No man's land, southwest region, endless desert. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Located in Western Asia, the Endless Desert is a link between the uninhabited land and the outside world, close to the world's largest barley importer. The local people's self-sufficiency rate of fruits has reached 60%, and the main agricultural products are: wheat, corn, dates, citrus, grapes, pomegranates, etc.

In addition to the development of agriculture, the local people also live on animal husbandry, mainly raising sheep, goats, camels, etc.

There is a small shop here, and the owner lives a peaceful life every day. He is old, gray-haired, slumped, and every day he gets up, he smiles at the east and greets the rising sun. There were glories and madness in his life, but now that he is old and has let go of everything. His best skill now is to blow a children's song "Little Star" with just his fingers.

Life is like this, calm and ordinary, he thought that his life could be summed up with such an understatement.

Until one day, a shoulder-length short-haired girl came to the endless desert.

"Guest, rest your feet. Take a sip of water in a small shop. "The owner was hospitable, no one had passed by for a long time, and the occasional arrival of passers-by would bring joy to the owner.

"I'm in trouble." The girl sat down in the shop.

"Listen to the accent, guest officer, you are from the East!"

"I'm from the capital of abstinence, and I'm here to visit my friend's hometown." Cool water poured into the abdomen, and the body exuded some coolness from the inside out. Although the girl is not afraid of the heat, she can lower the fire in the high temperature, giving people a colorful feeling of being alive.

She thought: In addition to fire, there is water in the world. Just like where you can see the sun, you can see the moon at night.

An existence that can only appear in the dark, you hide, cultivate, and recuperate, always thinking that one day you can devour the sun.

Now that I have come to seek you on behalf of the sun, do you dare to accept my greeting?

The girl smiled, but the shopkeeper had a gloomy face.

"I heard that you have a custom here. The deceased is to be bandaged to prevent the corpse from deforming. It's like Western Europe nailing people who have been bitten to death by bats in coffins, and they don't want the dead to come out and harm people after they die. She pulled one chopstick out of the chopstick holder and stuck it in a glass of water to stir continuously.

The water in the cup swirls, creating a whirlpool. The shopkeeper looked at the churning chopsticks, looked at the whirlpool in the cup, and thought of the natural disaster of the endless desert - sandstorm.

Is the peaceful life about to be shattered? What does the arrival of this girl mean? She may be the trigger for natural disasters, and she may play a dance of wind and sand. But...... I don't want to be caught up in the center of a sandstorm again.

The shopkeeper exhaled and adjusted his breathing.

"It's not a custom, it's the size of the Endless Desert, and the number of people who live here is innumerable, and the style of funerals is also rich, and it varies from place to place." The shopkeeper peeked at the Japanese samurai sword in the girl's hand, and the shrewdness in his eyes flashed.

"Perhaps, the practice of bandages is just an exception, and I don't know where it exists." The shopkeeper filled the girl's cup with water again, and the whirlpool disappeared as the chopsticks stopped stirring.

"However, among the Eight Deceitful Gods, there is only one character wrapped in a shroud." The girl suddenly said something that no one else understood, although there was no one else in the shop.

"You've been looking for him, and I'm looking for him."

She pulled the Japanese samurai sword out of its scabbard, the black fine iron blade, the red patterned blade, and the concave blood groove left a delicate pattern on the blade. The girl held the hilt of the knife and did not dare to let go, and the orange flames surrounded the knife, suppressing the evil aura of the demon knife.

Faintly, black air currents emerged from the demon knife.

"How come, really...... Demon Sword Aota! It has changed hands...... What happened to its previous owner? The shopkeeper asked with a trembling voice.

"Grandma died five years ago......"

"Impossible, last year Shura was still active in various places, participating in the important operation to prevent the resurrection of the Eight Deception Gods. How could she have died five years ago? The shopkeeper was in a hurry, and he stamped his feet back and forth.

"You're lying!" The shopkeeper said confidently, but the girl could hear that his tone was a little flustered.

"After Grandma leaves, I will inherit the name of Shura."

"Who are you?"

"My name is Su Ya, the granddaughter of the previous Shura, and Duan Keqin is my grandfather." Su Ya put the demon knife Qingtian back into the scabbard, took out some tissues from her pocket, and wiped the sweat from her palm. It only took a few minutes to pull out the demon knife, but Su Ya already felt that she couldn't restrain the evil aura of the demon knife.

The shopkeeper slowly stopped his anxious steps and slowly sat down next to Su Ya, his gaze lingering on Su Ya's body for a long time.

It stands to reason that anyone who is staring at a stranger for the first time will feel a little uncomfortable. What's more, the situation is a little special now, the person being stared at is a young girl, and the person staring at her is a gray-haired old man.

If it is left outside the no-man's land, it may be another peachy case that spans ages.

However, Su Ya was not exposed to strange sensations at all. When Su Ya looked at him, she noticed that the focus of the shopkeeper's eyes was through her body, staring at another person. He looked at her, but he didn't look at her. The person in the eye and the person in the heart are not the same people.

Do you want to borrow people? Su Ya thought to herself, she saw an infatuated look in the shopkeeper's eyes that did not belong to her.

"It's really like when she was younger...... the shopkeeper muttered to himself.

The shopkeeper suddenly took the case and vented his anger to Su Ya. His eyes widened and he asked, "Is Duan Keqin's little rabbit cub dead?" Why can't even your grandmother protect you? He's such a wreck, why didn't I kill him in the first place! ”

"How could he possibly protect you? Only I am the most reliable person! I'm better than him, I'm smarter than him, I love you more than he does! ”

"Why, why did I choose to let go in the first place! Fifty years, fifty years...... I haven't been able to figure it out for fifty years...... "He grabbed his hair, and the bruises in his dry skin were tense, and the strength poured out of his body, which he used to beat himself.

Pick it up, smash it! Lift, smash! Pick it up, smash it! The shopkeeper was demolishing his shop, smashing everything in his sight under his feet and trampling it hard. The soles of his feet were cut by shards of ceramic, and the crimson blood followed him everywhere.

Suya sat on the last bench in the shop, the chair was lonely, if it had a life, would it have thought of the day when the owner who wiped them with a smile every day would smash all his companions today, and his old friend who had been with him for fifty years lay on the ground, broken to pieces.

He was the only one left alive.

“…… I don't understand why you chose him instead of me. The shopkeeper sat in the corner of the shop, hugging his bleeding legs.

"Don't blame grandpa, no one can survive the backlash of inferior weapons. Even if it's you, there's probably nothing you can do. ”

Su Ya put the demon sword Qingtian on the bench, and she sat on the ground.

"I heard that you are the founder of the divine order and the leader of the previous one. I am here today to find the resurrected Eight Deceitful Gods and then send them back to the sleeping space. Su Ya said to the shopkeeper, "Will you help me?" ”

The shopkeeper turned to face the wall, he closed his eyes and lay on his side on the ground.

"Demon Knife Qingtian, this is your first gift to grandma. Grandma said in her diary that she regretted not returning it to you. Su Ya wiped the scabbard of the demon knife, and Qingtian let out a slight vibration in response to Su Ya.

"Every time I see this knife, I think of my grandmother. I don't know who she thinks of when she sees this knife. ”