It's another day, and Thor opens his eyes to see the cold and darkness that fills the room.

Sometimes life is really wonderful to think about, a day passes when you open your eyes and you close your eyes, and a lifetime passes when you open your eyes and close your eyes.

Stubborn stones can't last long, let alone you and me.

Thor has always been a weak grabber for money, but he has turned this greed to his own strength.

Think about the zombie horde you encountered yesterday, the group of walking demon spirits, it's a pity. If you can destroy them one by one, you may already be second-order when you wake up today, and of course, you may have fallen on the way to advancement.

After getting up, washing, eating a casual meal, and feeding the skull rat a few more leaves, Thor pushed open the door to the hut.

The smell of wilderness came to my face, and it seemed like there had been a rain last night, which had caused the fresh air to drop a few temperatures.

Lifting the hoe leaning against the side of the house, Thor walked into the cemetery with his arms flailed.

Knock apart a passing skeleton, expertly sweep the bones with a hoe, send them back to the nearby grave, and then continue on the walk, looking for the next restless guy.

This is part of the overall work of the grave keeper, numb and repetitive.

I don't know if when I die, I won't want to sleep like them, crawling out of a lonely place and walking around in the form of skeletons.

After knocking the second skeleton in the cemetery apart, Thor's movements suddenly stopped, and the hoe in his hand seemed to become as heavy as a giant sword in an instant, and grief suddenly tightened his heart.

If one day, Kovel crawls out of the cemetery .......

Anyway, I shouldn't have recognized her by then, and in the end Thor found a reason for himself to be relieved. Fortunately, the grave keeper is himself, not Shogues, otherwise I don't know if that guy will cry and faint by then.

The moment the third skeleton was knocked apart, Thor turned around with a shocked expression, but unfortunately it was too late.

In fact, Thor had actually seen him just now, and when he searched for the skeleton with his dark vision, he stood there without making a sound or moving, like a tree in the dark.

Thor also subconsciously thought it was a tree at first glance, and then turned his attention to the skeleton walking next to him. However, in order to keep the tombstones neat and the cemetery open, there are actually no trees in the cemetery.

By the time Thor turned around with a flash of thought, it was too late after all.

It has to be said that man is a habitual animal after all, and it has been a time since he became a grave keeper, and this is the first time Thor has been attacked in his vegetable garden.

The cemetery was his vegetable garden, and he knew how many steps he could walk to the fence at the edge of the cemetery, and he knew who in the town he had buried with his own hands.

He cleaned the cemetery, walked here, enjoyed the cool here, and wept as he watched his beloved woman mourn here. Even in the corner of the cemetery, he cultivated a field and planted wild vegetables that changed the season.

It was only at this moment that Thor remembered that no matter how idle he was, this place was still a part of the wilderness.

A zombie slammed Thor to the ground with a lunge, and the hoe rolled to the side.

The moment he saw the enemy, Thor knew it was going to be bad. A zombie of great force pressed down on his body, and Thor knew that he was far from being an opponent without relying on pure strength without the help of a sharp blade, but it was useless to know.

The zombie's hideous rotten face slumped down, and the target was clearly trying to bite off his own neck.

Thor gritted his teeth and used all his strength to grab the zombie by the neck with one hand and slam his fist with the other, trying to push him away or knock him over, but to no avail.

It turns out that if something is calculated from the beginning to the end, if there are no variables in it, then the result will come eventually, for better or for worse.

Thor used both hands, trying his best to keep the zombie's head off his neck, only to watch in despair as his fangs approached him inch by inch.

"Click~"

Thor felt as if he was caught in a trap near his right shoulder, and then he was being bitten off more than bitten. Thor's entire right hand was torn off by the zombie and tossed aside.

“...... Huh!" Thor's mouth curled into an incomprehensible chuckle.

He didn't feel any pain.

He slashed into the zombie's eye socket with his left hand, then headbutted and gnashed with his teeth, then turned around and picked up the hoe and slammed it. He didn't know how he killed the other party, and he didn't even know if he killed the other party in the end.

In fact, from the moment his right hand was broken, it didn't matter what the result would be for Thor.

Living in this world, he has always been very clear that some mistakes cannot be made, and if they are made, there is no chance to correct them.

Looking at the broken arm on one side, Thor suddenly felt an extremely absurd sense of unreality in his heart. Eventually, he was rocking with a hoe,...... Fainted.

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It's another day, and Thor opens his eyes to see the cold and darkness that fills the room.

