The night, it's pretty late, I'm standing, uh, maybe it's supposed to be squatting in this medieval castle, uh, again, it's not a castle, it's a castle, because I'm in the Middle Ages, a period of dark religious persecution, maybe, who's going to care about him.

Anyway, I'm standing, no, I should be squatting, at least to outsiders I am squatting on a castle, the castle is brightly lit, and it seems to be the birthday feast of the owner of this castle, but he probably won't survive tonight, maybe tomorrow morning, I looked up at the moon, it was above my head, this action made my body lose balance for a moment, and what made me regain my balance was a gargoyle next to me, and one of its claws appeared in my left hand, uh, in front of the left paw, and my left paw was very well clawed。

The gargoyle glanced at me, and a voice appeared in my head, uh, in the soul fire: "Can't you control yourself as an undead creature?"

I was speechless, silently pulled up my left sleeve, and a white arm appeared in front of the gargoyle, but the palm was not flesh and blood, but a bone claw.

The gargoyle seemed to nod and said, "I see, congratulations on your reshaping body, and this body can't be controlled?"

"I know you're still asking!" I rolled my eyes at the gargoyle, it was a real white eye, my eyes had been so smart since my head was covered in real flesh.

The commotion downstairs gradually subsided, and a green group of men and women dressed in aristocratic dresses disappeared at the gates of the castle, and an oil lamp was lit, accompanied by a flickering magic lamp, which dimmed little by little under the gesture of the old court mage until it was completely extinguished.

The whole castle was shrouded in a dark color, like the decay and corruption of their master, and it was supposed that sixty years old should not be too old, but it was the Middle Ages, and I had a faint image in my mind that had been imposed on me out of nowhere.

Don't think about it, now is my time to work, I gently turn down the old edge, I don't know why, as long as I start to work, I become extremely flexible, my limbs are like a suction, so that I can swim effortlessly on the outer wall of the castle, that once again jumped out of my heart a term: "gecko swimming wall", of course, this will not distract me, because this situation has been more than ten years, I have long been used to it.

The old nobleman lived on the top floor of the castle, and for some reason, maybe he thought it would be safer to do it, after all, there were four gargoyles standing guard outside, but, as far as I know, the most popular thing for this kind of thing to be dark creatures was to stand on the edge of the house in a daze, and they never wasted a little energy to protect their so-called employer.

I effortlessly slid into the lavishly furnished bedroom on the top floor, and stood in front of the bed of the old man who didn't look as glamorous as he had at his previous banquet.

He seemed to be dreaming, a terrible nightmare, he kept turning his body, and suddenly, he sat up and shouted "don't", but I don't know why, he shouted really quietly.

Then, he and I stared at each other face to face, yes, we just looked at each other, he didn't seem surprised at all by me, I don't know how long it took, this time really didn't mean anything to me, he said to me, "You were sent by Liu Li?"

I wasn't surprised at all that he would guess the name of the person who was going to kill him, because I didn't know either, I never remembered the name of my employer, because one of my friends was very fond of remembering the name of his employer, and in the end, he was caught and disemboweled, and he was disemboweled, don't ask why I know, because I was next to him when he died, and I was disemboweled, but he hung up, and I was still ...... Well, I'm still dead, it's just that I'm dead.

When the old fellow saw that I didn't respond, he said, "How much did he pay to hire you? I'll give double, no, ten, you go and kill him for me!"

I never bargain with my employer, I give me as much as I want, because my other partner always likes to bargain with the employer, and as a result, he was sunk by a certain employer, and you don't have to ask me how I know, because I was right next to him, and I still remember the pair of frightened eyes when he sank, it should be called frightened, this word came out of my heart temporarily.

When the old fellow saw that I still didn't react, he said, "How about talking to me? It shouldn't be too difficult to fulfill the last wish of a dying old man!"

Another of my precepts is not to talk to the assassin, because my other partner likes to talk to the victim, and as a result, his head was cut off by the guards who rushed over, and you have to ask me why I know, because I am still nearby, and I still have the scars on my neck. However, the guy didn't have a good time, he had his head cut off by my headless body, and since then, I haven't said a word to the person who was killed, in fact, I've never said that.

I saw the old fellow's hand touch under the pillow, there must have been a little dagger or something, because I had also encountered this situation, and now there is a scar on my left chest, which is said to be the place of the heart, and that is after I no longer want to be a partner.

So, my left paw was inserted accurately and quickly into the top of his hairless head, and it was obvious that he was in pain, but this was not something I considered, because the blood gushing from the top of his head was converging towards my five phalanges, and a trace of red flesh on the left paw was squirming little by little, and soon, it covered my entire palm, yes, it was no longer a claw, but a palm, a crystal white palm, and my flesh was successfully reshaped.

And the vitality in this old guy's body was not as little as I imagined, my eyes jumped, which was absolutely impossible before, and his vitality poured into my body, and his body quickly dried up, and finally only a skin was left.

I felt, yes, felt, I finally had the feeling, I felt good, the feeling of standing on the dry wooden floor under my legs, the feeling of pinching the worn-out leather in my left hand, the feeling of my body feeling the spirit of the wind singing beside me.

It's a good feeling, but now is no longer the time for me to miss this place, I need to run away, I can actually think, I feel it again, there are a lot of things in my empty brain, soft, wrapped around my soul fire, no, those are derived from my soul fire, those things provide endless energy for my soul fire, and at the same time let me have feelings, and I can also feel something in my chest beating, just under the scar on my left chest.