C2 Lu Gao Yin(2)

"Customer, you've had a nightmare." Atma frowned.

"Oh, my Lady Boss." When I saw Atma, I felt a little embarrassed.

Atma's face was pale and she looked very haggard. Her eyes were red and swollen. It was as if she had just cried. Was this Atma? The young and beautiful Atma from three years ago? Atma had just gotten married three years ago and often had a blissful smile on her face. But now, she doesn't seem to be much happier than me. What happened?

Of course, I am not in the mood to care about other people's matters right now. I need to have a good rest and leave everything behind for the time being.

Atma doesn't seem to be in the mood to greet me, "We are closing. Do you want to stay?"

"Oh, give me a guest room." I still haven't recovered from the nightmare.

"Give me a small bucket of ale and bring it to my room."

The long night, the mournful wind outside the window made it hard for people to fall asleep. A barrel of ale was poured into my stomach, but it still couldn't make me fall asleep. The alcohol's heat was unable to warm my body, and my body shivered from time to time during the cold night. Tomorrow, where am I going tomorrow? I suddenly have no direction. A person slowly feels that there is no hope, but he still has to live. What kind of punishment is this? I think in my previous life, I must be an unpardonable evil person. The torture in this life is all because of the sins I committed in my previous life.

In over a hundred years, I have searched almost every corner of the desert outside Lut Gholein. I have dug countless ancient tombs, but I was unable to find the place I wanted to find.

I will never be able to find that place again. I can't find the place where we parted ways.

Are you really not lying to me? Talitha, can we really reunite? The Wutong tree in Rogge must still be growing wantonly, but can we still return to Rogge together?

The past has tormented me for a night, and I can't sleep at night. Before dawn, I was so sleepy that I woke up. It was close to dusk. I suddenly decided to stay in Lut Gholein for a few more days. Because I have already searched the entire desert, I don't know where else I can go.

Perhaps living isn't scary, what's scary is that I don't have a reason to live.

At this time, there aren't many customers in the bar. Most of the mercenaries will come in twos and threes when the lanterns are lit. I ordered a glass of wine and drank by myself. This time, I don't have much money on me. After searching for the last piece of the Lut Gholein desert, due to my extreme disappointment, I didn't remember to bring some burial items from the ancient tomb to exchange for money when I returned to Lut Gholein. The old man Zhuo Gnan in the city likes antiques. Every time, I would find his family to sell the burial items. The old man who traded with me for the first time is no longer alive. Now, his great-grandson has also become an old man. Although I only bring one or two pieces of antiques each time, the money I get back is enough for me to spend for a period of time in the best hotel in the city.

Although I won't die, I will still be hungry. I will be thirsty, tired, and feel the scorching sun when the weather is hot. During winter, I will also feel the biting cold, and sometimes even a little sick. But I don't understand why I can't die. When I'm in pain, I occasionally do self-harming things, although it also hurts. It will bleed, but the wound will heal in an instant. I have lived in Lut Gholein for 260 years. My body and face showed no signs of aging. It is just that the sandstorm in the desert made my face, which can only be considered to be worthy of the audience, look a little old.

At this time, the customers gradually rushed over. The restaurant began to bustle with noise and excitement. Atma's elbows were on the counter, as if she was not in the mood to take care of the business. It was like this when she came in yesterday. She stared blankly at the door. It was as if everything in the world had nothing to do with her at this moment. Atma became silent, thin, and her eyes were empty and lifeless. Three years ago, she was so passionate and energetic. At this time, it was as if her soul had left her body, and her entire person became lifeless.

"Lady Boss, there was an earthquake today. We were afraid that your wine jar would be broken." The customers started to joke about Atma.

"Worry about your money bag." Atma answered weakly.

Atma's eyes unconsciously drifted towards the door and slowly stopped.

A burly man in full armor pushed open the door and walked in. That man wore a helmet that covered his nose and mouth. Only his eyes were exposed from his entire body. His eyes were very sharp. The man's armor was glowing with a purple light, and he was carrying a war pike on his back. There was also a faint purple light flowing around him.

I felt Atma's heart suddenly beat faster. The aura of a powerful expert instantly filled the entire space of the wine house. It has been a long time since I have met such an expert. After the battle of the Human Devil, the experts of Mortal Realm had withered away. At least, I haven't met such an expert in all these years in Lut Gholein.

Most of the people in the wine shop are mercenaries who live a life of licking blood with their blades. They all have some knowledge and experience. When this person appeared, the wine houses gradually quieted down. Everyone intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the man. Could it be a holy armor? Everyone knew what a holy armor meant. It was the symbol of a powerhouse's identity.

A purple holy armor? A purple war pike?

In the Lut Gholein, there was probably no one who didn't know about purple holy armor and purple war pike. That was the divine artifact ranked first and fourth on the divine artifact Ranking. The first rank was the purple war pike, "Zhang Loong." That was a weapon that could harm gods. The fourth was the purple holy armor called "Zhang Loong." It was impervious to fire and water. This was the armor and weapon of the legendary hero, Zhang Loong. Zhang Loong was a martial artist close to a god. It was said that he had defeated the King of Destruction, Baal, with his divine artifact and war pike. He had saved the Mortal Realm from a catastrophe.

Everyone quieted down. The man seemed to be used to this. Without saying anything, he walked straight to the counter.

"Is the war pike on your body 'Zhang Loong'?" A young girl wearing a green robe entered from outside the door with a sweet voice.

The moment the young girl walked into the wine shop, the entire wine shop seemed to light up. The young girl's skin was as white as snow. Her eyebrows were like a painting, and her beautiful eyes were especially clear and bright. She was around fifteen or sixteen years old, and although she looked a little immature, her entire body exuded a kind of noble temperament that could not be described with words. A slightly older person would definitely be worthy of the words peerless beauty. Atma could already be considered a famous beauty in Lut Gholein, but she was not as good as this young girl.