But the mottled and complicated fragments of memory, at this moment, froze into a picture.

It was a dark cavern, and his emaciated body lay on the ground, his godless eyes closed, and his life froze. His corpse slowly swelled, deteriorated, and decayed, and finally became a skeleton.

A miserable white and eerie skeleton.

"I'm Turas, but I seem to be ...... Dead?" Turas snapped his eyes open as he understood the message.

When he opened his eyes, more information came in.

After his death, his reluctance, resentment, and obsession with leaving made him insane. And then wander around that dead island, year after year. During this time, many people entered the island, and many others were killed by him.

Each time he killed a living person, he went back to sleep in his place of bones, waiting for the next living person to enter. As if he had become a scavenger of the island, he had gotten rid of everything that seemed glaring to him.

It wasn't until I don't know how many years later he saw a living person again, and that living person was so powerful that he seemed to be wiped out by that living person.

"Hey, no. If I'm wiped out, why do I still exist now?" Turas pondered, not even noticing the change in his surroundings.

"But I was killed by that strange gun?" Turas still couldn't tell if he was an undead or a spirit.

As he wondered to himself, a voice suddenly reached Turas's ears.

"Awake?"

It's a light and light sound, with a long and elegant finish that sounds very pleasant.

Huh, pleasant?

Turas was stunned suddenly, what a beautiful word, why did he suddenly use this word to describe this sound?

All the emotions he could perceive since he was trapped in that dark and dead silence were negative, darkness, fear, helplessness, madness, and killing and death, these melodies have always lingered in the fragments of his memory.

Let him sink and fall in the darkness all the time.

He never thought that one day he would suddenly be happy because of the pleasant ear, this is a very small and subtle joy, ordinary people may not notice, but Tulas, who has never felt a positive emotion for thousands of years, sensitively captures the change in his heart.

How long has it been since he felt this kind of beauty?

At this moment, Turas found himself feeling as if he felt the light.

It's so nostalgic. As if he had been reunited with a friend he hadn't seen for a long time, Turas couldn't help but laugh with a burst of joy in his heart.

"What are you happy about?" Naturally, it was Ingres who spoke, and he could perceive all the subtle movements of Turas with his mental power, so he knew that Turas's current smile was naturally full of happiness.

Is it because of the freshmen, so are you happy?

"Your voice is very pleasant and makes me feel very happy. Turas smiled and narrowed his eyes, not caring at all where the voice came from or who was speaking, what he cared about was that the withered consciousness that had not been drenched in rain for a long time was slowly rejuvenating.

"Thank you for the compliment. Angel said softly, his eyes still fixed on Tulas.

Turas laughed, even more baby-faced.

Handsome like the girl next door, if he has long hair in his helmet and changes into women's clothes, Ingres estimates that Turas should be able to hook the hearts of many young people who are ready to move.

"I can't sense your joy, but wouldn't you mind sharing your story with me when your happiness has passed?" Ingres asked again.

Turas smiled even more happily, and said vaguely: "Your voice is in line with my sound aesthetics." So, I can grant your request. ”

With Turas's approval, Angel did not force him to confess immediately, but politely waited for a while.

It wasn't until Turas's smile faded that Angel asked, "Are you Turas?"

"I am. ”

Angel: "Haven't you ever wondered who I am since you woke up?"

Tulas: "I know who you are, you are the wizard who killed me?"

"Kill you, do you think so? Do you think you're dead?" Ingres continued to ask, wanting to see if there was any deviation in the nature of Turas's memory and his ability to think.

Turas pondered for a moment: "I don't know, but I think you killed me, killed me who is not like me. ”

"Not like you?" said Angel with a smile, "do you mean you who are full of anger? ”

"That's right, you're killing the self I hate, the self I can't control. Speaking of which, I should also thank you for letting him disappear from my mind. As for the tyrannical king, it was just a rumor deliberately spread by a traitorous nobleman who was robbed by me, and I don't know why it was actually used......"

"However, I like the name "The King of Violence" very much, and it fits well with the aesthetics of my name. ”

From Turas's conversation, Angels basically confirmed one thing. Turas's memory and thinking should have recovered, not only remembering the events of his life, but also the events of the time of the dead.

It seems that the effect of the reincarnation overture is really as Sanders originally speculated, six white light bullets can only be used on one undead, and the final effect is to return the undead to the soul state.

Angel immediately took out the Codex and quickly recorded the results of the subject.

