Chapter 67: Rescued, Nine Deaths and One Life

  "Hey, are you dead?" A man with a bad tone asked, feeling like he had been kicked heavily in the waist.

  "Hahaha~" After the laughter, another voice sounded: "Look at this, you won't die but will be kicked to death by you!"

  "What the hell is this place? Not even a ghostly shadow!"

  Lying on the cold ground, I couldn't move my body and could only hear the people around me discussing in low voices... Haha, it seems that my luck has always been pretty good. Although my eyes can't open yet and I still don't know what these people are really like, they seem to not have any malicious intentions towards me?

  "What other place could it be? You're blind! But, with such a large tomb pit, damn it, there isn't even a single burial object!"

  "Say, is this thing dead or alive? It's not moving at all, and its whole body has gone cold... Haha...". I felt another kick on my waist, although my whole body was icy cold, the pain still accurately transmitted to my brain nerves.

  "Didn't expect this kid to be so lucky!" I felt my chin being pinched to the side, and a slightly familiar voice sounded in my ear, but for a moment, I couldn't recall who it was.

  "Should... should we tell the boss about this?" someone asked hesitantly.

  "He looks like he's half dead already, no point in talking about whether we can save him or not, our medicine is running out too! Rather than wasting it for nothing, might as well just leave him be, anyway he doesn't know much either! Not useful to us!"

  "Also, one oil bottle..."

  The rustling and murmurs gradually faded away, it seems they really are going to ignore me! Damn it, this group of useless trash that won't even save a dying person! I'm furious in my heart, but my body can't move at all, my limbs are numb, completely without sensation, can't even open my eyes, let alone speak.

  Time passed minute by minute, second by second, and I could clearly feel my soul slowly leaving my body... Just when I thought I would never see the sun of tomorrow again, a chaotic footsteps came from the front, I hurriedly pricked up my ears to listen, heard the sound before seeing the person.

  "Are you sure it's him?" A doubtful voice.

  "It is him!" The man paused for a moment and asked again: "He's already half dead, do you really want to save him?"

  The sound stopped for a moment, and then the man said: "Take it over first, wait..."

  The man's words were not yet finished, and I could no longer hold on, falling into a coma once again.

  I don't know how long I slept, maybe it was a long time or maybe it was short. My body is no longer as numb and cold as before, but rather warm all over. I couldn't help but open my eyes to find several bonfires burning brightly around me. Although the smell was terrible, my body really felt much better.

  "Are you awake?"

  Just as I was getting up, a flat voice sounded. I turned my head and saw a familiar person standing beside me, with a neat and tidy short hair, a large black windproof mirror covering half of his face under it, a high nose bridge below, a thin lip slightly hooked, smiling but without any warmth, even feeling icy...

  "God's hands!" As soon as I opened my mouth, I felt my throat dry and sore, and the words that came out were hoarse and unpleasant to hear! But none of this mattered, what mattered was that I had been saved! And it was actually God's Hands who saved me! Looking again, all the wounds on my body had already been bandaged, even so, my whole body still ached with pain... This time it was really a narrow escape from death!

  "Your life is quite big." God's hand looked at me, threw a water bottle to me, and the large sniper windproof mirror blocked half of his face, only seeing the slightly hooked corner of his mouth, but there was no smile.

  The kettle hit my leg, I lifted my arm with difficulty and saw a package of compressed biscuits lying next to the kettle. I drank a few mouthfuls immediately, and only when my throat was better did I ask: "How are you here?"

  "We were just about to ask you how you ended up here!" The speaker was another person, his voice a bit hoarse. I turned my head and saw a robust man with a rugged face walking towards me with a gun on his back.

  This guy is obviously a bad bird... He looked at me with disgust, sat down next to Xianxian with a plop, glared at me and said: "I estimate there's an exit ahead, it's very winding inside, we didn't dare go too far."

  An exit? Seven twists and eight turns? It seems like I've been here before, although my head was muddled at the time, but it's not much different now.

  "It's a labyrinth." I took another sip and ate a few compressed biscuits, which restored some of my energy. The evil bird looked at me strangely, so I continued: "I came from over there." After a pause, I asked in confusion: "How did you get here?"

  "How did you get here?" The evil bird glanced at me and sneered, "You walked down!" After a pause, he raised his hand and pointed to the left, rarely explaining kindly: "There's a staircase over there."

  "This burial pit is too big, it seems to be inconsistent with that person's way of doing things, could there be a trick?" I hadn't seen the person yet, but heard his voice first. As soon as I reacted, I saw another strong man walking over. The moment I saw his face, I was still in shock. He looked at me with an ordinary expression and sharp eyes. This isn't White Lao Er! He didn't... I suddenly became confused. It's already a miracle that White Lao Er is alive, now he has successfully reunited with Shen Shou and the others!"

  "It's indeed inconsistent." Shen Shou said lightly, pointing to the vast burial pit in front of him and saying: "Withdraw all personnel, inspect the middle and surroundings carefully."

  "Go back?" White Lao Er was somewhat puzzled.

  "This kid came from that direction, so don't waste manpower exploring the road, we don't have that much time." The evil bird said, pointing at me.

  "Shen Shou, what do you mean..." Bai Lao Er didn't look at the evil bird, but instead stared at Shen Shou who was sitting aside with a calm expression.

  "Go." The god nodded and didn't say much more.

  "Alright." Old Bai didn't ask any more questions and immediately turned around to leave. Behind his back, I heard him gathering people to check the dead man's pit.

  They said they were gathering people, but after everyone arrived, I found out that there were only eight of them left. Excluding Bai Lao Er, it seems that two more people had died previously!

  Actually, I've never understood Shen Shou. I didn't understand them before and I still don't now. If you say we're enemies, they've saved me several times. If you say we're friends, it's impossible no matter how you look at it. Although they've saved me, I can still feel the hostility.

  Just like the first time I woke up, those people were obviously gods' hands, but they didn't save me, instead they kicked me a few feet and left. But now I've been rescued again, to say that I have any use for them, I'm at a loss... The black key has already been given to them... Although I now know their purpose, and the origin of this underground palace, the secret origin, but it's just that I've only just found out, as for what clues, I'm still completely in the dark, knowing less than they do!

  Although my dad might know more, I really don't know, and now I don't even know where my dad's shadow is, let alone that elusive secret...... So why did they save me? Is it just to use me as a threat against my dad in the future? No way! This idea doesn't make sense at all!

  Is there some secret about me that they want to know... or is it someone around me? Xianxian? Ningmeng?...