"Cough, cough, ptui, ptui... Damn, what's happening, did I die again?"
Li Pan crawled up from the beach, spat out a mouthful of sand, and groggily opened his eyes, looking around.
Oh, it's not a beach, it's a desert.
An endless desert, the sandstorm piercing, thousands of miles without a cloud. The galaxy spans across the sky with stars twinkling, a solitary moon hangs high in the clear sky, its cold light shining directly down, turning the desert into a stretch of rotten silver.
Li Pan looked up at the full moon for a while, gradually coming to his senses.
At this moment, his head felt empty, as if he'd gotten confused while sleeping, frowning at the sand for a long time, and then suddenly remembered something, looking at his left hand.
The hand was still there, not just the left hand, the half of his body that was previously obliterated by a glob of green fire spit by Jupiter was all grown back.
