Skeleton Swordsman (Chapter 1)

Today marks the 33rd day after his abduction and the fifth day he has been without food or water.

It has been five days since he did not hear any voice.

He did not know if his family had paid a ransom for him, but it was now certain that his captives had been abandoned him.

He heard the sound of the waves.

Must be near a seashore.

Even without windows, he can smell the saltwater of the sea.

Hunger….

When saline air is inhaled through the nose, it is as hot as fire.

His bruised hands continued to dig into the wall. There was a loose rock on the wall.

He discovered the secret from the first day he was imprisoned here.

He still hasn’t succeeded in removing it out of this obsolete side. But this is his last ray of hope.

He must be able to get rid of this stone before losing all his strength.

His fate is not this bad. At least he was not beaten to death.

Although he was quietly encouraged himself, he sometimes heard loud laughter in his mind. 

Faces mocking him….

    ……

He was not the heir to a large family-owned business.

Is his choice to become a third-class comic artist?

"This is the last issue. The main problem is poor sales."

"You have no qualifications"

"I have no son"

He noticed that he was suffering from severe hallucinations.

He shouted with a cracking voice and pushed hard with both hands.

The rock, which was still shaking but still stuck to the wall, could no longer stand.

"boom…"

After the sound of falling on one side, a basin-sized hole appeared on the wall.

    The excitement in his heart refreshed his mind. But on the other side of the wall, he can see the same sleek darkness. His mind sank as he smelled more polluted air.

Another cell…

Eventually, all hope was dashed; He fell to his knees.

His jaw rested on the hole….

Silent as Death.

As his soul was about to collapse, he saw a faint blue light.

There was no temperature like his dying soul.

A faint glow returned to the blurred eyes. Despair is death before the actual death. No.

He took a deep breath and tried to jump out of the hole in the wall.

Rough plaster scratched all over his body. It does not matter. At the very least, the pain makes him feel alive.

It fell uncontrollably through the hole in the wall and onto the floor of another room.

Boom…

It hurts….

He rolled over and fell again to the ground. He breathed a sigh of relief and regained consciousness. He slowly approached the blue light from one corner of the room.

A corpse lying Overturned.

The corpse had fallen to the ground, and the brown robe seemed to have decayed for a long time. His left hand was pressed under him by his own body. His right hand is straight and he is holding a dirty white pen about three inches long.

The blue light came from the tip of the pen.

The light was dim, but it was clear that the pen was carved with bones. What is so important that one can hold on to death?

He tried to pull the bone pen out of the deceased’s hand, but with just a slight pull, he brought down the entire arm, included one arm from the base of the neck to the other. 

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not because it was too rotten, it seems to have been cut with something like a sharp knife or axe.

Trembling hands were searching for the brown-clad corpse.

I don't know how long he died.

Will my destiny go the same way…?

He removed the fingers of the corpse and finally removed the pen.

The bone pen is more than three inches long, smooth as jade, and masterfully carved.

It is engraved with simple and neat symbols. He does not know the meaning of these symbols.

This pen seems to mean more than just beauty. Surprisingly, the light seemed to be stronger than before when the bone pen was held.

How bright will it be to save you from death?

Look at this room…

There are no windows. There is no air inlet. There were not even doors on the smooth walls.

It is more like a tomb than a secret room.

Waite, is that so, where does this person come from?

The white bone explored the surroundings with light.

He found an unfinished picture on a wall….

A door…

A half-finished hand-painted door on a stone wall.

There is also a two-line poem written next to it.

‘Rain and thunder raise from the ground,

The bone mountain will be found.’

I glanced at the corpse on the floor and thought of the figure that had fallen to its death.

That man apparently wanted to finish painting before he died.

The corpse's grief spread to him out of compassion.

A door to get out of here….

All it takes is a door, beautiful or rough.

The pen teeth become brighter. This may be a distraction.

He too will soon die. It is the same.

There was nothing that he could do about it. He can do nothing….

He bowed his head. Prepared to lie down next to him. At least his death is not alone.

But as he stared at the brighter pen, his mind wandered.

He immediately found out why. The wounds on his palm were still bleeding, and the pen was stained.

The light from the tip of the pen became stronger. He realized that this was not a distraction. He gripped the bone pen tightly and continued to draw on the wall. The image of the entire door shines bright blue as soon as it is connected to the original lines.

Chemical effects? He did not know. It could be something else. Whatever…he doesn’t care at all.

At least in the aftermath, he's compensated for disturbing the peace of the sleeping man.

He will fulfill the last wishes of the deceased.

Forget the current situation.

Forget the imminent death.

He wrote the last painting of his life.

Forget everything.

Attention…and…

Done…

A door appears on the wall. The symbols on the bone pen are also rolled up on the door frame.

Even in the eyes of a third-grade comic artist, this is not a perfect job.

But with the light flowing along the blue lines, the image of a door came up vividly.

It still needs something…

After thinking about it, he expertly wrote his signature on the bottom of the door frame.

' Qin Lang ' 

Qin Lang stretched out his right hand and stared at the bright blue door with his last delight. 

‘Even at a young age, I was reminded of the impending doom, and I begged a little.

How nice it would be a real door….’

He put a little force on his hand.

Unexpected things really happen.

Click…

The door on the wall slid slightly inward along the lines.

Qin Lang blinked and pushed hard.

Kreen…

With a trembling sound, the door opened to one side. he does not know what is inside.

If you choose between death and the unknown, everyone will choose just like Qin Lang.

Did God close one door and open another?

He crossed the door and walked to the other side. The door closed behind him as he walked.

There is no turning back.

The light from the pen was gone, so he moved on even in the dark.

The environment was initially able to walk straight but gradually narrowed. Soon he bent down and finally crawling.

Luckily, he could see a faint light in front of him.

Qin Lang is crawling with all his might.

The desire to survive makes him forgets hunger, thirst, and pain.

The closer you get to the exit, the cooler the air.

Suddenly he heard a voice in his ear.

Suona… 

Who is blowing suona on a small island in the ocean?

    ……

"Life is a fantasy. I did not expect death. The older brother had gone first…"

Finally, he crawled out of a narrow tunnel.

It is raining hard outside. He was at the foot of a mountain about 50 meters away.

He saw the funeral procession in the rain.

Walking in the forefront is the band, they played traditional funeral songs.

In the back row, there seem to be relatives; Three men in traditional robes followed.

Behind them were two large red coffins carried by eight big men. The red coffins are especially prominent when it is raining heavily.

More than 50 people attended the funeral procession. Three men dressed in traditional costumes spread gold and silver papers and sang funeral songs.

"… Brothers and sisters have gathered today. We will take our elder brother to green jade Mountain…"

Qin Lang opened his mouth to ask for help and then calmed down.

Because he was superstitious since young, he just considered this was a bad omen.

It is raining heavily and the wind is blowing hard. Gold and silver papers were blown away by strong winds.

A handful of banknotes fell into the pit where Qin Lang was hiding. Raindrops of paper came to his eyes.

Qin Lang raised his hand and removed the wet paper. 

grate…grate

He was surprised to find that it felt as smooth as a rock without touching the skin.

He raised his hand in front of him and stretched it out.

At that moment, the sight of light and the lightning flashed around him, and he almost screamed in terror. Or did he scream? He did not know.

He looked around. There is no one but him. With trembling, he raised his hand again.

It was as if his whole heart was being rubbed with thick hair.

His hand raised in front of his eyes was just white bone without skin and flesh…

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