The relationship between Uncle Spider and PM2.5 makes me feel strange.

When they were in the dungeon, they didn't talk much.

And from the tone just now, I think they are probably the same level, or unrelated classes.

Like Little's cronies and the Grand Duke?

One is the right of cronies, and the other is the right of oneself?

The mobility of the body still did not return, I could not move, and I could not feel the sensation of external contact.

I can only rely on hearing......

"Easy to say!" PM2.5 took a breath of anger.

"Hmm...... Why didn't he use magic, did he really not? A Blackfeather Clansman who gallops through the world with the power of magic can't use magic??"

"A high-spirited race that never bows its head will beg for help?"

Bang, I heard the sound of my face, and I guess he was slapping me in the face.

"Why haven't you woken up yet?"

"When I heard him say this the second time, I started to square up."

"I'm not going to just be in a vegetative state like this......"

Then I heard him sniff my body,

Sniff, sniff, sniff. "Wow~ What a wonderful body. Fine-quality ingredients that don't have any taste!"

"Well, really, perfect! Huh?!"

Hearing the demon's sudden change of voice, I immediately perked up.

At the same time, I regained consciousness in my body.

But I deliberately didn't move, wanting to continue to hear what the demon was up to.

The demon continued to sniff my body.

"'Demonless Pure Body'? This kid? Don't? You really can't use magic?"

When I heard this, I immediately couldn't bear it!

"Huh? Can't use it?"

Oh my God, I ...... What kind of body is this! Why can't you use it?

I don't know how to use magic because I haven't learned it.

But can't be used?! That means even if I learn magic, I won't be able to use it!

“WYF？！？”

"Oh?! Are you awake?!" The demon immediately leaked out a pleasant voice, "Ah, I don't know why, you smell it now, it smells even better! You're full of despair!"

"Let me think! Why~Oh! Because you found out! You won't be able to use magic for the rest of your life!" The black hand was on his black misty face, the teasing look, the mocking voice, made me feel the fear from the depths of my soul again.

"Yes, as a member of the Black Feather Clan, you can't use magic! Ah~" This PM2.5 hugged himself tightly and said frantically, "What despair! It's like ......."

Before he could finish speaking, I was already breaking down, and I suddenly shouted, "Ahh Be! I'm desperate! But I beg you, can't you use magic to look directly at my memory!!

The more I spoke, the more hoarse I became, and the more I spoke, the more pronounced the crying and pleading.

"I...... Uh-huh......," I sobbed, tears falling in large gulps, "I really don't want to die! Hmm."

Tears broke down.

The demon looked at me, his red eyes widening.

Demon: "Hahahaha, read memories?! All right! I wanted to give you a way to live!"

With that, the demon slapped his big hand on top of my head quickly.

"Huh? Means of subsistence? "It occurred to me for a split second that I might have said something terrible.

"Could it be...... Reading memories will die?! ”

I'm scared, I want to do it all over again!

However, it was too late, and the moment the black hand was placed on top of my head, I immediately felt the same electric shock as before.

Then, in my mind, fragments began to flash.

From the time I was tortured and killed, and then I opened my eyes to see this interrogation room, to the first time I took a shower since becoming a slave.

Memories are like upside-down marquees, one scene after another, constantly flashing in front of my eyes.

"Ahhhhh I screamed like crazy.

The pain was severe from my head all the way to my limbs.

It was as if a huge electric current was causing me to convulse all over.

It feels like the lightning magic from the beginning! No! Worse than.

My muscles didn't listen to me and twitched constantly.

The foam in my mouth, which was constantly spitting, had already slid down my neck......

It seems to be a bit of incontinence as well...... I seem to be peeing......

Constant tears, constant foaming at the mouth.

Eventually, my memories came to an end.

The goblins with the gold earrings threw me sackcloth clothes, took a group shower, and finally, returned to the dungeon.

I think the memories that come out of my eyes at this time probably belong to the marquee......

Finish ...... I'm GG......

The memory of 8 days was only pulled out after more than 10 seconds......

My whole body was like a loose shelf, wilting on the wooden shelf.

However, something strange happened, and just as the marquee in front of me regressed to the scene I had just crossed into the dungeon, the picture suddenly played again.

After I was taken away by Spider Man and MP2.5, I continued to play backwards.

And it's like a computer stuck, and it repeats itself.

Within five times of repeating this, I felt a hot fishy fluid coming out of my eyes, nose and ears.

Immediately after, there was a loud buzzing sound in my head.

I fainted......

"Again...... Dead......"

[After Ninety-Nine's death, this PM2.5 continued to use magic, and was still reading Ninety-Nine's brain frantically.] 】

[But when he found that the ninety-nine breath was completely gone, he immediately stopped the magic.] 】

[His black hand held up the face of Ninety-Nine, which was bleeding, foaming at the mouth, and his eyes were rolling. 】

He smiled contemptuously, "Humph! - In vain, this kid really doesn't know anything!"

"That's right! If I knew, I wouldn't be able to read the memory. Tsk."

[PM2.5 interjects and turns around Ninety-Nine's body twice.] 】

He said anxiously, "So how did he get teleported...... There is no trace of the barrier being destroyed...... Sure enough, I'm going to report this to Mistress Wright."

[At this time, a guard in armor ran outside the door. 】

Guard: "Master Merck! More than 30 adventurers suddenly came to the village of Varovaris to the west, and we couldn't resist it!"

"What? Adventurers again?! What an annoying swarm of flies!" Merck said angrily, and embodied a large cloud of icy frost in his hands.

"Assemble the Legion of Ghost Eaters! Go with me!!"

Guard: "Yes!"

[But just as Merck was about to go out, he suddenly stopped and turned back.] 】

[Performed the resurrection method on the corpse of Ninety-Nine, and a pitch-black magic array appeared under the wooden shelf. 】

[Ninety-nine's cold corpse turned from pale to powdery. After a while, Ninety-Nine exhaled. 】

[But at this time, Ninety-Nine still did not regain consciousness. 】

"Humph! It's a shame to let him die like that!"

[Merck finished speaking with a gloomy face, and then floated away.] 】

……

"Hey! Can you hear me?" A very sweet female voice came to my ears.

Very, very kind......