In truth, Zhang Ming had long since prepared himself for Brother Hao's death. He could even calmly accept his own death.
Even if he really was in a rather miserable state now, afflicted with all those symptoms of being "Homeless"?
There had to be a world hunter in this damned place. Otherwise, how could the world have died?
He had nothing left beside him but an Abyss Axe, a backpack, and the Gourd he could never get rid of.
"Liu Mang and I don't seem all that different. In the end, we both die with nothing."
A man, a dog, and a gourd quietly watched the sun set.
The old dog, who had been so lively, sensed that his time had come. He lay down quietly and did many things unlike his usual behavior. He watched the sun disappear beneath the sea, the last glimmer of light fading away, then looked up at the darkening sky. Then he smelled the earth, savoring the strength that came from life.
Nestled in his owner's arms like that, he gradually lost all signs of life.
The dog with the ability to access an alternate space, possibly the longest-lived dog in history, had finally succumbed to the erosion of time. A breeze brushed past, as though nothing had happened.
"Since this is the grave you chose, I'll bury you here."
Life and death were the most common things in nature.
Apart from the eight difficult years aboard the ship, Brother Hao's life had actually been quite happy after he met Zhang Ming. He had spent it in ignorance and joy.
Yet every life had an end, and that ivy leaf finally withered and fell.
"Brother Hao, you died before me after all." He gripped the Abyss Axe and sighed softly. "I won't bare my