I'm Really A Newcomer

Jiang Mian was in a daze.

"Just keep looking up."

These words seemed to be spoken by Jiang Mian, who had become famous half a year ago, but now he was determined not to say such words.

For some reason, his enthusiasm gradually faded away, and the world in which his consciousness was immersed seemed like an eternal pool of death.

Something that cannot be lost was quietly replaced, and Jiang Mian's soul remained immortal in the Dead Lake.

But at least there are still some unforgettable feelings, so the humans who are about to drown are still struggling and fighting desperately in the middle of the pale lake.

…

Everyone looked at the bone sword that turned into powder and was a little distracted for a while.

The arrogant man was about to sneak away quietly, but in an instant he was swallowed up by the crowd like a wild beast.

There is no Internet in Xiniland, so everyone usually plays for real.

This man is going to get shit today because the Sinilans won't let him go.

Alva swallowed in shock, but at least she hadn't lost her job.

"Please, please... follow me back to the hunting place." Alva stuttered.

Meng Aniu stared blankly at the retreating figures of Alva and Jiang Mian without moving.

In the hunting house, Alva took out a delicate domino from the cabinet.

Her slender right hand held a sharp carving knife made of unknown material.

Under Alva's concentrated carving, the excess powder of the domino disappeared between the sky and the earth, and a vivid hieroglyph appeared in the center of the domino, with a faint mysterious halo flowing from stroke to stroke.

"This is your nameplate and the hunter's logo." Alva said respectfully.

Hunter is the most noble profession in Xiniland. A hunter of at least level 6 is extremely rare even in Xiniland.

"You can take the hunting order at will. There is no time limit for the hunting order in the hunting area, but this is not the case in the semi-hunting area. Failure to send the target prey to any hunting place for certification before the expiration date of the hunting order will be punished by the Hunter Alliance ." Alva reminded.

" besides……"

"You can use the hunter logo to build your own hunter's cabin in Gana." Alva said with some yearning.

After the registration was completed, Jiang Mian left the hunting place, but the crowd watching the excitement had not yet dispersed.

Meng A Niu was still standing where he was, but Jiang Mian seemed to be heading to the next destination alone.

"Thank you for taking care of me all day. We'll see you later." Jiang Mian patted Meng A Niu on the shoulder and said.

But Meng A Niu knew that after meeting by chance, they might say goodbye forever, because Ye Zi never came back after leaving. The technological development of West Niland is very backward, and the only connection with the outside world is the cargo ships and small boats that travel to and from the Rose Sea.

He has probably become a very powerful person, like the great Akalina.

Meng Aniu looked down at his toes in despair.

As if something suddenly occurred to him, Jiang Mian blinked his clear eyes.

"The young man from nineteen years ago that Uncle Meng Zhong talked about yesterday...is his name Ye Zi?" Jiang Mian asked.

"You...you know him?" Meng Aniu said hastily.

"Yeah." After hearing the expected answer, Jiang Mian curled her lips in satisfaction.

"How is he now?"

"He is now... one of the most powerful people in Jiuchuan." Jiang Mian said softly.

…

Under Meng A Niu's watch, Jiang Mian walked towards the bustling market.

The curious crowd naturally made way for this powerful sixth-level hunter.

He is like a lonely traveler.

…

Jiyue Military Camp.

Ye Zi, who was wearing a killing military uniform, lowered his eyes and looked at the old bone nameplate in his palm.

"Military Commander, the time has come." A general knocked on the door respectfully.

Ye Zi stood up and left without any delay, but when closing the door, he gently threw the nameplate back.

A coquettish Manjushua flower suddenly appeared on the ground. Dozens of filamentous red petals wrapped around the nameplate and fell into the tender heart of the flower.

Manshu Shahua gently put the nameplate back into the cabinet, and then pulled it out of the space in an instant.

…

Such ethereal things as memories always have to be continued through some concrete objects.

People will grow old and die, and the unforgettable memories will eventually become buried objects.

Thousands of years later, people's impression of Ye Jingzhe will be the solemn portrait in textbooks and in front of the mausoleum, but at least there is a photo of Ye Jingzhe and him laughing happily on the wall of Ye Jingzhe's office.

People in the future can truly see the beautiful scenery at that time, imagine their hearty laughter, and understand their joyful mood.

Then people will speculate that Ye Jingzhe is not such a serious person, he is kind and interesting.

Ye Zi has not forgotten Xinilan.

Perhaps it was the bone nameplate in the cabinet that was constantly being picked up and put down, and the hunter's cabin in Jana that had been locked for many years.

Or maybe the young and coquettish young man in the photo on the wall, and the brown-skinned woman next to him who is as domineering and graceful as his sister.

At least with these precious things, the human soul will not really die.

Even if you are facing the will of gods or the entire world.