Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 654 Your hand

  Fool and Baomu made a simple decision.

  This idea is good, but it seems to lack a trace of humanity.

  Although they don’t need to think about this now, but how to say...

   "Well, let's watch the night first, and then I will wake up brother fool and let him get up with you..." Baomu said.

   "It's really not necessary, I can be alone," Shen Fu smiled, "Are you still worried about me?"

  The two looked at Fu Shen's sleeve.

  I am really worried.

  You don’t even have a hand, how can you feel relieved?

"It's not that you don't worry about it, but it is our habit and the safest arrangement for two people to watch the night." The fool said this against his will. After all, the results of the last night's watch are still vivid, "From my point of view, Baomu’s plan is good, so let’s make a decision. I'll go to bed first, then... call me in three hours."

  The fool got back into the tent, Baomu turned his head and smiled friendly at Shen Fu, laying a cushion for Shen Fu.

   "This is great," Baomu said, sitting on the ground, "we can talk all night long."

"Uh-huh."

   Then, Baomu fell asleep.

  Shen Fu looked a little helplessly at Bao Mu who was asleep, listening to the even breathing sound from the tent, he adjusted his sitting posture, raised his head, and calmly looked at the night sky.

The stars and the moon here are clear and bright, and the twinkling stars seem to be closer than the mountain. A few melody drifted through Shen Fu's mind. When those notes echoed in his ears, Shen Fu's arm swayed unconsciously. It took several seconds before he remembered, ah, he is a pianist who has lost his hands.

  Where are your hands?

  If, as they said, your hands are on this mountain, why don’t they appear in front of you?

  As their own hands, shouldn’t they miss their masters?

  I really want to find them.

  I hope they appear in front of me now.

  Good hope...

  Shen Fu suddenly felt an itching pain from the ankle of his left leg.

   "Bao Mu?" Shen Fu still stared at the purple-black sky, "You are awake."

  No one answered.

  The itchiness disappeared, and after a while, it reappeared on his knees.

  "Baomu, you..."

  Frowning, Shen Fu stood up his upper body, looked at his knees, and was stunned.

  A white Sensen's skeleton hand is hanging on his knee, climbing towards his upper body little by little.

   "Ah!——Um!..."

  Just as Shen Fu was about to open his mouth and yell, an icy thing came over from behind him and directly covered his face, pressing his scream back alive.

   "Hmm!...... Hmm!......"

Shen Fu was taken over by the thing covering his face. He was struggling desperately on the ground. The skeleton hand on his leg had crawled to his chest. Shen Fu tried to wave it away with his remaining arm, without thinking about the skeleton hand. He jumped flexibly, jumped directly to his shoulder, and strangled his neck severely.

  Shen Fu's eyes widened, the force from the skeleton hand was immense, and in just half a second, he had heard the rattle of his spine.

dying……

  Wait, haven’t you already died?

  Why do you still feel wronged when you are dead? !

  Shen Fu’s sadness came from it. This violent grievance made him explode with a stronger desire to survive than when he was alive. He gritted his teeth to control his right leg, tried to straighten it, and then kicked Bao Mu’s ass.

  Baomu was leaning against the sturdy bone beam of the tent. After being kicked by the husband like this, he immediately lost his balance and fell to the ground with a slam.

   Baomu woke up from his dream, he lay on the ground, and didn't realize where he was now.

"here it is……"

  "Hmm!...Hmm!..."

  There is a strange sound behind him.

  Baomu bounced off the ground, looking at Fu Shen who was rolling on the ground.

   "Fu Shen, you...ah! Those hands!"

  The pair of skeleton hands finally appeared together this time, with one hand covering Shen Fu’s face and the other around his throat, Shen Fu’s neck was almost deformed.

  Baomu immediately rushed over. While holding the hand on Shen Fu's neck with all his strength, he called out for help.

   "What's wrong?! How... I rely on... How... Oh... Baomu?..."

   Accompanied by the fool's eager response, the tent crackled and shook, and after a while, the fool inside crawled out hurriedly.

   "Baomu! Shen..."

  Who knows, as soon as he saw the fool's face, the skeleton hand on Shen Fu's face suddenly abandoned him, flew to the fool's body, and rushed on the fool's neck when he saw it.

  The fool had been wary of its hand long ago, and did not give it a second chance to attack him, but viciously grabbed the skeleton hand and pressed it to the ground.

  The idiot squatted halfway, leaning into the tent with the other hand and looking for it.

  The strength of the skeleton hand is evenly matched to that of the fool, and it is possible to escape at any time. Baomu used all the strength of his whole body to deal with the hand of the other skeleton, and his face blushed.

   "Brother fool... fool..."

  Baomu was almost crying, Shen Fu had rolled his eyes, only his legs were still twitching.

  After a while, the fool finally got back from the tent. He raised a silver object and slammed it at the skeleton hand on the ground.

   Squeak...

   Slightly...slightly...

   Baomu was completely stunned, a sharp short knife glowing with cold light penetrated the skeleton hand and nailed the hand to the ground.

  The fool gasped, he hesitated and let go of his hand.

  The skeleton hand twitched on the ground, and the five fingers curled in pain, released again, and curled up again. After a while, the skeleton hand stopped twitching and stopped moving.

  "This is that saber...Ah! Fool brother! This hand is going to run!..."

Seeing his companion rushing to the street, the hand holding Shen Fu's neck decisively chose to escape. The hand quickly climbed on the ground a few times, and the idiot caught the knife to catch up with it, and then dropped the knife in his hand. That hand, like its brother, became a pile of bones that only twitched.

  The idiot stood up wheezing and looking at the two skeleton hands that were pierced on the knife like a skewers.

   "Are you okay?" Baomu shook Shen Fu's shoulder, "Shen Fu? Can you hear me?"

  Shen Fu’s black eyes turned back, he blinked, and just about to speak, he coughed twice.

   "It's okay if it's all right," Baomu helped Shen Fu up and slapped him on the back, "Would you like some water?"

  Shen Fu waved his hand and raised his head, "This...what's going on?"

  He looked at Baomu, and Baomu looked at the fool.

  The idiot gave a "uh" and handed the saber with the skeleton hand to Shen Fu.

  "Here, this is your hand."

  (End of this chapter)