Makoto's voice clearly irritated the eating zombies, and he quickly turned his head and stared at the two of them. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Cheng sighed with emotion: "The zombies with complete souls are really much more sensitive than the ones that were basically burned clean before, and if they are those, I'm afraid they won't pay attention to us at all." ”

Elena replied, "He has no memories of his own. ”

The zombie was a little puzzled by the two of them, but what came back after the doubt was a stronger desire to eat.

However, at this time, it was obvious that the two beings in front of him who were incomparably rich in death power were the targets of his eating.

As soon as he made a gesture of pounce, a gray-black net had already poked out of Makoto's body first.

Makoto's web was like a tentacle monster, entangling the zombie in an instant, and then following his thoughts, it was brought to his eyes.

Cheng put the zombie in eighteen postures, tested all kinds of data he wanted to know, and with a light handshake, the net turned from real to virtual, and crossed through the zombie's body.

The front and back are intertwined, but the zombies are still caught in his net.

Elena's eyes lit up and she exclaimed, "Your control has gone up again!"

"In the haunted house, although the power has not been brought back, the knowledge and feeling of the past have not changed, and my control has indeed increased a lot. ”

Of course, the damage suffered has not been restored to this day.

Strength aside, after all, he has white tusks and recovers quickly, but the damage to his soul has not been healed.

After all, he was almost completely devoured by others at the beginning.

On the contrary, the piece of soul that Tiddellet took was essentially still in his body, so in fact it did very little damage.

Since leaving the haunted house, his spirit has often been in a trance, and he is always a little overwhelmed.

When I walked on the surface of the sea and poured seawater into the white tusks, most of them wanted to sober up.

Cheng's 'net' was interspersed in one round, and one-fifth of the death power in the zombie's body was directly dispersed.

He was desperate to scratch Makoto, but soon ushered in a second interlude.

After three times, Makoto's eyes narrowed, and it seemed that he had finally found what he was looking for, and with a strong grip of his right hand, the entire net dragged a trace of something out of the zombie's body.

It was something very similar to the power of death, but more energetic, a little like a wriggling worm.

It's just that this bug may be the type that dies when it sees the light, and as soon as it leaves the zombie's body, it suddenly explodes.

Cheng hurriedly used the net to hug it, but the bamboo basket could not draw water, and how could the net be held.

Elena was startled and said, "That's the soul?"

The zombie in front of him was completely dead, and Makoto sighed and said, "Part of it, very little of it." ”

Even if it's only a part, the ability to directly hurt the soul is terrifying.

Elena sighed, "Probably because this zombie has just woken up, and his soul is not yet stable." ”

Originally, Makoto had mentioned the concept of soul eating, but Elena was very unhappy about it, and even now, she still thinks that it is very immoral to devour other people's souls, even if they don't have a complete soul.

However, she thought about it, and after all, she didn't say anything to stop it, she thought, "It's just the way to attack." Not to eat souls. ”

Conceptually, if Makoto is a humanoid undead, then Elena is closer to a necromantic form.

Compared to the two, the more inhuman Elena is closer to people.

Makoto is a complete human memory, but apparently his behavior pattern is even more terrifying than Elena's.

Throwing the dead body aside, Makoto felt the vibration on the white tusks just now, and said with a smile: "Body and soul, sure enough, in addition to the death of the body, there is also a way of death of the soul. ”

He had barely lit up the fundamental magic pattern of soul death.

The 'killing' pattern of the body, the 'revenant' pattern of the soul, and the 'decay' pattern of both, all three have constituted almost all the ways in which a life dies.

Makoto felt as if he had finally understood some of the information about the thirty-six fundamental death patterns.

He sighed: "It turns out that death is just the beginning." ”

Thinking like this, he even felt that there were only more than a thousand death patterns, which was pitiful.

He glanced at the other dead bodies, like a hunting hunter.

But he paused and waited.

As Elena said, their souls are not stable yet, so it's better to wait.

Feeling the breath of the storm, Makoto suddenly smiled and said, "Fortunately, we communicate through the soul, otherwise it would be difficult to speak with this kind of storm." ”

Elena nodded and said, "You already speak the lingua franca very well. ”

She didn't mean Makoto's current communication, but suddenly remembered that in the illusion of the haunted house, they had always used the lingua franca to communicate.

Makoto was stunned, patted his head, and exclaimed, "Don't say it, it's true, I didn't even notice it before." ”

He was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "It's useless, but it's really interesting, and that illusion is indeed a very powerful force." If you master this kind of power, then you can learn things dozens of times faster. ”

He opened his arms, followed the rain, and said, "Although the main effect of this wave of recovery is not us, it does us some good. ”

Cheng is a soul from another world, and he has received little nourishment, but Elena's soul has indeed recovered a lot because of the wave of recovery, at least the feeling that it will be torn apart at any time gradually disappears.

The tide of recovery has brought her dozens of times more nourishment than white ivory. If this wave of recovery continues, maybe she will one day repair her soul.

The number of dead bodies on the beach gradually increased, and the surging waves kept bringing new corpses, and in half a day, there were forty or fifty corpses here, and there were fourteen of them.

However, at this time they were having their first meal after birth.

Even Makoto, who was a little uncomfortable with their dinner, came to a small hill by the beach with Elena.

Actually, Makoto prefers to call these burial bags, because he really can't figure out how to form such a hilly-like terrain by the sea.

However, this idea was forcefully suppressed by Elena, leaving only the hill as an option.

Elena felt that Makoto had become more and more eccentric since the Haunted House, and he seemed to have become accustomed to being a necromancer.

Sometimes she began to wonder how much was left of Makoto's original hope of resurrection.

Makoto, on the other hand, climbed a relatively high hill and looked into the interior of the island.

His perception had always been good, so he closed his eyes, and the changes in the power of death around him slowly began to flash through him.

After a few minutes, he frowned slightly, and sighed: "There is a vibration every ten seconds, and each vibration spreads a force outside, what is this?"