While recording, Ingres did not forget to tell Turas Kop some things: "After ordinary people die, there is a certain chance that a soul will be born. If the soul is not interfered with by external forces, and has great resentment or obsession before death, there is a chance that it will degenerate into an undead spirit, and the body of the undead is almost full of negative energy......"

After Angel Science was finished, Tulas was stunned and said, "It turns out that I was in the state of the undead before, and now I have become a soul state again?"

"That's right, those six bullets that let you return them as souls are estimated to be unique in the wizarding world, and they are extremely precious. So, you're lucky to be able to get back to the real world. ”

After listening to this, it dawned on Tulas. No wonder he felt happy before, it was because he was no longer an undead!

"Although you are now in a soul state, if you continue to be exposed to negative emotions and powers for a long time, there is still the possibility of depravity. Therefore, I advise you not to cling to obsessions, because if you degenerate into the undead again, my bullets will be in vain. Angler paused: "Of course, I'm just suggesting that you do whatever you want." ”

No matter how depraved it is, it can add new data to the experiment. So, Ingres doesn't mind if Russ will fall, but before he does, he should at least make it clear about the island.

"I'm relaxed now, and I don't want to go back to the time of madness......" Turas said fearfully, suppressed for a thousand years, and he understood the value of tranquility at the moment.

"By the way, Wizard, are we still on that dead island?" said Turas suddenly.

Angel noticed a flash of anxiety in Tulas's eyes as he said this. He shook his head: "No, I brought you out." ”

When he heard that he had left the cage, Tulas's expression froze, a string in his heart snapped and broke, and a clear sky seemed to appear above his head, and a heavy stone pressed in his heart suddenly shattered.

Really left? Really left!

Whether it is the obsession of the dead or the desire of the soul, it is to leave the cage that shackles him!

It was a long time before Turas calmed down.

Now that he's out of the cage, where is he going next?Turas knew that it might all be up to the wizard to decide.

He surveyed his surroundings to determine where he was, talking to the wizard outside.

It was a small room with empty walls, and there was nothing but a window that looked like a church in a colorful way.

Turas tentatively walked to the window, and as he peered through the colored window paper, he took a few steps back sharply.

Outside, he couldn't see anything else, only a raging fire.

"Could it be that I'm in the Abyss of Flames now?" exclaimed Turas.

Ingres glanced at the miniature carved church in his hand, and then at the burning stove beside him, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

With a wave of his hand, like Frog's side, he arranged a fantasy for Turas's room, with a bed, a seat, and a book, and even put "The Tide of the Magic Night" on the prominent desk with a wicked taste.

Turas looked at the suddenly changing room around him, his face surprised. He walked around the room and finally chose to sit cross-legged on the bed: "It's been a long time since I've slept in such a soft bed, it's too much for my furniture aesthetics." It's just that I don't like to put the front of the bed facing out of the mirror. ”

Ingres: "......"

The sound has aesthetics, the name has aesthetics, and even the furniture has aesthetics? Ingres suddenly felt that the painting style of Turas in front of him seemed to be getting more and more deviated, and sure enough, the family was not credible. The mighty image in "The Sound of the Tide in the Magic Night" should still pass away with the wind.

"This room will be yours from now on, you can come as you like how you want to decorate it. Ingres said.

Turas nodded, and then he said, "Wizard, can you tell me why you spent your precious bullet to turn me back into a soul and take me out of that dead island?"

"There are two reasons, first, I want you to answer some of my questions, and second, you are now my experimental sample, so naturally you should take it with you. When Ingres said the test sample, he deliberately observed Turas's expression and found that there was nothing unusual about his expression, which surprised him a little.

"Aren't you afraid?" Ingres asked, raising an eyebrow.

"The wizard has worked so hard to get me back from the dead, so I don't think I'll have to go to any trouble getting me back, right? Turas sat cross-legged on the bed, spreading his hands and shrugging.

"Looks like you've resigned yourself to your fate. ”

"I can't do it if I don't accept my fate, I can't do it, Lord Wizard. Turas said helplessly.

"Not necessarily, you should have memories of the time when you were undead, right? Originally, you killed a wizard apprentice of the White Shell Shipping Company. ”

Turas remembered for a moment, but did not remember anything. Because his memory as an undead is very confusing, he killed too many people, as long as the outside world came into the ship, he would slaughter, and he didn't care who was who.

"Yes? I don't remember. But even if I did, I found out that I could teleport when I was undead, and I might have killed a wizard apprentice who wasn't very good at it...... Now that it's a soul, it can't teleport, so how can it be better than the wizard. ”

Angel wondered, "You can't do spatial movement now, isn't spatial movement your natural ability?"