In the next moment, he suddenly rose from the bed, his eyes quickly turned to the side, and looked at his right hand.

He clenched his fist, and a familiar sense of power came from his right hand.

A long silence passed.

It's a real ...... Damn bad dreams!

After washing, eating a casual meal, and feeding the head rat a few more leaves, Thor pushed open the door to the hut.

Lifting the hoe leaning against the side of the house, Thor walked into the cemetery with his arms flailed.

After knocking out the skeletons he encountered along the way, sweeping their bones into a pile and reburying them, Thor began his day with great skill.

However, when Thor reached the center of the cemetery, his whole body trembled with horror, as if he had seen the greatest horror in the world in an instant.

In a corner of the cemetery, a flaming crimson demon spirit appeared at some point, and it seemed that even the wind could not change its swaying. As for the original owner who left the demon soul, it's gone, whether he's a zombie or something else.

Almost all monsters in the wilderness that will appear demon souls will gradually disappear after death, and even demon souls will eventually dissipate with the wind after being ignored for a long time.

Based on the phenomenon of the disappearance of the monster's corpse, the adventurers agreed that all the vitality and vitality of the monster were condensed in the demon soul, so it would eventually disappear without a trace.

Whether this statement is true or not is unknown, but at least it is recognized by a group of adventurers.

At this moment, Thor stared at the demon soul in the corner, and then slowly turned his gaze back to his right hand, and the whole person stood there in a huge chaos.

This is...... What's going on? going back in time? The dream is real, or is it not a dream at all? But if everything is real, why is your right hand still growing on you?

Thor stood still and fell into deep thought, trying to come back to his senses and make the right judgment.

Perhaps, it wasn't a dream, and he did encounter a zombie raid in the cemetery. Then, when he was in a coma of exhaustion, a passing adventurer happened to save himself and sent himself back to the bed in the house......

But this is simply impossible, Saul just picks up a random detail and tears apart the conjecture.

Because his usual hoe was leaning against the side of the house, it was impossible for the adventurer to put the hoe back after saving him, and was the right hand he had broken back for the adventurer?

Well, in other words, it's to kill the zombie yourself, then put the hoe back in place when you're delirious, and then go back to the hut yourself and sleep on your bed......

But it's still a question, even if everything is done by sleepwalking, how did the right hand that was broken by himself grow.

Okay, now let's talk about going back in time, if everything goes backwards and the hand grows back to himself, why didn't the zombie turn into a demon soul and not go back?

On the other hand, since his right hand is still there, the biggest possibility is that the scene of fighting zombies may not have really happened. But a new question arises again, so where did the demon soul that appeared in the cemetery come from at this moment?

This demon spirit appeared just in time and coincided with his own dreams? Thor didn't believe it.

Unless you happen to have a dream about a zombie, and there happens to be a zombie or some other monster in the cemetery outside the house, and when you are asleep, the monster plays around and finally plays itself to death, silently turning into a demon soul and putting it there.

Then wake up and open the door yourself...... In the end, Thor smiled helplessly, because he couldn't make it up himself.

So what the hell is going on here?

It was a seemingly uncomplicated matter, but it made Thor completely fall into the fog.

He even remembered a recent rumor in the town that the grave keeper Saul Drake had become completely abnormal due to the unknown being frightened by the unknown because of his long experience with the dead.

There is no such thing as absolute sanity, because your reason or your judgment is all based on the reality in front of you, and as reality extends and changes, your judgment gradually changes.

But if the reality in front of you is confused and illusory, where should your judgment go?

Of course, you can still hold on to your original judgment that you think is correct, but that can no longer be called reason, but stubbornness. Because you turn a blind eye to the reality in front of you, choose to deviate from it, and just cling to what reality looks like in your mind.

Until he thought that his head hurt Thor still didn't get anything, and in the end he could only not think about it, this was not an escape, but powerlessness.

He walked around the demon soul and took a closer look, there was no blood on the ground, no of his own, no zombies, and there was no trace of a fight around.

Maybe it's because you're not a tracer, or maybe it's all buried by some prankster?

Finally Thor turned the hoe upside down and examined the blade carefully, but he still couldn't see anything except a few notches from the years, and some marks from the wear and tear of the knocking excavation. There was no blood, and there was no rotten flesh on the zombies.

The matter is finally settled here, and it can only be stopped.

For the rest of the day, Thor was in a state of restless fugue.

Barely staying up until nightfall, Thor went to the town's tavern, found Shogues, and told him this strange and inexplicable story.