The cold silence of death flowed through Teng Yunshen's veins. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info He's losing his temperature, and it's not just the mercury bar in the thermometer that indicates the body temperature, but something more vivid and abstract...... Energy, vitality, vitality.

Teng Yunshen fell to his knees.

He released the light, and darkness followed. Death lifted the curtain of winter and came to him. Death chatter. "Come on. It said, "Come to me." ”

Teng Yunshen raised his unrealistic hand and illuminated the surroundings again, as if holding a sleepy torch.

Death is everywhere, shadows are longing, the air sinks to the ground, and death engulfs everything. His arms became transparent and light. His eyelids were getting heavier.

The brilliance is pale, and the brilliance is cold, like an eerie ghostly fire. However, it is light after all, and it can illuminate the lines of vision that have faded a little bit of color.

"You still don't understand?"

The voice that had laughed at Teng Yunshen before spoke again, and Death immediately shut up and silently stepped aside.

Teng Yunshen thought that the voice was the same as the whispers of death, they were just two notes with different heights in the mourning music. Suddenly, he noticed the difference between the two voices. The owner of the voice was a young man, and death was nothing more than an indescribable thing that Teng Yunshen had given a personality. Death seized at his weakness, and the young man's voice was always resolute.

"Look at your bones. He said.

Teng Yunshen put the glowing hand over his eyes.

Death goes deep into the bone marrow. The color of death was paler than Teng Yunshen had imagined...... Pale is only the closest thing to a human dictionary. The radiation, light, and emotion of all things precipitate in death. It bursts with pure and unique color. Death polished Teng Yunshen's bones, causing them to reflect Teng Yunshen's face after death through the hazy skin.

That face wasn't far from the face it is now. Teng Yunshen's heart was still beating vigorously, but it slowly jumped to another unknown coordinate axis.

That axis is based on the present world and extends to eternal silence.

There was significant hesitation in the young man's tone: "You are so bold as to direct the energy of death to flow through your body. What do you think this is? The power of winter?"

Teng Yunshen opened his mouth: "Ha." His voice was the same as that of a sorcerer who had risen from the dead, revealing a longing for life. However, even such unnatural emotions are false. His heart was empty, and it was the world of death that gave him the desire for the color of life.

The young man took a pitch-black box out of his pocket and opened it. Teng Yunshen heard a loud heartbeat, hitting the silent atmosphere one by one. Embodied spirits danced in the box, raining down light.

Teng Yunshen was lifted by the young man on the back of his neck. He lowered his hand and the torch went out. Teng Yunshen watched as the other party stuffed the contents of the box into his mouth.

The throbbing spirit slid down his throat. Some memories that were born with life but have long been forgotten are pervasive. Heart, blood vessels, spinal cord, limbs, facial features, bones...... Gradually, I acquired a delicate form in the warmth of my mother.

Teng Yunshen soon realized that the heart in the box was similar to something given by a knight from a foreign land. They transformed his body. The difference is that the transformation process triggered by the latter is so fast that it doesn't even have time to notice it, and the transformation process is over. The transformation process of the Heart in the Box is much slower, and it evokes nostalgic memories.

His heart jumped violently, jumping back to the coordinates of this world. The breath of death is transformed into abundant vitality, like a spring breeze melting the frozen ground. He came back to life.

The young man pushed Teng Yunshen away in fear. "You have developed an immortal heart so quickly...... "He no longer pretended to be calm, "who are you?"

Teng Yunshen staggered back against the booth. He didn't answer because he couldn't think of an answer that would satisfy the other party. He greedily felt the vitality running through his body in the moment, and ...... Boundless energy.

Each ice sculpture exudes considerable energy. They are like a stove in the dead of winter. Teng Yunshen couldn't resist its appeal. Before, he just wanted to survive, and he survived. Now, he wants to live a better life and have a more emotional color.

Teng Yunshen subconsciously stretched out his hand towards the nearest ice sculpture. In fact, what he needs is not touch, but concentration, and body movements are just acts that stimulate concentration......

The young man interrupted him just in time: "Stop. ”

Teng Yun held his breath and struggled to regain his consciousness. It didn't feel good, like waking up with a hangover for the first minute. Although Teng Yunshen has never had such an experience, reading can often replace personal experience, and even clearer, good words have the magic of life.

He glared at the young man and found that the other party was injured and bleeding all the time. It took a few more minutes for him to really come to his senses.

"I'm sorry. He stammered, "I don't know what ......it is," he said, "and he spread out his hands, carefully observing them, lest he see his sad and joyless face again.

"Death itself is a power," the young man said. ”

The concept of death stirred rapidly in Teng Yunshen's head. He stood on two marble bricks, the narrow gap between them so deep that it stretched straight into the untouchable otherworld...... Teng Yunshen closed his eyes in panic. However, the gap gradually became clear in the darkness, as if it was not just a gap between two bricks, but a dividing line between the two worlds.

"The power of death is not a factor in death, it is more like a mourner, appearing only at the moment of the passing of life and staying for a moment. ”

The wizard said as he picked up the Winter Pot that Teng Yunshen had placed on the table.

"And we, necromancers, can wield the power of death, the power of the past, the power of the present. This is a special kind of power, each with its own characteristics, however, the power of death is especially dangerous. Just like the power that is designed to destroy magic, it is not a product of nature. ”

Teng Yunshen opened his eyes and nodded as if he didn't understand. He looked at the necromancer. The other party is the only thing that is not under the shadow of death.

"We'll have to recover a total of nine Winter Pots and turn off their magic. The wizard gave him a direction, "Only by doing this can the people who have been frozen be saved." ”