal bleeding, lung infections, ......"

Crinos felt like he was held up by magic, and in a trance, he saw the miserable refugee camp, the sick groaning in the crowded tents, the flies crawling over the wounds of the seriously ill to feast on their flesh, the water used to wash the bandages red like dye, and the stench of the scorching sun.

"Don't worry. Ebner seemed to know that he had woken up, "Remember, I studied divine magic. ”

By the time Krinus opened his eyes again, it was already night. Lying on himself on a shabby but clean bed with a few holes in the roof. The rainwater pouring from the dome flowed into the room unhindered, and Ebner picked up the rainwater and poured it out of the window, provoking a cry that some people might not have such a good life to sleep in a roofed place.

Ebner whispered sorry to the underneath and turned to see Krinus awake.

"Uh...... I hope you don't mind, I spent all my money on the funeral. ”

Crinus struggled to sit up from the bed, "Looks like I've really died......"

"You've been dead for two weeks, from broken ribs, bleeding from internal organs. But all the wounds are gone, like ...... Miracles in general. ”

"But...... Why?" Krinus struggled to remember what he had experienced after his death, but he couldn't remember anything but deep and real feelings, like a beautiful dream, and he couldn't tell it when he woke up.

"I'm not going to dwell on this kind of problem...... Ebna looked down and smiled thoughtfully, all the grief and pain would no longer bother him, and that was enough, "I'm just glad you're alive." ”

"I promise you, I will never die again. ”

The two looked at each other and smiled.

"I'm curious...... "Krinus shuddered now as he remembered the monster, "where the others were, and how they managed to escape from that stoneman." ”

"How do you say this......"

"Abner, I washed my clothes as you said. Isaac came up with a basin of washed clothes.

Krinus lifted the corner of the quilt and glanced at it, and he was naked. "Is it really necessary?"

"Because you've been in the coffin for two weeks, your clothes are moldy. Isaac explained, hanging his clothes by the fire and starting to dry.

"But...... It's not my clothes. ”

"Oh, this one. "According to the custom of the funeral, we burned your original clothes, and then the mortuary helped you wash them and put them on your shrouds. But don't worry!" Ebner took out a letter stuffed in his bosom and handed it to Krinos, "Your parents' letter is still there. ”

"I'm in mixed moods right now...... "I woke up in bed and found myself naked, and learned that more than one person had touched me all over my body......"