It's a good idea, but it seems to lack a bit of humanity.
Although there is no need for them to consider this now, but no matter what...
"Then let's keep vigil first, and then I'll wake Brother Fool and ask him to get up and accompany you..." Baomu said.
"It's really not necessary, I can do it by myself," Mr. Shen smiled, "Don't you trust me yet?"
The two of them took a look at Mr. Shen’s sleeves.
Really worried.
You don't even have any hands, how can anyone feel reassured?
"It's not that I don't worry about you, but it's our habit and the safest arrangement for two people to stay vigil." The fool said this even against his will. After all, the results of the last vigil between the two were still fresh in his mind. "In my opinion, Baomu's plan is good, let's just settle it, I'll go to bed first, then... call me in three hours."
The fool got back into the tent. Baomu turned to give Mr. Shen a friendly smile and laid out a cushion for Mr. Shen.
"This is good," Baomu said, sitting on the ground, "We can talk all night long."
"Uh-huh."
Then Baomu fell asleep.
Mr. Shen looked helplessly at Bao Mu, who was sleeping soundly. Listening to the even breathing coming from the tent, he adjusted his sitting posture, raised his head, and looked calmly at the night sky.
The stars and moon here are clear and bright, and the twinkling stars seem to be closer than those at the foot of the mountain. Several melodies floated leisurely in Mr. Shen's mind. When those notes echoed in his ears, Mr. Shen's arms began to swing unconsciously. , it took him a few seconds before he remembered, ah, that he was a pianist who had lost his hands.
Where are your hands?
If, as they say, their hands are on this mountain, why don't they appear in front of them?
As their own hands, shouldn't they miss their master?
I really want to find them.
I really hope they appear in front of me now.
Good hope...
Mr. Shen suddenly felt an itching pain on his left ankle.
"Baomu?" Mr. Shen was still staring at the purple-black sky, "You're awake."
No one answered.
The itching pain disappeared, and after a while, it reappeared in my knee.
"Baomu you..."
Mr. Shen frowned and stood up, looked at his knees, and was stunned.
A white skeleton hand was hanging on his knee, climbing towards his upper body little by little.
"Ah!—Ugh!..."
Just as Shen Fu was about to open his mouth to scream, a cold object came from behind him and covered his face directly, suppressing his screams.
"Uh!...Uh!..."
Mr. Shen was knocked down by the thing covering his face. He was struggling desperately on the ground. The skeleton hand on his leg had crawled to his chest. Mr. Shen tried to wave it away with his remaining arm, but he didn't think about it. The skeleton hand actually jumped up nimbly, jumped directly onto his shoulders, and strangled his neck fiercely.
Shen Fu's eyes widened. The force coming from the skeleton's hand was extremely huge. In just half a second, he already heard a rattling sound from his spine.
Dying...
Wait, haven't you already died?
Why do you still have to suffer this kind of injustice even though you are dead?!
Shen Fu felt sad. This severe grievance made him burst out with a stronger desire to live than when he was alive. He gritted his teeth and controlled his right leg, trying to straighten it, and then kicked Bao Mu in the butt. .
Baomu was leaning on the strong bone beams of the tent. He was kicked by Mr. Shen and immediately lost his balance and fell to the ground with a bang.
Baomu woke up from his dream. He was lying on the ground, unable to realize where he was now.
"here it is……"
"Uh!...Uh huh huh!..."
There was a strange sound behind me.
Bao Mu suddenly jumped up from the ground and looked at Mr. Shen who was rolling on the ground.
"Mr. Shen, you...ah! Those hands!"
The pair of skeletal hands finally appeared together this time, with one hand covering Mr. Shen's face and the other hand surrounding his throat. Mr. Shen's neck was almost deformed.
Baomu immediately rushed over. He used all his strength to hold down Mr. Shen's hand on his neck and shouted loudly for help.
As the fool's eager response sounded, the tent began to shake. After a while, the fool inside hurriedly climbed out.
"Baomu! Shen..."
Unexpectedly, as soon as he saw the fool's face, the skeleton hand on Mr. Shen's face suddenly abandoned him, flew to the fool's body, and was about to pounce on the fool's neck.
The fool had been wary of its hand and did not give it a second chance to attack him. Instead, he grabbed the skeletal hand viciously and pinned it to the ground.
The fool half-crouched and put his other hand into the tent to rummage around.
The strength of the skeleton hand was evenly matched with that of the fool, and there was a possibility of escape at any time. Baomu used all his strength to deal with the other skeleton hand, and his face turned red.
"Brother idiot...idiot..."
Baomu was about to cry, and Mr. Shen had already rolled his eyes, leaving only his legs still twitching.
After a long while, the fool finally came back from the tent. He raised a silver object and stabbed the skeleton hand on the ground.
Creak...
Slightly... slightly...
Baomu was completely stunned. A sharp short knife with a cold light penetrated the skeletal hand and nailed it 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 up painfully, then loosened, then curled up again. After a while, the skeleton hand stopped twitching and stopped moving.
"This is the saber...ah! Foolish brother! This hand wants to run away!..."
Seeing his companion rushing to the street, the hand holding Mr. Shen's neck decisively chose to run away. The hand quickly climbed on the ground a few times, and a black shadow appeared on it. The fool caught up with it with a knife. He raised the knife and dropped it. , that hand, like its brother, turned into a pile of twitching bones.
The fool stood up with a sigh and looked at the two skeleton hands skewered on the knife like skewers.
"Are you okay?" Baomu shook Mr. Shen's shoulders, "Mr. Shen, can you hear me?"
Mr. Shen's dark eyes turned back, he blinked, and when he was about to speak, he coughed twice.
"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay," Baomu helped Shen Fu up and patted his back, "Would you like some water?"
Mr. Shen waved his hand and raised his head, "What...what's going on?"
He looked at Baomu, and Baomu looked at the fool.
The fool said "uh" and handed the saber with the skeleton hand to Mr. Shen.