God-level Store Manager - Chapter 3482

[Chapter 2592 Firewood 1/2]

In addition to the help from the role of Rong Guang, Oshia also talked about her experience of meeting Yao Ziyue and others.

“Outsiders… they seem to be everywhere.”

Shelley crossed his arms, lightly tapping his left arm with the index finger of his right hand, and said with interest.

Then he successfully brought the topic to this aspect, and began to enthusiastically discuss various topics such as outsiders, Origin Mall, and Hearthstone Tavern.

The most important thing is a certain boss, why is he doing all this?

Gossip is a woman’s nature, and even if they are members of the Wave, it cannot change this.

However, the discussion still did not come to any special conclusion in the end, and it ended quickly.

O’Shea stood by the campfire, staring at the dying flames.

Sen Bai’s bones were burning as firewood, but they could only emit a weak firelight, and the power of the light was gradually weakening.

When the fire is completely extinguished, darkness will swallow everything up.

“The first fire will be extinguished.”

O’Shea whispered, her ice-crystal eyes reflecting the light of the fire, “Tell me what exactly happened.”

“Yes.”

Gilena nodded, explaining what they had experienced. Described it in detail.

At the end, she also looked at the burning bonfire.

Oshia didn’t speak, walked to the front of the bonfire, took a dagger from her waist and slashed it in her hand, and bright red blood instantly poured out from the wound.

His eyebrows wrinkled slightly, but other than that, his expression didn’t change much.

Gilena and others were silent, obviously not surprised by O’Shea’s actions.

Oshia stepped forward, and through the gaps between the piles of bones, she could vaguely see the flickering red light, and the spiral sword was inserted in the center of the bonfire.

She stretched out her palm and grasped the hilt of the spiral sword.

The blood is scarlet, and the hands and wrists are stained red, which looks quite dazzling against the white skin.

The blade of the spiral sword has a spiral shape, as if it was forcibly twisted by some external force. It is the same as the bonfire and has the same dark red color.

It looked like it had been taken out of the stove for a while but had not completely cooled down.

Blood slowly flowed down the hilt of the sword.

Passing through the sword body, it gradually spreads along the spiral pattern, and the dark red light of the sword body seems to become much brighter wherever it passes.

No one spoke, the surroundings were silent, and it seemed that even the roars of the monsters had faded away.

The bonfire seemed to be the center of the world.

The dim light attracted everyone’s attention.

The blood flows at a constant speed, not like blood, but like some kind of living liquid.

O’Shea’s expression remained unchanged and she watched silently, waiting for the moment when the blood would enter the bonfire.

Maybe a minute, maybe ten minutes.

Finally, the long trek is over and we finally reach the end of the journey.

The crystal clear, bright red blood filled with endless vitality came into contact with the flames, dripped and blended into it.

In just a moment, everyone felt the change.

The dying embers began to burn again, and a faint fire rose up and gradually became brighter.

The invisible field that enveloped the tower was also infused with power, and began to expand toward the surroundings, like the dawn of dawn, driving away the darkness.

The monsters that suddenly left the black mist roared in pain, but could not escape the fate of being burned to ashes.

The black mist receded, revealing the eroded and corrupted earth.

⑧BοОК．

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Oshia released her hand holding the sword hilt and looked at her palm. The scars left earlier had healed and would disappear completely in a short time without leaving a trace.

Patroller.

It is also the fuel for the first fire.

To keep the first fire burning, the giant turned himself into firewood.

Her body is filled with blood from ancient times, and she was born with a corresponding mission.

O’Shea retracted her palm, and her eyes fell on the bonfire in front of her. Compared with the original state that was about to be extinguished, a faint flame was burning without wind.

Weak, tenacious.

“Even with Lady O’Shea’s bloodline power, it’s still so weak.”

Gilena knelt down and spoke in a low voice, as if she was afraid that the breath from her mouth would affect the burning of the flames.

“Perhaps at some time in the future, there will be no more people in this world who can light a bonfire.” O’Shea shook her head slightly.

The flickering firelight dispersed the darkness.

Bringing rare peace of mind in this dark and lightless place.

The monsters retreated, as if they felt that staying here was useless. The black mist surged and turned into whirlpools from time to time, like eyeballs, peeping into the state of light.

When the light fades, darkness will return again.

O’Shea found a seat and sat down, hugging her legs and looking at the bonfire in front of her in a daze.

Others discussed various topics in hushed tones.

After being mentally tense for such a long time, you will always feel tired after relaxing. It is necessary to take a good rest.

“Lord O’Shea.”

A voice came from the side, O’Shea turned her head, and Gilena handed over a piece of food.

“Thank you.”

O’Shea took it, a warm feeling came from her hands, the smell of food awakened her sleeping sense of smell, and her throat rolled.