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The body could not move an inch, as if trapped in a glacier, the biting cold seeped through the skin into the marrow, rendering me powerless. I watched helplessly as the rushing river water filled my nose and mouth, unable to breathe or resist, like a nightmare that could not be forgotten.
In early October of 2014, it had been over two months since leaving **Dao**, most of which I had spent "sleeping" in the hospital.
Lime and I shared a hospital room; our conditions were similar—mild concussions and leg fractures. The difference was that I had broken two ribs.
I never expected that after two weeks of unconsciousness, when I woke up again, it would be just me and Lime. I heard from the nurse that the person who was brought in with us, Xianxian, was not in a much better condition; he had been transferred to another hospital weeks ago. Fortunately, when I jumped off the cliff, I had stored all my important belongings in The Dead, otherwise it would have been disastrous if someone had discovered them.
"Will he be okay?" I asked, staring out at the falling leaves, feeling utterly dispirited. Every night I had the same nightmare—the immense pain of falling into the water and the deep helplessness afterward seemed etched in my mind, vividly clear. At that moment, I thought I was doomed; there was joy in being rescued, but just thinking about our rescuer gave me a headache. What on earth were the people from Xianxian's organization thinking...
Lime, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them upon hearing my words. His gaze was clear as he calmly said two words, "He won't."
The room fell silent again. During my coma, treatment had not ceased; although my injuries were severe, young people recover quickly. In two to three months, we would basically be able to walk again. So we would be discharged in no more than half a month; as for where to go afterward, I had no idea.
The first time at Heizhugou, I found no trace of my father. The second time at **Dao**, there were still no clues about him. I felt somewhat discouraged; my understanding of "eternal life" was also vague—I only knew it was related to the Demon Clan.
However, this time I gained quite a bit; the most exciting part was obtaining The Dead. After being discharged, my first task would be shopping—madly buying some Tomb Raiding tools along with food and water. Next time, I absolutely wouldn't be caught off guard like this; I couldn't afford to spend two or three months recovering!
...
Half a month passed without any news about Xianxian. After settling the medical bills, Lime and I returned together to our hometown in Changsha. During this time, I met with Dabao's parents. Although they hadn't yet recovered from their grief over losing their son, they were doing much better than before. I believe that difficulties will eventually pass; life follows the cycle of birth and death—an unchanging rule of nature. Living is dying; dying is living—it's just that the places we "live" are different.
Decades later, dust returns to dust and earth returns to earth; there is nothing that cannot be overcome.
After a simple cleaning, Lime and I temporarily settled down.
At night, the twinkling stars hinted that tomorrow would be a good day.
"Lime, I'm going to Golden Town tomorrow to see if I can sell the goods I have." Golden Town is lined with antique shops, making it a perfect place to check the market and see how much I can sell. Of course, I need to search online first to estimate the prices, since everything is genuine, to avoid being taken advantage of.
Lime nodded slightly, not saying much.
"You tomorrow..." Seeing his indifferent expression, I forced myself to change what was about to come out of my mouth from "You should buy clothes and food" to "Just rest at home."
Thinking about Lime's expressionless face while buying a bunch of things made me shiver...
Forget it, I'll just go buy things myself after selling the goods. As long as this Buddha doesn't run around, I'll be grateful.
The next day, Lime got up early to practice martial arts and swordplay. His moves were sharp and quick; watching him was a pleasure. I really wanted to stay and learn a few moves from him, but time waits for no one. I reminded him not to wander off and left.
To be honest, I was really nervous. I had never been to an antique shop before, and these items were all "stolen goods." Tomb Raiding is illegal; even if you don't get the death penalty for trafficking cultural relics, you still end up in prison!
I never thought that one day a law-abiding citizen like me would engage in such illegal activities. However, what good is being a good citizen? I don't harm others, yet others harm me. I'm forced into this situation! The deaths of my Uncle and Second Uncle can be summed up with just "Shipwreck," while my father's disappearance and kidnapping have no explanation whatsoever.
I know I can't blame the police for their incompetence; it's just that those people operate too skillfully in the shadows. They probably can't even be traced by the police... Lost in thought, I had already arrived at Golden Town.
After getting off the bus, the street was bustling with people—busy office workers and relaxed students. There were many pedestrians on the road; they lived contented lives that were simple yet happy.
I looked enviously at the passersby. Once upon a time, this kind of life felt so far away from me. All that remained was endless loneliness and pain. I wanted simplicity, but Heaven wouldn't grant it to me. Everything in the future requires me to fight for it myself; it seemed like light had abandoned me. No, perhaps it was me who chose darkness—a road of no return...
As I walked further in, there were fewer pedestrians. The antique street wasn't as lively as I had imagined; it was quite desolate with not many people around. It's not easy for those in this line of work nowadays; I wondered if my items could even be sold. With a nervous heart, I entered an old-fashioned shop that had no customers.
The Boss was a chubby old man in his fifties or sixties, dressed in traditional attire. He was sitting in an elderly chair reading when he saw me enter and warmly stood up to greet me. He seemed friendly enough, but his true character remained unknown.
"Young man, are you buying antiques?"
I shook my head and asked somewhat shyly, "Boss, do you collect antiques?"
The Boss looked me over and smiled warmly, "I do collect, but..."
"But what?" I immediately asked.
"But I need to see the goods first. You know we deal in small trades; there are many items that haven't sold for years..." The Boss's round face showed a hint of worry, but then he brightened up and smiled at me.
I nodded to indicate that I understood his meaning. What the Boss said was polite; if something hasn't sold for years, it means he probably doesn't accept inferior or ordinary items.
I reached into my bag, and with a thought, a tiny Glowing Pearl appeared in my hand. It was slightly smaller than an ordinary ball and was taken from that Crystal Coffin. At the time, I thought it was part of a bracelet, but I didn't realize that each bead on the bracelet was a Glowing Pearl! Taking out this large string of Glowing Pearls would definitely cause a stir, so I had to take it apart since there were more than one string inside The Dead.
"Boss, what do you think of this?" Is this enough weight? I extended my hand in front of him. Although it was daytime, the room wasn't very bright, so the small Glowing Pearl still emitted a soft light. However, the effect wasn't very obvious, and I regretted not bringing out something else.
But once my hand was extended, I couldn't just pull it back. Well, if it doesn't work out here, I can always try another place.
I saw the Fat Boss squinting carefully at it. At first, he looked puzzled, then he simply cupped it in his palm and brought it closer to his eyes. After examining it, he was taken aback and without saying a word handed the Glowing Pearl back to me. I thought he wouldn't accept it and was about to speak when he hurriedly walked to the door and closed it, turned on the lights, and came back to me with an excited expression asking, "May I ask if this item is from Living Play?"
Haha, finally onto the third volume~ I'm writing slowly; everyone feel free to throw tickets at me...
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