The ashes of death are endless, the living are gone, this is the place of death forgotten in the corner of the world, inhabited by ancient nameless beings. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

They make the earth tremble, they make death bow to it, but ......

That doesn't hide the fact that they're teasing.

"I'm sorry, I won this game!" said a ghoul who had retained his handsome appearance, shaking the only card left in his hand.

However, the Dire opposite him smiled charmingly, and calmly threw the two cards in his hand.

"King Bomb!"

"It's disrespectful for you to say that the king blew up! This game doesn't count!" the ghoul took the other people's cards as if they were playing tricks and began to shuffle them again.

The terrifying knight on the side said sullenly: "This is already the two hundred and fifty, if you play tricks again, I won't play!"

"One more, the last one!" said the ghoul for the one hundred and ninety-sixth time, intending to start splitting.

But a hazy mist suddenly appeared next to them, condensing into a faint figure - the maid ghost girl.

She was just about to say hello when she saw the OCD Dire and said in some surprise: "Ah, you have lost your soul!"

"Yes, why are you so distracted!" said the ghoul in confusion.

"Indeed, you are really out of your soul," the Dreadknight still sulked.

The hazy figure was indeed much lighter than usual, and the ghost girl said angrily: "Yes, my soul is fading! If you were talked about by that old man for so long, you would also be faint, you bastards!

The Dire stall said, "He ran first." ”

The Terror Knight said innocently, "It was the dragon who ran first." ”

The ghoul laughed, "I didn't run. "This guy wasn't there at all.

"╭(╯^╰)╮Hmph!" The ghost girl was not really angry, and silently joined the game.

"Hey, you say, the person who carved the name will also forget us. Dire asked suddenly.

"Hmm...... The Prophet said that the man's soul was very peculiar, half-dead, and the curse here didn't seem to work on him, and if ordinary people entered here, they would have already become one of us, and where could they introduce themselves. By the way, why didn't I see the dragon? ”

"Hehe, every time I play cards with the dragon, he goes crazy, and I have to run back from another mountain. ”

"yes, that guy has a terrible brand. ”

......

Bai Huang, who was being discussed by several forsaken leaders, was really half-dead at this time, and he felt that he might have overshaken his head and shattered his brain. Oh, you can see that you have forgotten that you don't have a brain now, and you are really confused.

Bai Huang, who felt that he saw everything twice, could already make a noise under the training of the old perverted Sparta, yes, it was a noise. This is not learning a foreign language, you don't need to start with basic pronunciation, you just learn how to master the use of the power of death and how to use your spiritual power to match your own power to vibrate and form sounds.

This is obviously a technical job, in the words of the older generation, that is, it is necessary to be free of distractions.

And what Bai Huang wanted to say at this time was: "The sun is shining in the sky, the flowers are smiling at me, and the bird says early, why are you carrying a small schoolbag~"

However, what the old pervert heard was: "Everyone is out to eat food, so you can't do it amazingly!"

"What are you talking about?" the old pervert didn't understand a word, but he always felt that something was wrong.

Bai Huang could only express his helplessness, this murmur was really mysterious, he obviously thought of "Thunder Monkey", but as soon as he said it, it would become "Drop Thunder Loumou", which made him puzzled, and he could only blame it on the lack of solid foundation, after all, before today, he didn't know what spiritual power was, and what was the power of death.

Although the undead are different from humans, they have been gifted since birth, just like the breath and walk of human beings from instinct, but Bai Huang is only a half-tone.

"May I ask Lord Frederick, the great king of the undead, how should the undead exercise their spiritual power and death power?" There was an encyclopedia of skeleton-shaped self-propelled undead beside him, and Bai Huang said that he would not ask anything.

"Hmph, you kid is stupid like this, and you still miss me......"

Before the old pervert finished speaking, he heard Bai Huang say: "Shake [beep]"

"Ahem!" The old pervert who didn't have a throat coughed twice before he said seriously: "Boy, as long as the immortal is not crazy or stupid, he will eventually become an unattainable existence!"

"This academy is full of undead who are sleeping, but only a handful of them move around, do you know why?"

Bai Huang shook his head at the right time.

"Because they are suppressing their instincts through slumber! Listen, the undead are originally rejected by the world, and they are destined to lose their consciousness for a long time and become undead again, which we call wanderers. Or because the desire for life is completely out of control and becomes a berserker. ”

"Only a very small number of immortals can suppress their instincts and move freely. ”

"Come, sit down, I'll tell you a secret, I'm listening to my boss. Legend has it that before Ragnarok, there were many gods in this world, and my boss said that these so-called gods are actually derivatives of the laws of this world, what kind of elemental gods, gods of light, gods of shadows, in short, everything. ”

"Even the goddess of life exists, but there is no god of death, I asked the boss why, why does the goddess of life have it, and the opposite god of death does not?

He said that something went wrong in this world at the beginning of the birth of the gods, but since the Grim Reaper was not born at the time of the origin, he was only born at the end of the world. You see, at the beginning of the birth of all things, they are bathed in the brilliance of life and embark on the path of death, and the process of life is the process of death. With such a huge power of rules, all the gods feared him, and even the world rejected him. ”

"Therefore, the ultimate fate of the undead has long been predestined, because this is the will of the world. ”

Maybe talking a lot is a common problem of the elderly, these ancient secrets are tantamount to listening to books from heaven for an ignorant immortal, but it's good to be happy, it's rare to have a junior who can say a few words.

"Boy, dig out the deepest instinct of your soul, then defeat it, don't lose the face of the original owner of your body!"