"What do you say?! Zhang Feng, he's dead?! ”

Lin Jiang looked at the scarred two with a confused expression, Yu Jiasheng could still speak, and Maori Aotian on the side was already in a deep coma, and the smell of barbecue was exuding all over his body.

"Yes...... No, it's not, Zhang Feng has a special life-saving method after transforming into a lich, and he should not be dead. ”

"You mean the fateful box?!"

Lin Jiang's eyes lit up, and when he talked about the lich's life-saving means, wasn't this it.

"Yes, it's the Fatebox, which he hid on the first day of the dungeon...... It's in the ...... of the East China Sea Hiss...... Somewhere, I don't know exactly where it is......"

may have touched the wound, and the Yu family grinned in pain.

"Well, it's good that you're not dead."

Lin Jiang sympathized with their plight, who would have thought that they could lie down at sea and suffer such an unwarranted disaster, but this blow was really terrifying, the scope of the impact was several times larger than that of Alabastan, and the casualties caused were immeasurable, and even turned a large area of the ocean into a huge landmass.

…… I'm afraid that in the future, a large number of pirates will change careers to become Bandone Kings, or pit thief kings.

That day, Lin Jiang also felt this power that shocked the heavens and the earth, even if she was afraid that it would be difficult to stop, this person was definitely an intermediate VIP like her, his strength was unfathomable, and it was much more dangerous than the current Poros, after all, he was only a beginner V......

"Don't talk about it, otherwise Zhang Feng's title of Seven Martial Seas will be removed, anyway, he is not dead, so he can't hide it and say that he is injured,...... However, he may not be able to participate in this top war. ”

"Perhaps......"

Yu Jiasheng couldn't be sure if he was still alive, at that time he let himself take Maori Aotian first, saying that he would be fine if he had a life box, and he didn't know if it was reliable, after all, he had never died before!

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Somewhere in the East China Sea, there is a large cemetery that takes half an hour to reach from east to west, and it is surrounded by several small towns, and most of the residents of the neighborhood choose to send their dead family members here.

Charles has been the grave keeper of the cemetery for twenty-three years, and now he is also a 52-year-old man, his face looks weathered, his whole body is also in good spirits, he looks older than his peers, and most importantly, he is still a single dog......

His father, Charles Sr., had been a grave keeper all his life, but he was killed by tomb robbers one year, and he couldn't remember what year it was, maybe he was demented, and he couldn't even remember his appearance.

"What an idiot, if they want to steal, let them steal, waste a life in vain, it's a pity......"

Whenever he thinks of his father, he will sigh like this, although Charles is a grave keeper, his family background is not bad, and it is a good job in a poor town.

It's just that he himself doesn't want offspring...... He didn't want his son to inherit his father's business, and continue to be this job of dealing with dead people, he was unlucky, lifeless, and in the end he made himself look like a dead man.

More than a hundred years ago, their family was also a local wealthy family, but the hateful thing is that Charles's family was targeted by a certain Dracon......

The cause is not complicated, his great-grandfather offended a Tianlong man, the specific experience can not be verified, even if the great-grandfather and the Tianlong man are dead, but the descendants of the Tianlong people still remember, from time to time will come to see, the local government also pays special attention to themselves for this, it is impossible not to do this work, the local residents are afraid of offending the Tianlong people, so they also act as the government's eyeliner, staring at him all the time, but on the surface the two sides still maintain a harmonious appearance.

"I'm a sinner."

If you want to cut off the inheritance of the family, what else can you be if you are not a sinner in the family?! Unlike his optimistic father, he is a rather gloomy person, he holds everything in his heart, he just doesn't understand why his father can endure such a dirty job! If he could choose, he would rather be a pirate who let himself go!!

Sometimes he will envy those people, the happy appearance of the whole family, which makes people jealous, and even wants to adopt a child to relieve his loneliness, but everything is just a thought.

Back at the home he had built in the cemetery, Charles picked up a piece of hard loaf of bread, broke off a small piece of soup and chewed it, "Bah! Tom's craftsmanship is getting worse and worse, and the bread is almost as big as a stone. ”

Although he said so, he still swallowed it in three or two clicks, it is shameful to waste food, especially in this era when life is like a mustard, God knows when he will die, in the eyes of the superiors, I am afraid that a person like himself is not as good as weeds......

After a hasty dinner, Charles patrols the cemetery with a stick, which is mainly used for self-defense, but is actually a better thing than nothing.

…… I obviously hate this job so much, why should I be so respectful?

…… Because it's a habit, otherwise what else can you do! Looking for a dead man to talk to?

…… Tonight is starry, and it's a good day to be buried.

…… Who's to say it isn't?

"You might as well go to sleep."

Charles exudes thought as he made his rounds, and for him the conversation between himself and himself was already the same as everyday, and if he didn't take a walk like this, he would definitely have trouble sleeping at night.

"Huh? That's ......"

In the dark night, a bright light flashed in the corner of the cemetery, although only for a moment, but it was still caught by Charles, who slowly leaned over with a wooden stick, he gently peeled off the grass, and squinted at it.

"I'm a god!"

There was a young girl lying in the grass, seven or eight years old, with skin as white as snow, with golden and red hair, her eyes closed and unconscious, and her round face was red in protein, which made people feel a strong desire to protect.

Charles, an elderly single dog, was no exception, and he looked around and said, "What a poor child, who was so cruel to leave her here, I have to take her home......"

He carefully picked her up and walked towards his room, and as he went, he kept looking behind him—there seemed to be nothing there, and there seemed to be something.

…… Hell yes this time! There must be something there!

Suppressing the strange feeling in his heart, Charles stopped, he decided to go there to see what was there, after decades of dealing with dead people, there was no reason to be afraid of a lonely ghost.

Holding the girl in his left hand, he lifted the stick and walked back, swallowed his saliva, brushed the grass back away, and carefully probed around, the half-man-tall weeds swaying gently in the moonlight, but there was no shadow in sight......