In a corner of the 18 levels of the deep abyss, in front of a short grave, the soil moved and a white palm squeezed out.
This was the hand of an old man. Its skin folded and there was no flesh at all. The skin tightly attached to the bones and it seemed like a dry corpse.
"I am really going to die." The old man climbed out from the soil and he was totally wet. He knew clearly that he was about to die.
No medicine could save him and no doctor could cure him.
"My soul and body have been shattered. I don't have long to live." The hope in the old man's eyes had been extinguished. He knew that he was about to die.
"I am going to die but I can't die in my own home, what a regret." The old man gave a tragic smile and he looked on in despair. Time seemed to flow backwards and he returned to the small sect he spent 20 years at when he was young.
