[成历|西玉]棋手 英文版 001

参见：本章中文原版、译前记
There would be no rain in the Demon Netherworld, thought Hsi Wu dizzy and sleepy. The rain represented he had made it.
He was weakly lying down on the ground, unable to open his eyes or spread his wings. Small raindrops fell on his body and something unknown beside him was emitting smells.
He knew the situation was very dangerous, especially when he was in an unknown place. But the price for fleeing the Netherworld was too big. Although he was immortal, the injury made it impossible for him to move. Weakness filled his body and spirit.