[The Grave Robbers' Chronicles Fan Fiction] Ten Years

At last, the time had come. I stood before the bronze gate, holding the Ghost Seal. The gate let out a deep, heavy sound, then slowly opened from the middle, revealing a narrow gap that gradually widened. There was so much blue mist inside that I couldn't see clearly, but a vague silhouette appeared and slowly approached. My throat felt choked again. I couldn't help mocking myself. Damn it, I'm a grown man, but I'm acting like this, wanting to cry at the drop of a hat. I'm hardly acting like a man. The mist gradually parted, and the figure came to stand before me. Those familiar features were still the same. I couldn't help taking a few steps forward and reaching out to him. When the Bottle Guy saw me, he reached out and took my hand. Suddenly, he smiled, just like he had when he entered the gate. Then he said, "Wu Xie, take me home." My tears came all at once. I couldn't help cursing at him. "Bottle Guy, you son of a bitch, and you only figured out how to say that now..." P.S. This story is probably made up of lots of little short stories. P.S. This story isn't sad.