The sound of the old man's footsteps grew quieter and quieter, and gradually faded away, until at last only the sound of the breeze sweeping the fallen leaves.

In the quiet woods, only Dali Einfurt lay quietly in the grave, he felt that there was a war going on in his body, his human body was desperately repelling the flesh and blood of foreign creatures, he couldn't even turn his neck, all he could do was look at the sky and keep breathing, and think.

Following the call of his heart, the benefactor who resurrected him said before leaving, Dalí rarely decided what to do, and since he can remember, his father has made up his mind to raise an heir, he has stayed away from playing and playing, focused on studying and studying, and made all preparations for the inheritance of the family business, but in the end it was all in vain.

His father's strictness created his introverted personality, and he always envied his younger brother William, envied that he could play with other children every day, envied his good looks, and even more envied that he won the admiration of Jainning...... ）

Whenever I think of her, all kinds of tenderness wells up in my heart.

Dalí is a lonely man with only family affection and a sense of responsibility in his heart, and his social circle is very small, and he rarely takes the initiative to contact the girls in the Tagarvi aristocratic circle, and their vulgarity and pretense of charm make Dalí feel bored.

Janen Winstet was different from these aristocratic girls, and despite her humble background, she was gentle and considerate, hardworking and sincere.

For Dalí, she is the light of life, the flame of desire, the sweet first love, and the only crush.

When I first met her, she was a poor little girl.

They grew up together, and Dali watched as the girl grew and changed, and she became tall and slender at the waist.

Dalí was especially fond of peeking at Jane Ning in the middle of summer, when she was wearing a short dress, her fair and slender legs were simply beautiful, and she exuded a woman's charm all over her body, and she smiled every time Dalí's voyeurism was discovered, but Dalí was so ashamed that her face was red.

Although she is not related to herself by blood, she is the adopted child of her father, but she is called a brother and sister, and the complex relationship separates this love from a wall, Dali has always been afraid of being gossiped about, and his timid and introverted personality makes him have no courage to confess, and can only watch her secretly fall in love with his brother. Although I am unwilling, I am already very happy as long as I can see her every day.

Those good days are gone, his relatives are dead, his lover is tormented and nowhere to be found, and at this moment he can only lie in the dirt, suffering from pain all over his body.

After a day and a night, Dali was finally able to stand up with difficulty, and the blue flesh given by God seemed to have completely merged into his body.

He tried to walk, but his limbs felt like they were filled with lead, and he could only crawl at an extremely slow pace, like a hundred-year-old woman.

Every time you move, you have to endure severe pain in your muscles and muscles, especially in the joints such as the knees and the crooks of your arms.

The skin on his neck was smooth to the touch, and no wounds could be felt, and the pierced fatal wound had been completely repaired by the blue worms.

He struggled to lower his head, and found that the flank part of the flank that had been stabbed during the duel had not completely healed, and the wound was still in sharp pain.

The deep scratch on his right hand was completely unharmed, leaving a dried blood stain on his skin, and sure enough, the blood was blue.

He smiled bitterly, it seemed that he had become a blue-blooded nobleman this time, and he felt that he had no reason to complain about all this when he thought of the gifts of God flowing in his body.

In this way, he made his way through the woods, only a little faster than the tortoise, and after countless falls and rises, but his physical condition gradually improved, and his speed gradually increased, and in the evening he reached the gate of the mansion.

Looking at it from afar, a man with a hound standing in the doorway, Dali felt a little annoyed, he wanted to see his former home through the window, so it seemed that he had to leave.

Just as he was about to turn away, the hound smelled him and began barking loudly.

The man with the hounds chased after him with an oil lamp, and Dalí turned in vain to try to escape, but although he was much better by this time, he was easily overtaken.

"Hey, stranger, you've trespassed into Newman's private domain! Turn your head around me! ”

Knowing that there was no hope of escape and that he had to face the challenge, Dalí turned around and pondered how he could deal with a grown man and a hound with his uncontrollable body.

