The sound didn't deter Barrett as he strode into the bedroom with his runic weapon. And when he saw the source of the sound, he subconsciously held the weapon in his hand tighter.

The one who speaks...... , to be exact, should be the talking thing, the big bed in the corner of the room...... , the eerie headboard. The round arched head of the bed is made up of a pile of white bones of different shapes, and in the center of this pile of bones, there is actually a female zombie with only the upper body.

The zombie's arms hung down at his sides, the sternum was fully open, and the ribs stretched out like wings to the left and right. The inside of the chest cavity was empty, there were no internal organs, but there was a strange pillow-like thing.

When Barrett read the diary of the tower owner, he felt that the tower owner still seemed to retain a lot of humanity after more than 2,000 years. Because of the trivial and complicated complaints and memories in the diary, it feels very human to read. And when he came to the second floor, the decoration style and the variety of furniture here also deepened this impression again.

But now after seeing this extremely strange bedside, this impression and sense of his body was completely shattered in an instant. Who could make such a thing as the head of his bed? It would be natural to sleep directly in a coffin.

The female zombie with long hair looked sideways at Barritt, there was a huge scar across half of her neck around her neck, although this scar had been neatly and finely sewn, but when she turned her head sideways, Barrett still couldn't help but worry that the scar would be torn because of this, and then the head that was reasonable would shake in her chest, which was a bit scary.

The female zombie looked at Barrett with her cloudy white eyes, "Tell me, who are you?" she asked again.

It's a difficult question to answer, and you can't say you're a thief who came in and stole something. "We?" Barrett thought for a moment, "we are servants, yes! He lowered the tip of his sword and said solemnly.

With the appearance of this undead, she doesn't seem to move around very often, and she doesn't wander around the tower, so she has very little access to information, and she shouldn't be able to tell if this sentence is true or false.

"New servant?" the female zombie who had been used as the bedside tilted her head, the carrion around the wound slightly deformed by the pulling of the stitches, "You, like me, are also the master's servants?"

"Of course!" Barrett pointed to himself, "I'm a loyal guard!"

"Guards, the master never let the guards into the tower before. "He once told me that if even Betsy couldn't stop the intruder, then it would be useless to arrange more guards, it would only disrupt his thoughts. ”

Isn't there a guard in the tower? That's great news!

"I thought you were an intruder. "For no servant has ever entered this room except its master." ”

"Intruder, how is it possible. Barrett smiled wryly, "Well, we still have work at hand, so let's go first." He was ready to leave with the little ghost.

Barrett had already observed the room in its entirety when she was talking. There wasn't much to do, except for the eerie abrupt bed where the female zombie was located, and the room was furnished with a map-like mural, two decorative lampstands, and three chairs with beige velvet cushions.

None of this stuff looks worthless, so Barrett plans to try his luck on the next floor.

"And what about her?" the female zombie looked at the little ghost beside Barrett again, "Is she also a guard?"

"I'm a bard!" the little ghost took over the subject, "I'm in charge of telling stories for my masters! I have a lot of stories, adventures, wars, do you want to hear them? ”

"Eve......" Barrett glanced at the little ghost, "let's get out of here! ”

"The host needed a rest, but I didn't. The female zombie replied, "He will lie on my body and let me massage his head." Occasionally, when I'm in a good mood, I tell me something interesting about what I've encountered recently, and then I slowly fall into a long sleep. But there are fewer and fewer times when the master comes to rest, do you know where the master is now?"

"He went out. Barrett hurriedly replied, "I don't think I will be able to come back anytime soon." That, by 'short time', maybe, probably, maybe longer. I would say yes, "You know, we're undead, and we don't have a very precise concept of time." ”

"It's okay, I don't have anything else to do anyway but wait. The corners of the female zombie's shriveled mouth rose slightly.

Was that a smile? Barrett wasn't sure if it was his own dazzle.

"Do you want to hear the story, then?" asked the little ghost, reluctantly.

"Miss Eve!" Barrett glared at the little ghost, "Have you forgotten that we have something to do? ”

"But this sister is very pitiful. The little ghost pouted.

There are many poor people, and so are the lovely people in the thorn tent, and I have tried to relieve them as much as I can. And the one in front of her, let her stay here with peace of mind.

"I'm not pitiful, and I feel honored to be able to serve my master. The corners of the female zombie's mouth went up again, and Barrett was sure that it was a smile, but she didn't feel any joy in it.

"The ......" the expression on his face suddenly became a little serious, and the tip of the rune weapon slowly lifted, "Do you feel pain? Maybe I can help you out, I mean, rest." You may need a good night's sleep. ”

"Pain, no. Why do you ask?"

"Nothing, just asking. "Forget it, I shouldn't help others decide their fate," we left first. He glared at the little ghost, and the latter snorted out angrily.

"Wait a minute. The female zombie called out Barrett, "Can you say a greeting to my master when you meet him, I miss him." She whispered.

"No problem. Barrett nodded, and then he stood at the door of the room and was silent for a long time before he said with some twist, "Well, do you know where the master has hidden all those valuable things? You know, I am a guard, and I need to help the master take care of those things." ”

"Something valuable?" the female zombie thought for a moment, "I'm not sure if it's either in the third-level laboratory or in the fourth-level warehouse." The owner had told me before that he had used a lot of things to get Bessie, but he thought that the price would still be a good deal, even if it was higher, because the number of rainbow dragons was getting smaller and smaller, both dead and alive. This is the owner's exact words, so I think there should not be much valuable things left by the owner. ”

"Thanks, I'll take a look. Barrett left the room and took the little ghost to the next level of the tower.

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