The March of Dry Bones

Song Yuan, twenty years old, the most foul-mouthed man in the wasteland. His occupation: wandering around with his master's skull strapped to his back. The skull can't talk. It can only curse, and only a skinny girl called A Zhi can hear it. A Zhi, fifteen years old, claims to be a spiritual-root bearer. In reality, she's a spiritual spring in human form. Her occupation: translating for a skull. "Your master says you useless fool brought a spiritual-root bearer back to get him killed." "Your master says there's an old blacksmith three li ahead whose blades can cut down hunter cultivators." "Your master says... this girl looks pretty cute when she smiles." Song Yuan: "Master, you've been dead for ten years. Can you stop worrying about this?" The skull flashed. A Zhi: "Your master says, 'What's it to you?'" A foul-mouthed fool, a girl who tells tall tales, and a cursing skull head west across a wasteland without spiritual energy. They're searching for a spiritual spring. Once they find one, spiritual energy will return. If they live long enough to see that day.