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Chen Guan placed the coffin on the ground behind him, ready to make his move.

The coffin touched the ground.

thump.

The slender man's gaze fell on the coffin, and his body tensed up instinctively.

"Sir, the city lord said that your coffin cannot be opened within the city."

Chen Guan looked at him: "Does your city lord know who I am?"

The tall, thin man did not answer.

The bone collectors behind him also quieted down.

Chen Guan noticed this change; the identity of this robed man was even more special than he had imagined.

The tall, thin man was silent for a moment, then managed to say, "The city lord said you are a lost person."

Chen Guan asked, "Anything else?"

The tall, thin man gritted his teeth: "He's someone who can't stay here for too long either."

The child grabbed the sleeve of Chen Guan's clothes.

This statement terrified him even more than the fact that the bone collector was going to take him away.

Is he going back to living alone?

"Teacher, are you leaving?"

Chen Guan looked down at him.

The child's hands were small, but he was gripping them very tightly.

At that moment, the scene of the snowfield in the mural overlapped with what was in front of me.

At the door, he was also holding onto the other person's sleeve in the same way.

Chen Guan didn't pull his sleeve out, but comforted her, "We're not leaving now."

The child's hand loosened slightly, then quickly tightened again, as if afraid that the words would be blown away by the wind.

The thin man's face turned extremely ugly.

"Then please come with me to see the city lord."

He raised his hand and waved.

The six bone collectors behind him spread out at the same time, iron hooks, bone knives, and short spears pressing in from different directions.

Guan Jinyue went to greet him.

The sword flashed swiftly.

She can't use spatial abilities, but her weakening doesn't mean others have become stronger; her skills are still far superior to theirs.

The first bone collector had only raised his bone knife halfway when his wrist was smashed open by the back of the sword.

The second short spear broke in halfway through its thrust.

The third person tried to go around behind the child, but Chen Guan kicked him in the back of the knee, causing him to kneel on the sand.

Although he didn't understand the written language of this era, he did know a little about martial arts.

Chen Guan did not draw his sickle; he did not want to completely break with the rules of this memory.

The methods used by those who collect bones are very dirty.

Someone sprinkled powder from their sleeve, and the grayish-white powder scattered in the wind.

The child smelled a little, and his face immediately turned pale and he swayed.

Chen Guan grabbed him by the back of his collar and threw him to Guan Jinyue. Guan Jinyue caught the child, and his long sword spun rapidly in front of him, separating the powder.

Chen Guan raised his hand.

The storage ring flashed with a faint light, and a piece of scrap metal appeared in his palm.

He casually tossed the piece of junk away.

The scrap metal hit the man who was scattering the powder squarely on the nose. The man fell backward, his face covered in powder, and his eyes rolled back in his head. He had gotten what he deserved.

The tall, thin man felt a tightness in his skin.

He had initially thought that the man in the long robe, suppressed by the door pattern, was just an old man who could read, but the gentleman in front of him was far too skilled at beating people.

And this woman, even though she was being suppressed, was still terrifyingly strong.

Chen Guan picked up the broken iron hook from the ground and walked towards the thin man.

The tall, thin man was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly, the dominoes at his waist rattling loudly.

"You can't kill me, I'm the city lord's man."

Chen Guan said, "I won't kill you."

Before the lanky man could even catch his breath, Chen Guan had already pressed half of the iron hook onto his shoulder.

"lead the way."

The thin man's expression changed.

"To see the city lord?"

"right."

"Sir, you will regret this."

Chen Guan looked at him and said, "Then I'll kill you and make you regret it in hell."

Guan Jinyue walked over carrying the child.

The child had recovered somewhat, though his face was still a little bruised, and he was still clutching the short wooden stick in his hand.

He whispered, "Teacher, the city lord lives over by the Bone Well."

Chen Guan asked, "You've been there?"

The child shook his head.

"Those who were arrested all went there and never came back."

Guan Jinyue put him down.

After the child stood up, he first took out the half-eaten biscuit from his arms and looked at it.

The cake is still there.

He carefully put it back in.

Upon seeing this action, Chen Guan paused for a moment, then sighed.

The tall, thin man was forced to walk in front, the iron hooks on his shoulders pressing down on the dominoes, preventing them from ringing.

Behind the cracks in the doors on both sides of the street, someone was secretly watching them.

No one answered the door.

No one spoke.

Only one elderly woman, through a crack in the window, threw a small, dark object onto the roadside.

The child saw it; it looked like a small piece of dried meat.

He paused, and a hushed voice came from inside the house.

"Seven-Knock Kid, run! Don't look back!"

The child pursed his lips and didn't pick it up, but Chen Guan stuffed the piece of dried meat into the child's hand.

The child was stunned: "Teacher?"

"Eat on the way."

The child looked down at the dried meat in his hand, his eyes a little red.

He quickly lowered his head so that no one could see him.

Guan Jinyue glanced at Chen Guan, but Chen Guan remained expressionless.

There are good people among the masses.

He had a sudden realization and remembered the remnants of the vow in the round hall.

The promise is engraved into the rules, and it remains even after the oath-taker and witnesses have died.

here……

It was the same old story. Perhaps, it was here that the man in the long robe made some kind of promise to the child.

He accidentally triggered all of this, which led him back to the old scene, where he experienced it all as the man in the robe.

He was going to see that city lord, even though he knew it was all a lie, that the past was the past and he couldn't change it, he still had to go.

Guan Jinyue surveyed the surroundings and whispered, "The formations in this city are all connected."

Chen Guan hummed in agreement.

Upon hearing this, the tall, thin man's shoulders twitched, but he immediately pretended not to have heard anything.

He screamed inwardly, "Who is this woman?"

The child whispered, "The teacher once said that every door in the city leads to the Bone Well."

Chen Guan looked ahead: "Did I say that?"

The child nodded, taking it as Chen Guan testing his studies, and said, "The teacher also said that the Bone Well is not actually a well, but a door."

Door? Chen Guan couldn't help but think of what Yue Teng had said: Could the images of the past be related to the future?

Guan Jinyue slowed his pace a little.

She looked at the gradually opening up space in front of her, and a well was reflected in her dark eyes.

The well opening was extremely large, and it didn't look like a place for people to draw water at all.

It stands in the center of the old city, with the wellhead made of layers of white bones, human bones on the outside and animal bones on the inside, and many bone fragments of indistinguishable shape ground into flat signs and stuffed between the bones.

There are twelve wooden stakes standing by the well, each with a bone bell hanging from it. When the wind blows, the bells ring softly.

Behind the well is a low stone platform.

An old man sat on the stone platform.

The old man was wearing a dark brown long robe, had sparse hair, and skin that clung to his bones. He was holding a bone bowl in his hands.

There was no water in the bowl, only half a bowl of finely ground bone meal.

When he looked up, everyone kneeling around him lowered their heads.

The tall, thin man walked up to the stone platform and immediately knelt down.

"Lord, the gentleman broke the rules and injured the bone-collecting team."

The old man didn't look at him.

His gaze fell on Chen Guan, his expression unreadable: "You're back."

These words made the child look up, his face tense.

Chen Guan stood in front of the bone well, his sleeves hanging down, covering the ring on his finger.

He didn't rush to reply.

The old man placed the bone bowl on his lap, his dry, cracked fingers tracing the rim of the bowl, his expression one of disappointment.