Tomie's Unlimited Journey

"What did you say?! Zhang Feng is dead?!"

Lin Jiang looked at the scarred two people in confusion. Yu Jiasheng could still talk, but Mao Li Aotian beside him was already in a deep coma, and his whole body exuded the aroma of barbecue.

"Yes... No, that's not the case. Zhang Feng had special life-saving methods after transforming into a lich, so he should not have died."

"You mean the phylactery?!"

Lin Jiang's eyes lit up. When he talked about the lich's life-saving method, wasn't this the only way to save his life?

"Yes, it's the life box. He hid it on the first day he entered the dungeon... it's somewhere in the East China Sea. I don't know the exact location..."

Maybe it was because the wound was affected, and the Yu family grimaced in pain.

"Okay, as long as you're not dead."

Lin Jiang expressed sympathy for their experience. Who would have thought that they could suffer such unreasonable disasters while lying peacefully on the sea. However, this blow was really terrible. The impact area was several times larger than that of Alabasta, causing casualties.

It is even more immeasurable and has even turned a large area of ​​ocean into a huge landmass.

...I'm afraid that in the future, a large number of pirates will become bandit kings, or be called pit kings.

Lin Jiang also felt this power that shocked the world that day. Even she might not be able to stop it. This person is definitely an intermediate VIP like her. His strength is unfathomable. He is much more dangerous than the current Boros. After all, he is now

It’s just my first time…

"Don't tell this matter, otherwise Zhang Feng's title of Qiwuhai will be removed. Anyway, he's not dead. If I can't hide it, I just say he's healed... But I'm afraid he won't be able to fight this time.

participated."

"maybe……"

Yu Jiasheng was not sure whether he was still alive. At that time, he asked himself to take Mao Li Aotian and leave first, saying that he would be fine if he had a life box. He was not sure whether it was reliable or not. After all, he had never died before.

Get over it!

Somewhere in the East China Sea, there is a large cemetery. It takes half an hour to walk from east to west to reach the end. It is surrounded by several small towns. Basically, the nearby residents will choose to bury their dead family members.

Send it here.

Charles is the gravekeeper of the cemetery and has been here for twenty-three years. Now he is 52 years old. His face looks weathered and his whole person is in low spirits. Compared with his peers, he looks older.

, the most important thing is that he is still single...

His father, Charles Sr., had been a gravekeeper all his life, but was killed by grave robbers in a certain year. He couldn't remember exactly which year it was. Maybe he had Alzheimer's disease. Even his appearance was different.

Can not remember.

"What an idiot. If they want to steal, let them steal. It's a waste of life. What a pity..."

Every time he thought of his father, he would sigh like this. Although Charles was a gravekeeper, his family background was not bad, and it was a good job in a poor town.

It's just that he himself doesn't want offspring... he doesn't want his son to inherit his father's legacy and continue to have this job of dealing with dead people. It's unlucky and lifeless, and in the end he looks like a dead person.

Their family was also a local wealthy family more than a hundred years ago. What's terrible is that Charles' family was targeted by a certain Celestial Dragon...

The cause is not complicated. His great-grandfather offended a Celestial Dragon. The specific details cannot be verified. Even though his great-grandfather and the Celestial Dragon are dead, the descendants of the Celestial Dragon still remember it and come to visit from time to time. The local government

For this reason, I also pay special attention to myself. It is impossible not to do this job. The local residents are afraid of offending the Tianlong people, so they also act as the government's spy, keeping an eye on him all the time. But on the surface, the two sides still maintain a harmonious appearance.

.

"I am a sinner."

If you want to cut off the family inheritance, who else can you be but the sinner of the family?! Unlike his optimistic father, he is a rather gloomy person who keeps everything in his heart. He just doesn't understand why his father can endure such filth.

A humble job! If he could choose, he would be a free-spirited pirate!!

Sometimes he would also envy those people, the whole family looked happy and happy, which made people jealous, and he would even want to adopt a child to relieve his loneliness, but it was just a thought.

Returning to the residence he built in the cemetery, Charles picked up a piece of hard long bread, broke off a small piece, dipped it in the soup and chewed it, "Bah! Tom's skills are getting worse and worse. This bread is all bad."

It’s almost like a stone.”

Although he said this, he still swallowed it in a few times. It is shameful to waste food, especially in this era when human life is so trivial. God knows when he will die. In the eyes of the superiors

People like me are probably no better than weeds...

After a hasty dinner, Charles patrolled the cemetery with a wooden stick. The wooden stick was mainly used for self-defense, but in fact it was better than nothing.

...I obviously hate this job so much, why do I have to be so respectful?

...Because it’s a habit, otherwise what else could you do! Find a dead person to chat with?

...The stars are shining tonight, and it is a good day for burial.

…Who says it’s not?

"It's better to go to bed."

Charles circulated his thoughts while patrolling. For him, talking to himself was already the same as every day. If he didn't walk like this, he would definitely have trouble falling asleep at night.

"Huh? That's..."

There was a flash of light in the corner of the cemetery in the dark night. Although it was only for a moment, it was still captured by Charles. He held the wooden stick and slowly leaned over. He gently peeled away the grass and squinted to see

go.

"Oh my God!"

Lying in the grass was a young girl, she looked seven or eight years old, her skin was as white as snow, she had golden and red hair, her eyes were closed and she was unconscious, her round face was rosy, making people feel aroused.

A strong desire to protect.

Charles, an elderly bachelor, was no exception. He looked around and said, "What a poor child. Who is so cruel to leave her here? I have to take her home..."

He carefully picked her up and walked towards his house. As he walked, he kept looking back to see that there seemed to be nothing there, but also that there seemed to be something there.

...It’s really a ghost this time! There must be something there!

Suppressing the strange feeling in his heart, Charles stopped and decided to go there to see what was there. After dealing with dead people for decades, there was no reason to be afraid of a lonely ghost.

Holding the girl in his left hand, he picked up the stick and walked back. He swallowed, moved the grass away again, and carefully explored the surroundings. The wild grass half a man's height was swaying gently in the moonlight, but no shadow could be seen...