In a distant place, a black-haired boy in a black robe was rummaging through boxes and cabinets looking for something. The pen %fun %Ge www.biquge.info because his back to the people is not clear, so he can't see his face clearly. But even so, the ankle-reaching black hair still attracts people's attention. The wide black robe concealed too much, but the fleshless fingers could still be seen in his excessive movements. But if it's an undead, how can there be such a thing as hair? It seems to be an illusion, and when I look at it again, the boy's hands become flesh and blood again. How do you describe that hand? Probably only a phrase from an ancient country that has disappeared for a long time can be perfectly interpreted. It was the hand of the Grim Reaper, beautiful but pale, and it looked like it would break off at the slightest snap and inadvertently take the lives of several people. It was the hand of the gods, full of warmth despite its weakness, and even if it was warm, it did not make people feel a trace of warmth, this cold attitude. I don't know why, but I just thought of this sentence, and only this sentence can describe it.

The teenager seemed to have found something. His indescribable hands grabbed the dirty-looking card. Wipe off the dust that covers it, and the dirt card gradually reveals its appearance.

"It's the sun!" came the young man's exclamation. He seemed to be laughing, but also seemed to be crying. "It seems that the gears of fate are starting to move. ”

Leaving such a plausible sentence, the figure of the young man gradually became transparent and then disappeared. Along with him was the sun. If it weren't for the clutter here, I might have wondered if anyone actually existed. Is everything I saw just now just an illusion.

Margaria leaned against the head of the bed, playing with a mirror in her hand. And in the mirror, it was obvious where the boy had just been. Apparently the boy knew that someone was spying on this. But he uttered those specious things as if he didn't know it. As in previous years.

"Mom, what are you looking at?"

Mary asked, looking curiously at the mirror in Margaria's hand. Many times, my mother was staring in the mirror and ignoring me.

"My little Mary, mother, is spying on the trajectory of fate. ”

Margaria said as she carried Mary to the bed. After all these years, George and I are getting older, and my Mary, she has never changed. Mary, did Mommy do something wrong? But Mommy really doesn't want to lose you. Even though...... You're dead. Yes, my Mary is dead. Left now. It's just Mary left because of my selfishness and George's. Mary's ghost. Even when he died, he was still tortured. What am I to do, my Mary?

"Mom, don't cry. Mary will be obedient. ”

Carefully wiping away the tears from Margaria's face, tears seemed to gather in Mary's watery eyes. But it's just seeming. I know, I know, little Mary who became an undead, little Mary who became an undead cannot have tears. My Mary, Mother, is it wrong?

The pain from the demon plant is over. It seems that the effect of the medicine has been completely absorbed. His left arm is almost recovered. It's no wonder that those humans come here even at the risk of their lives. But the most important thing right now is this person, right?

Regol took out a handkerchief from the spatial ring and carefully wiped the blood off his hand. He smiled as holy as ever, and looked at Caccino.

"Hello, I'm Regol. Probably a traveler who strayed here. Can you tell me the way out?"

"Caccino. "Humans are cunning creatures, and travelers are just people who want to come here for money. But even so, it is a fact that this man saved himself. If it weren't for himself, he would have died long ago. No one can change that. Moreover, it is easy to kill humans with colorful tigers. It's really rare. Plus it looks so young. Although the age of a human being cannot be judged by physiognomy. But the smell that emanates from him doesn't smell much older than himself. I've never seen a human being like this before.

"Now the Shaking Light Forest is in the period of beast tide. It is impossible to go out at all, and before the beast tide ends, the entire Shaking Light Forest will be shrouded in special energy, even the Elven Emperor is powerless. ”

These messages were learned by Cachino from books given by elves and from the mouths of certain monsters. Now, only five days later, I'm already like this. There are twenty-five days to go. Will it die?

"Is that so?"

Listening to her words, Regor thought thoughtfully. Cachino didn't pay any attention to Regor's meaning. She just walked over to the corpse of the dead Colorful Tiger, thinking that it would be better to take a bite from there.

The sound of bones being crushed interrupted by the sound of bones being crushed. When I looked up, I saw Catwoman gnawing on a corpse. Catwoman is beautiful, really beautiful. Full of wild pride, with this weird scene is more and more charming.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

Cachino asked, raising an eyebrow. Then he replied to himself.

"That's right, a thin-skinned human like you wouldn't think about such a thing at all. But I have to warn you that this is in the beast tide. There was no time to raise the fire to cook, and it was felt that the fire elemental demonic beasts in the air would all rush in this direction. If you don't want to die, you should put away your reserved appearance as a human as soon as possible. This is not the peaceful place you humans. Death is played out every day. ”

Even if the man saved himself, Caccino still didn't give him any good looks. Human beings, who cannot stand the hardship, simply do not have the right to live. Don't even dare to eat raw meat, such a guy will die in the end. No matter how strong he is. This kind of place has never been a place for human children to play at home. Death is something that happens unintentionally. Countless creatures have died at their own hands. There are humans, monsters, elves, and other races. He saved himself, and of course he saved him. But if it were my own death, it wouldn't have anything to do with me at all.

To live or die, you can only choose one by yourself.

"That's right, thank you. ”

Regol said with a pretty smile. He looked at the small orc girl seriously, then squatted beside her, took the piece of meat she handed over, and swallowed it without changing his face.

Although it smells a little bloody and unpleasant, it can still barely be eaten.

Cachino had a meal for Regor. We can't make a choice in a hostile environment. So you can only choose to be patient, submit to the existing environment and live.