Andrew walked gently on the narrow cliff path, his green pupils filled with helpless distress. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It has been nearly a hundred years since he became a "sue for the dead", and this cliff path leading to the underworld is not the first time he has walked, and he has seen a lot of various characters, but this is the first time he has encountered elves here.

In particular, this elf is too young and has a lively personality.

"Uncle, your complexion is so good, a little whiter than me, how do you take care of it?"

"Uncle, why are your eyes green?"

"Are you an elf too? Why don't you have long ears?"

"I'm not an elf......

"Then you are a human being? Humans with cold green eyes are really rare. ”

The elf girl looks like she has seen the world, and she doesn't know that her lively personality has already shown her untouched situation to the fullest.

"Not a human ......"

Andrew dealt casually, and the sorrow in his eyes became a little thicker.

"Oh," the elf girl nodded knowingly, and softly reassured, "It's okay, it's all over." ”

"Uh......"

The undead had a headache, and the other party's sudden care caught him off guard, and the key was that he didn't know why.

Looking at the elven girl who exuded maternal radiance, Andrew wondered if he had been isolated from the world for so long that he could no longer keep up with the young man's train of thought.

"I'm ashamed, ma'am, but can you tell me where the care comes from?"

Andrew's tone was very respectful, not only because of his good upbringing, but also because of the tattoo-like mark on the girl's eyebrows.

The mark is leaf-shaped, the size of a finger cap, and the unseen may take it as a birthmark, but the undead who have lived for hundreds of years recognize its origin—the scar of God.

The "scar" is a kind of mark left by the gods themselves, in other words, every believer who has a "scar" has had the privilege of facing the face of the gods.

"I'm going to keep my eye on you as if I were knowing my own palm prints. ”

"You walked on the earth as I walked on the earth. ”

"All things bow down to you, for your deeds will represent my will. ”

The description in the "Divine Codex" gives the owner of the "Divine Streath" such nicknames as "the adopted son of the gods", "the saint who has not yet come to earth", and so on, and of course, the most widely accepted title is - the elect.

"My name is Seruna, what's your name, uncle?"

The elven girl named Seluna was extremely excited.

Obviously, Andrew's courtesy made Seruna, who had always been treated like a child at home, very happy, and the title of "lady" gave her a sense of happiness that she was valued.

Unbeknownst to the cheerful elf, though, she now had a leaf-like mark on her forehead than she had been at home.

"My name is Andrew and I'm an undead. ”

Feeling the other party's eyes that care for single-parent children, Andrew, who couldn't guess the reason, directly said his race.

"It turns out that you have become an undead, so you went to the underworld this time to steal the mysterious and powerful power so that you can go back for revenge, right?"

"You...... How can you think that?"

Andrew couldn't laugh or cry, after so many years of traveling between the two worlds, it was the first time he had heard that there was some kind of "mysterious and powerful power" in the underworld that could be stolen by people.

What's more, for a legendary-level undead, what other power can be called "mysterious and powerful", it can't be that the god of death has buried a godhead in the silent wilderness, right?

"Isn't this kind of thing obvious?" replied with a look of "I've seen through everything", "a half-elf who has not been recognized by humans since childhood, was persecuted, became an undead in despair and hatred, and infiltrated the ...... alone"

"Wait," Andrew interrupted the description, "where did you get all this news from?"

"You told me. ”

The big bright eyes flickered, full of ignorance and innocence.

"I told you?"

Could it be that some powerful being has siphoned off some fragment of time that I have experienced?

How do I remember that I didn't say ten words to her, and most of the answers were perfunctory, where did she come up with these conclusions?

"Since you're not an elf or a human, you're only half-elf. ”

Xu saw Andrew's doubts, and Seruna explained: "The book says that half-elf compatriots are not recognized by humans, and they are often discriminated against and persecuted in human society, so your childhood must be very miserable. ”

However, the tragic childhood did not dampen your optimistic attitude, and you finally became a mage with your own efforts, and found a kind girl who loved you deeply. ”

"Something tragic happened......"

Seruna's delicate little face was crumpled, and there was a compassionate heaviness in her tone.

However, the elven girl was unable to finish her story, because Andrew, who felt that she was getting more and more outrageous, interrupted her story: "I'm sorry I didn't make it clear, I used to be human, but now I'm just a dead soul with a full life." ”

"Then why did you become an undead?" Thruna was puzzled at first, and then suddenly realized: "I know, it must be ......"

"No, no, no," Andrew hurriedly grabbed the conversation, he really didn't want to be the villain of a third-rate knight novel anymore: "There are no evil experiments and vengeful undead, I am a 'dead man', responsible for sending some souls wandering in the wild to the underworld. ”

"That's right. ”

The elf girl nodded perfunctorily, apparently, not meeting a villain who was committed to destroying the world and influencing him, much to the disappointment of "Lady" Seruna.

Andrew continued to walk unhurriedly down the cliff path, and the dejected elven girl followed him.

The cliff at the bottom of the cliff did not bring even the slightest psychological pressure to the two, whether it was the undead or the elves, they all easily seemed to be walking on flat ground.

In front of Andrew, two hazy souls were stumbling forward.

Whenever they were about to fall off the cliff, the ring that Andrew wore on his right index finger would glow a light blue, bringing the spirit back to the cliff.

"Uncle Andrew, can't you 'sue the dead' use rituals to send souls directly to the underworld, why do you have to run away in person?"

Just when Andrew thought he could finally calm down for a while, a vibrant voice came from behind him again.

Through mental power, Andrew "saw" that the elf girl's face was once again full of curiosity and vitality, knowing that the undead would not be lonely in the second half of the journey, and a wry smile was pulled out at the corner of his mouth......

PS: These days, when I have some free time, I want to open the computer to code something, but every time I look at the empty document, I can't write anything.

I don't care about the results of this book, since the book was opened, I have been running naked, and I have never asked for tickets and rewards, but at least I still need recognition, sign a contract, and put it on the shelves.

I wanted to leave completely, but I suddenly felt reluctant, I used to feel very tired when I coded words every day, but suddenly I didn't write anything, but I found that life seemed to be missing something.

Isn't that cheap?

Hehe.

The most interesting thing is that when I decided to come back and code two million free chapters, I actually found that the book was already on the shelves last Friday?

I don't know what I'm feeling right now, and I don't want to figure it out, but the book will always be written, no matter how much you subscribe.

I won't say anything more, I will change every day in the future, and try to keep changing.

No matter how bad my grades are, I will do my best to finish this book.

If nothing else, just for those of you who have been voting for this book and sending book reviews after I gave up.