On the surface of the boundless river, Chen Ming stood there, the burning green flame suddenly extinguished, only this time, the undead hidden in the river did not set off even a single wave, and it was still as calm as ever.

"Did it work?"

On the throne, An Mixiu smiled happily, the layers of fog did not obstruct his vision, and even because of the source of magic power, he could see everything Chen Ming saw.

Of course, what can make him so happy is not what he already knew, Chen Ming's experience before his death, but his last choice.

"Interesting, really interesting. ”

Stroking his chin intently, his smile was so fascinated that Hubert, who was standing next to him, had a creepy feeling.

With his arms clasped around him, Hubert asked, "Dean, can you tell me his final choice?"

"Ask him yourself. ”

The throne behind him vanished, and An Mixiu stood up and walked forward, "My successor, welcome back." ”

Standing in front of him was Chen Ming, who had already woken up, "Your final choice made me a little impressed." ”

"Desperate Ann Delusion, isn't this the result you want to see?"

Chen Ming discarded the spiritual lantern casually, looked at the person in front of him, and said, "I will bear the malice called jealousy and vanity for eternity. ”

"What?"

Hubert was puzzled, "You didn't kill them?"

"How unfilial should I be?"

Chen Ming sneered and shook his head, and said, "I took them into my spiritual world and raised them with despair. ”

Just this sentence made Hubert's face a little pale.

Of course, he understood what Chen Ming meant, hell is a world where life and the undead coexist, and the way of demon devouring and biting to store magic power with the help of the brand of the undead is even more common in the hell world.

Even speaking, the six red-clothed students of the Nightmare Academy had experienced such baptism when they were young.

From the time of this record, the imprint of eternity did not exist, and the longest, which lasted only five years, disappeared as the age and the adaptation of the magic power faded.

Of course, after many years of research and development, a theoretical eternal imprint has emerged in hell, and the way of this imprinting is not to kill the dead souls and plunder their souls to forcibly engrave them, but to extradite the undead to their own spiritual world, so that they can become perpetual motion machines that provide the power of the imprint.

However, if you want to gain power, you have to pay a price, and the price of this way is to torture the undead with malice, so that they can give birth to more malice, and this malice is the best raw material to keep the brand alive.

However, just offering a little malice is not a price for life in hell at all, and the real price is that as the owner of the brand, you have to go through what the undead go through, day after day, year after year.

Chen Ming uses despair to feed the undead, that is, to let the dead reflect despair, and this kind of despair, the undead experience once, Chen Ming himself has to experience it once, until the end of life, even the end of life.

It is called Fuyang, but it is actually a captivity, imprisoning the undead, and also imprisoning oneself.

This kind of imprint that makes hellish life feel crazy, Hubert can't figure out what kind of hatred would make Tatsunami make this choice.

"Isn't the dean afraid that this will ruin Chenming?"

He looked at An Mixiu, who had always been in a high mood, as if he wanted to see the answer he wanted from the latter's eyes, however, he couldn't read it.

"Let's go, let's go back. ”

An Mixiu smiled, the wand in his hand was pointed on the ground, and the figures of the three disappeared into the world of Styx, returning to the top floor of the academy.

"It's done, it's time for me to leave. ”

Chen Ming didn't intend to stay, and ignored An Mixiu and Hubert, and walked towards the door.

Hubert just wanted to reprimand, but was stopped by An Mixiu and let the rude student leave.

After Chen Ming left, An Mixiu took off his robe and wand, changed back into his original gorgeous dress, and sat leisurely at his desk.

Hubert looked at An Mixiu in bewilderment, looking like he wanted to say something.

"Are you trying to ask, did I already know the location of the dead of Chenming's parents?"

An Mixiu smiled and asked himself, "Yes, I know." ”

"Lord Dean, are we in such a hurry?"

Hubert said, "Even if it is the successor you choose, your subordinates are not sure if Chen Ming will go crazy like those experiments." ”

"You know what?"

An Mixiu stood up, walked around the table to Hubert, and said, "I've seen many, many ghost prints, but ......"

He unbuttoned his shirt and unbuttoned it, revealing a black tattoo on the skin on his chest made of two devilish cheeks, "I've never seen a ghost print like this. ”

"This ......"

The twisted, grotesque, yet perfect pattern left Hubert at a loss, and he had never seen such a pattern.

"Jealousy and vanity. ”

An Mixiu caressed the pattern obsessively and muttered, "Eternal despair will give him infinite strength, perhaps, he will become ...... The presence of her side by side ......"

......

Walking on the road, Chen Ming stroked his chest, unlike An Mixiu, who imitated his appearance, as the host of the undead, he had the most real feelings.

Cold, sharp, desperate.

In his ears, there seemed to be countless voices of resentment, every inch of skin and every joint of his body was a tingling sensation that he couldn't grasp, this feeling was increasing every moment, but the initial feeling would not disappear.

"The most crazy thing is the memory that is constantly instilled in my mind, which does not belong to me, but belongs to me......"

There was no pain on Chen Ming's face, and there was even a smile on the corner of his mouth, "I don't know how long I can last, An Mixiu, you are betting, I am also betting, you bet that you win, I bet that I win." ”

At dusk, he returned to the small building, stood at the door, and said distressedly, "It's all to blame for An Mixiu, who has been going for so long, and he didn't say a word in advance." ”

I don't know why, the endless torture on his body didn't make Chen Ming retreat half a step, but it was just this wall that made him dare not step forward.

"Crunch. ”

The door opened, and Shaqiluo, who was wearing a purple Gothic puffy dress, walked out and came to Chen Ming with a wry smile on her face, her brows furrowed tightly, as if she had been wronged by some great grievance, "I've been hungry for seven days!"

"Forehead ......"

Chen Ming froze in place, looking at her with a smile and a long time, before reaching out and touching her little head, and said, "I'll cook." ”

Two people, one tall and one short, walked into the small building in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Chen Ming didn't realize that when Shaqiro appeared beside him, all his pain seemed to disappear.

Or rather, he realized, but he was numb.