The light of the oil lamp came, and the man who led the dog saw that the person in front of him was covered with mud, and saw a somewhat stiff and gray face, and when he reacted, he seemed to be frightened, his legs trembled, and his words were filled with fear:

"OMG! It's you...... The boy of the Ainfoot family! That's impossible! You're dead!

I saw with my own eyes that Tony Foster pierced your throat, we buried you with our own hands, you bled out, you died! ”

Dalí could also see the face of the comer clearly by the light, and this face would not be mistaken in any way.

This man was one of Siska Newman's men, and the night he infiltrated Newman's house was the one he tied Dalí to a tree, and it was he who drove the carriage on the day of the duel.

It was evident that he was frightened at the sight of Dalí's corpse-like face, and that he was reciting a prayer similar to that of the removal of impurities, and that the man must have had some kind of faith.

The most exaggerated reaction was the hound, which stopped barking when it approached Dali, and was so frightened by the weak man that it retreated and wailed in fear, as if it had seen some beast.

The hound's reaction made the man very uneasy, people know that animals are quite spiritual, so that the huge and ferocious vicious dog is so frightened, is the figure in front of him the legendary evil spirit or zombie?

"Please...... God bless, please! Don't come to me for revenge, I didn't hurt you, my employer Siska Newman is your great enemy, I'm just a working servant. ”

Seeing that the other party was so frightened that he regarded himself as an evil spirit, Dali simply took the plan, he tried his best to put on a vicious expression, deliberately lowered his voice, and said in a strange tone:

"What are you doing in my family's mansion, tell me, how did this become the territory of the Newman family?"

"Oh, it's none of me! It was my employer, Siska Newman, who bought the entire estate at a low price at the municipal auction house. Of course I know this will always be your land! There is no doubt that the Ainfoot family will always be the masters here! I'm just patrolling here on my employer's orders, I've got to earn money to feed my family, please, spare me, I'm not going to work for him anymore! ”

Dalí was not surprised to hear that the enemy had taken over his family's estate. And there are more important things to do at the moment.

For some reason, even I felt that my voice had changed subtly from before, and it seemed a little hoarse, weird, and low, perhaps because of the blue blood.

"Well, I won't take your dog's life for the time being, you'd better answer my question truthfully, or I'll let you taste the power of the dead's revenge."

"Just ask! I swear I won't lie! ”

"My sister, Janen Winsted, where did you sell her?"

"Oh, it's none of my business, Lord Einfurt, those bastards did it!

Siska Newman specially found a group of hooligans and hired them as thugs, and they did it! The bald man who hit you is their ringleader, and they sell your sister to a tavern in the city's Third Street Rat Alley, a hidden brothel, what a bunch of shameless bastards! How can such a thing be done! ”

I thought that I would lose my life again and die completely, but I didn't expect to be mistaken as a vengeful evil spirit, so I successfully found out the news of Jian Ning, Dali suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, and said in an angry tone:

"I'll spare you a dog's life for the time being, but you have to promise me that you won't tell anyone about today's incident! Also, you go to the place where I was buried, refill my graveyard, I don't want anyone else to know about me crawling out of it, you know? ”

"Oh my God, it's necromancy...... Gods bless ......" The man who led the dog was so frightened that he peed his pants, and his wet trouser legs stuck to his body, giving off a foul smell of urine.

"I swear! Lord Einfurt, I swear that I will keep my mouth shut, and I will rush back to get a shovel, and I will fill in the graveyard overnight, so that no one else can see that the great you have been born again. ”

"Good, you can get out."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man stumbled away with the trembling hound.

Dalí felt empowered, and he completely ignored the excruciating pain in his body, and took steps to walk as best he could in the direction of the city.

"Jain...... Wait for me, I'm going to save you, I'm going to take you out of this sad land and go to the fucking noble league! I've had enough. Let's go to the Principality to join my father's friends and start a new life, and when the time comes, I will settle this blood feud once and for all! ”