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Some people watched as the child moved his lips, but in the end, he only managed to utter one sentence.

"Seven, don't go."

The child's shoulders hunched, the sound grabbing his mind.

The man in the long robe inside the door didn't speak again. He held the little boy's hand and stood in the snow looking at the well.

After being reminded by the man in the long robe, Chen Guan realized that the real danger was turning around.

The old man stared intently at the child: "Seven, turn around and look."

"Look at the house you lived in, look at the old woman who threw meat at you."

"Can you really abandon them?"

Guan Jinyue strode forward, his sword flashing across the sand, and stood between the old man and the child.

"Say one more word and I'll cut out your tongue."

The child's neck made extremely subtle movements.

Chen Guan reached out and covered his eyes, the child's eyelashes gently brushing against his palm.

"teacher."

"Don't look."

Chen Guan's hand was very steady.

"When they wanted your life, they didn't ask if you were afraid."

"Now, if you want to live, you don't need to ask them if they're in pain."

The child, breathing heavily, clutched at the sleeve of the coffin, trying to find one last piece of support.

"But what will you do if I leave, teacher?"

Chen Guan glanced at the snowfield at the bottom of the well, then at the coffin beside him, his expression softening for a moment.

"I already have a home of my own. Wherever he is, that's my home."

Upon hearing this, Guan Jinyue turned his gaze to the coffin.

The coffin lid was slightly ajar, and the inside was eerily quiet, yet the oppressive aura emanating from it kept the entire old city from moving.

This answer was very much in Chen Guan's style and was exceptionally effective.

Chen Guan picked up the child and handed him to Guan Jinyue.

"Bring him inside."

Guan Jinyue caught the child, suppressed her brows, and asked a question.

"And you?"

"I'll fill in the missing characters."

Upon hearing these two words, the old man braced himself with his palms and scrambled toward the bone well.

"It can't be repaired!"

"Once the missing characters are added, we won't have to eat bones when we get home!"

"Without gates, who will protect us from the storm? How will we make it to the central city to receive food and water?"

Chen Guan picked up a piece of rusty, blood-stained knife from the pile of junk. He used the remaining half of a charcoal stick to write words on the blade.

The child looked back at Guan Jinyue from his arms, but Chen Guan only let him see his own hands, not the city.

"Didn't you want to learn to read?"

The child nodded, and Chen Guan made the first stroke on the broken knife.

"Watch closely."

As the stroke fell, the shadow of the door in the bone well swayed, the red light receded inward, and the snow light spread outward.

The old man rushed to Chen Guan's feet and reached out to grab the broken knife, but Chen Guan kicked him away.

He wrote slowly, after all, the character had many strokes and was quite rare.

The child looked at the broken knife and whispered the word.

"road."

Chen Guan threw the broken knife into the well, letting it pass through the red light and land on the threshold. The rust peeled off layer by layer, revealing the dark iron color inside.

A long sound came from the bottom of the well, and the human bones on the outer layer of the bone well began to fall off in circles. The white bones rolled down from the well opening, fell into the sand, and could not be climbed out again.

The complete name of the gate is "The Road Home".

The child looked at the door, and the three words "Road Home" lit up on the well wall. The red light was completely suppressed, and the snowfield rapidly spread towards the old city.

The robed man inside the door raised his hand and waited in silence.

Guan Jinyue carried the child and stepped onto the edge of the well. She couldn't use her spatial abilities, but her body was still light. With her long sword in front, she cut through the wind and snow and landed inside the gate with the child.

Just then, a tall, thin man rushed out from under the stone platform, clutching a shattered domino, his face contorted with grotesque pain.

"Nobody's leaving!"

He was stretched open by the red thread, and all the doors in the old city shook at the same time, with cries and prayers coming from behind them.

"Seven dunks!"

"return!"

"Seven, don't leave us behind!"

The child tried to turn his head, but Guan Jinyue, holding a person and a sword, could not cover his eyes.

Chen Guan raised his hand and threw out the last few pieces of junk from his storage ring: iron pieces, pebbles, a broken pot, and half a lamp stand, which slammed hard onto the thin man.

The broken pot was slammed onto the thin man's head with a loud bang.

The slender man was knocked back, but the red thread on his chest remained intact. He lunged at Guan Jinyue's feet and grabbed the corner of the child's cloak with his ossified fingers.

"You were born in the city, so you should die in the city!"

The child's face was white from the wind, while Guan Jinyue swung his sword, cutting off a corner of the cloak.

The thin man grabbed the strip of cloth and slid back to the edge of the well, wanting to get up again.

Chen Guan had already walked up to him, the sickle sliding into his palm.

The tall, thin man looked up at him.

"Sir, I'm just trying to make a living."

Chen Guan replied without changing his expression, "Want to live? You can."

The sickle fell directly, and blood splattered everywhere.

"But don't use others as stepping stones."

The blade severed all the red lines on the thin man's chest, and he fell to the sand, still clutching the tattered cloth in his hand.

The doors of the old city closed one after another, and the red lines no longer emerged from behind them.

The old man knelt on the ground, letting the wind and snow tousle his hair. He looked at the white bones that kept falling off the well and let out a broken laugh.

"It's over."

"It's all over."

"Without a door, the storm will destroy this city."

Chen Guan put the sickle away.

"Then build walls, dig wells, farm, or even relocate."

The old man looked up, his eyes filled with astonishment.

"We won't."

"Then learn it."

The old man opened his mouth wide, but couldn't make a sound.

The people in the city looked at the person at the well without saying a word. They were used to pushing children down wells as a city rule, but now that the door was no longer used for food, they didn't know how to survive.

Chen Guan didn't look at them again, but walked to the coffin and closed the lid.

Before the breath was withdrawn, the robed man inside the well looked up at him. The wind and snow dispersed for a moment, allowing Chen Guan to see the man's outline clearly.

His figure was similar to his, but his face was still shrouded in wind and snow, making his features impossible to see.

The first generation of the Seven-Button Man next to the man in the long robe raised his hand and beckoned to the child by the well.

Guan Jinyue stood on the snow holding the child. The child never looked back at the city; he only looked at the coffin, as if he had foreseen something.

"Teacher, aren't you coming?"

After closing the coffin lid, Chen instructed, "You go first."

The child shook his head directly, and Chen Guan looked at him for a while before speaking.

"Teacher, are you having pancakes again tonight?"

The child's eyes reddened; after all, the pancake had long since fallen into the well.

Chen Guan rummaged through his storage ring and pulled out a piece of dry, hard rations, tossing it inside the door where Guan Jinyue caught it.

"Keep moving forward."

Don't look back.

The child, clutching his dry rations, turned and walked toward the snowfield. The first-generation Qikou went over and took his hand. Their shadows slowly overlapped in the snow, then separated again.

After watching them walk away, the man in the long robe inside the door turned to face the coffin.

"The road has been repaired."

His voice came through the wind and snow.

But where is home?

Chen Guan's hand touched the shoulder strap of the coffin, and Guan Jinyue also raised his gaze.

Seven points of starlight, forming a dipper shape, shone brightly deep within the snowfield, their light falling entirely onto the seven hidden buttons on the child's chest.

Before the child could turn around, Guan Jinyue raised her hand and pressed down on his shoulder, stopping him from doing so.

Starlight pierced through the wind and snow, illuminating Chen Guan's face.

A laugh that seemed to transcend the long years echoed in Chen Guan's ears.

"Black Tortoise".

You've touched upon my old dreams.

The child at the edge of the snowfield continued to grow taller, turning half his face with the starlight hanging in the air, his childishness gone.

Chen Guan saw a pair of eyes that had seen through all living beings.

Beidou.