The scream made the Demon Root tremble, and the derivative surged back like a tide, turning into a part of the body surface in the blink of an eye. All that was left was the runaway one, bouncing around.

It's not that they can't take it back forcibly, but they have scruples.

It was precisely this scruple that made it suddenly think of many possibilities - why is it only the one in front of it that is out of control? What if this is another trap? In case, something takes advantage of the chaos to mix into the body.

Thinking of this, it secretly screamed, no! The surface of the body cracked again, and more derivatives poured out like a tide. With a tidal outpour, the runaway token let out another piercing scream.

Time passed in the mogen's paranoia, and the derivative's movements gradually changed from jerky to smooth. The panicked soul finally took complete control of the body, and the memories in the soul slowly turned into a part of the body.

The Demon Root also obtained a lot of memory fragments at this moment.

Soul!

Demon Root was shocked, it turned out that death would leave an echo instead of dissipating completely. A question then popped up - do I have a soul too?

Otherwise, why would I feel a deeper tremor at this moment?

Shiver didn't all come from this, because it saw so many unimaginable scenes.

Unfortunately, those memories are too vague and shattered. But he still knew about the world ruled by the gods, and Dark Night was only one of them. Even though, it holds the real power of terror - death. Many times, it is more like the background of other gods, hidden in some obscure prayer.

Now, it finally knows what the dark night looks like - a boy with his head bowed and holding a cat. When I saw this image in my memory, its huge tentacles involuntarily slapped heavily on the head. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have fallen into this unsmart trap so easily.

Mogen sighed and continued to look through the fragments.

It is a lonely deity, always outside the gods. Otherwise, why wouldn't there be any other gods to help in the battle with it?

And it is not interested in mortals, and when the gods accept the power of all spirits through faith, it is the only one who chooses to stand by and watch. Although it has also concealed the nature of death through the darkness of the night, and has countless followers for it, death is death. It always rejects the faith of the living until the patience of the believers is exhausted.

When he saw this, Mogen couldn't help but feel deeply sorry. If it were yourself, you wouldn't give up on those people if you say anything, because that represents - power!

Soon, he realized he was wrong.

It turns out that the power of death comes from death itself, and it finally understands how death reads all souls. Many things are completely different from what it imagined, and death does not need to wander in the world of the living, but only quietly wait in the realm of the dead, the Netherworld!

The conversation from not so long ago came to mind again:

"Where is this?"

"Where? this is the ...... of the endless abyss next to death."

It only now truly understood what "adjacent" meant, and why this soul was inexplicably here.

The memory is here, and it becomes extraordinarily clear. The majestic castle, the tall and solemn hall, and the awe-inspiring dark throne, but the chaos of the scene ruined everything.

Accompanied by loud complaints of dissatisfaction, there are strange dogs running after the young woman, and there are old men lamenting the hammer waist. What made it even more unbelievable was that there were still several old corpses sitting crookedly......

This is the temple of the dead?

The image flashed, and the soul was not qualified to stay at all, and was casually thrown out of the side door. That casual attitude is like discarding a pile of useless garbage

Then, all the unimaginable poison in the world unfolded before my eyes. It was even more incomprehensible confusion, unbelievable yet taken for granted.

At least, the Demon Root felt a glimmer of legitimacy from the slightest wisp of memory. Although it is not clear why, it is understood.

It believed that the gods would never make fun of these poor creatures, and that there must be something deep in them. For example, observing the nature of all souls in the midst of chaos. For example, to gain their power in the fear of all spirits.

This made the root ecstatic, and it felt that it had discovered the true secret of all souls—chaos and fear were the beginning of everything. Now, it knows what to do.

Wait!

Since this place is adjacent to death, the appearance of scattered souls should not be accidental. Although it is already a prisoner, the Demon Root does not feel that it will die, and it still has enough time to wait and accumulate.

......

After watching the bustle for a while, Bran didn't notice anything, so he turned his gaze elsewhere. It would not have occurred to him that the Demon Root had taken a corner of the Netherworld as the whole thing, and confused the few unbelievers with all the spirits.

Even if he knew, he didn't have time to pay attention for the time being, just because the first real guests from the Northland came.

Bran didn't expect so many people to come, and so many of them weren't on the list of the first invitees. They exploited the loopholes of traditional habits and rushed over in clusters of invitees.

As the host, you must greet you in person, even if it's just for show.

"I heard you tried against Lily and lost. Uncle smiled and patted Bran on the shoulder, "Don't be discouraged, a momentary victory or defeat doesn't mean anything." ”

Seeing his uncle being surrounded by people first, Bran helplessly explained: "I still have a back hand, so it can only be regarded as a tie." ”

Soon, the heavy axe came to Bran's side, and before he could speak, he slapped him on the shoulder, "I heard that Flowey intervened in your competition with Lily. Don't do this in the future, it won't sound good to spread out. ”

Bran exhaled heavily, "I didn't intervene, I just didn't see you for too long and I was in a hurry to say hello." As you know, we lived together for a long time when we were at the lodge.

Huahua and her sister also have a very good relationship, and they were negligent for a while. ”

Heavy Axe patted Bran on the shoulder again, "I knew it was a misunderstanding. ”

Bran grinded his teeth, and without thinking about it, he knew that it was the little bastards in Wings City who did a good deed. Today, it's definitely going to be a shame......

Sure enough, someone in my ear greeted me again: "I heard that you the guy when you competed with Lily." ”

The chain link snapped, and the bone staff appeared in Bran's hand. He wasn't going to hide it, and he couldn't hide it, so he pretended to be generous and said, "It's this weapon, even Lily envy."

Don't touch it! You've heard from the little bastards in Wings that even Lily can't touch this bone staff. ”

Hearing Bran's scolding, the crowd burst into laughter and hurried past Bran.

Waves of people jokingly walked past him, until his parents, who walked at the end, appeared in front of Bran with Adam.