Death......

Death......

Death......

Once;

Twice;

Three times......

In the void space, Xiao Mo covered her head, her petite body curled up together, and she failed again and again, she couldn't remember how many times.

"Brother......

Xiao Mo shouted helplessly, Jiao Rou is voice, which had already become hoarse.

When a person dies and his soul is gone, he will no longer have a memory, but will be gone, and it is the living who will suffer the real pain......

After an unknown number of generations of development, this space has long since turned from nothingness to a real small world, as long as Xiao Mo thinks, this space can be filled with the fragrance of birds and flowers in an instant.

But Xiaomo didn't, in this dark barrenness, she curled herself up into a small ball, but felt more secure.

"Ah......h

After a painful and irrepressible moan, a void black shadow separated from Xiao Mo's body, looking at the black shadow, Xiao Mo was not too surprised.

Obviously, this is not the first time that such a thing has happened in time and time again.

"Watching my brother die again and again, experiencing the reincarnation that has long been destined for the end of a lifetime, if it weren't for the remnant soul every time, I'm afraid I would have collapsed."

No matter how strong the spirit is, after experiencing everything that Xiao Mo has experienced, even if it does not collapse, it will produce a split personality, and Xiao Mo separated the remnant soul to avoid all this.

After a brief period of helplessness and sadness, Xiao Mo soon became the seemingly emotionless system spirit again, with a calm voice without any fluctuations.

The tears on the little face have not completely dried up.

The remnant soul separated from Xiao Mo's body was just a dark void at first, but slowly, it seemed to have a physical body, shaped into a human form, and grew rapidly from a baby.

One second, one year old.

Perhaps, because Xiaomo was originally twelve or thirteen years old, the growth of the remnant soul also came to an abrupt end when he was twelve or thirteen years old.

The remnant soul still has its eyes closed, unconscious, but its appearance is delicate and makes people breathe stagnantly, and if you look closely, it is a slight resemblance to Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo waved his hand, and a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand, this is a Horcrux of average quality, but if it is placed in the lower plane, it is enough to be comparable to an indestructible weapon.

Xiao Mo's eyes were hazy for a moment, and he muttered, "The first world, is it a zombie......

Xiao Mo's eyes, in an instant, regained clarity again, and the long sword in his hand also underwent some changes in Xiao Mo's hand, and soon, it turned into a samurai long knife, and the knife body was glowing with cold light.

The samurai sword and the girl who turned into a remnant soul turned into a streamer together, and plunged into a lower plane, and vaguely, you can see that the world is full of dense zombies......

"Brother, Xiao Mo can only give you this insignificant help in the first world, and when the time comes, the remnant soul will automatically dissipate......"

"Since, no matter how much you try, in the end, it will be a failure, then...... There is no need for a contract, and there is no need for pseudo-souls to wear to reduce the difficulty of the world. ”

"From the very beginning, in order to improve the strength, let's do whatever it takes...... Anyway, even if you fail, you can do it all over again, can't you......"

A tear slid down Xiao Mo's cheek, and at the same time, a machine voice simulated by Xiao Mo sounded, "Traveling through the world, my girlfriend is a zombie ......"

I'm back.......

(End of chapter)