Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 516 Altar
"You're lying." Zombie Vanger laughed at himself, showing a mouthful of sharp teeth, especially the two fangs on both sides of the upper jaw. He also deliberately stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked it. An atmosphere of terror flickered in it.

Then, Fanger looked at the Ranger sitting across from him, whose expression remained unchanged, with obvious displeasure in his expression:
"Thorn, I can feel that you are not only lying, you also have compassion for me in your heart, that is to say, you are pitying me, an ugly zombie, so you told me to comfort me. A white lie."

Having said that, Fanger paused on purpose. Seeing the ranger's eyes drooping slightly, he remained silent, and continued:
"White lies, yes, these kinds of lies can really add color to life, because there are many people who would rather hear a hundred lies than hear a truth that they don't want to hear.

But do you know that a white lie is not seeking truth from facts, telling lies, false words, exaggerating, covering up, and distorting the truth.Starting with the analysis of the phrase structure of a white lie, it is a partial phrase, and the central word is a lie, so a white lie is a lie in essence.

In my opinion, the "lie" itself is dark, the likes and dislikes of things cannot be measured by the purpose of things, and a white lie itself is a lie.Although it shed its dirty beggar's clothes and successfully put on a luxurious robe, it still cannot get rid of its essence of lies, and lies mean deception.

That's right, the starting point of a white lie is kind, but often once this kind of lie is exposed, it will hurt the other party more deeply. This is more painful than adding salt to the wound, although I don't feel physical pain. . "

"And you, a ranger named Thorn, a living person who broke into this dead town without knowing the heights of the sky and the earth."

Zombie Vanger pointed to Thorne who was opposite him, and then put his hand flat on the table: "Your lie is too weak to stand up to scrutiny, you are so confident that I, a silent zombie here, is lonely, lonely and helpless."

"Isn't it?" Thorn, who was listening on the side, finally couldn't help answering. He looked at the other party's serious look and was about to be amused by him.

"When you stretched out half of your stiff body out of the window, and almost jumped down comically to perform head-over-head acrobatics for our silent journey, you still insisted on greeting us. You certainly won't see your eagerness. Is it any wonder that it's all written on your face? Or is it your self-esteem working in the dark?"

"Please, I am a decent person. A person without self-esteem is equivalent to inferiority complex, so a decent person does not want to be a person with inferiority complex." Zombie Vanger sat up straight, with a slightly heavier tone, and emphasized to Thorne:

"However, you ruthlessly exposed my scars, and foolishly tried to use the lies full of loopholes to pity me, sympathize with me, and pity me. However, what you don't know is that for me, your words mean It seemed to instantly wake up the most violent and sharpest pain hidden deep in my heart, as if the wound that had already been scarred was pressed down hard with a red-hot iron by you bastard..."

"Is it that serious?" Thorne looked at the agitated Mr. Zombie dumbfounded.

If he was a living person, his expression must be very exciting at this time.

At least it won't be as pale as it is in front of you.

"It's that serious." The zombie looks stubborn like a rebellious child who can only accept death.

His tone became a little more serious, and he said viciously: "What I hate the most in my life is the so-called 'white lies' that you self-righteous people say.

You tell me that's a lie?Where is the goodwill? !That is kindness!Why lie! ?
It’s like a terminally ill person, in order to let him spend the rest of his life peacefully, relatives and friends unanimously conceal him. There is absolutely no malice or self-interest in this, but it often fails to meet expectations, and the deception cannot last. Instead, the patient loses the reason to cooperate with treatment and the opportunity to deal with personal affairs.

Such lies can put a person on the verge of a personal slippery slope, warns the woman philosopher Cicerapock.She wrote in "Lying, Moral Choices in Public and Private Life": When the psychological barriers disappear, the ability to distinguish truth from falsehood becomes more blurred, and the concept that a lie can not be detected may tend to Paranoid..."

"But I didn't lie." Thorne, who was sitting upright, folded his hands on the table and said calmly, looking at the zombie.

"You didn't lie? Damn it! You said you didn't lie, and you said I shouldn't be a zombie. But do you see what I look like?"

The zombie jumped up from the chair in excitement. He put his hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, stared at Thorn with gloomy eyes, and stretched out his fingers to his pale face, guiding the ranger's eyes to look at Thorne. here:
"Look carefully! Look at my handsome face, it is no longer as soft as before, and the color is not as rosy as before, because I can't take care of it carefully with Mandela potion, pearls and milk."

As the zombie talked, in Thorne's view, his excited heart was inexplicably calmed down again.

It can be seen from this that, apart from being more talkative, this Mr. Zombie also has problems in his brain to varying degrees.

However, Thorne thinks it is understandable, which is why he chatted with the other party so patiently.

No matter who is turned into an undead and stays alone for hundreds of years, he can't guarantee that he will not have any problems.

Thinking of this, Thorne couldn't help but look at the zombie Vanger sympathetically.

I saw him return to his seat comfortably, pointed at the portrait above the fireplace, and reminded:
"If you don't believe me, you can take a look at what I used to look like. There are several very well-preserved paintings there. Counting from the chimney, the first... sorry, you don't need to count, because these three paintings are all mine Own.

You know, I hired a portraitist to draw it for me at a great price, and I also specially asked the wizard to help me stabilize a simple spell to make it immune to the erosion of the years, and fortunately it has been preserved to this day.

Thorne, let me tell you the truth.The reason why I put so much effort into making these portraits is actually to pave the way for the new aristocracy, so that my descendants can see the glory of their first elders, and it will continue to be passed down like the history of rolling wheels. Who would have thought..."

"I've already seen it." Thorn didn't follow the zombie's suggestion to look up stupidly, but hesitated a little, and said in a flat tone:

"I have to say that your appearance in the painting is really perfect, especially the pair of arrogant eyes that impressed me the most. Even if I don't have to observe carefully, I seem to feel that there is a pair of eyes staring at me from a high place Same. This palpitating feeling...is like..."

"Like what?" the zombie asked quickly.

"It's like the gods are looking down... lowly mortals." Thorne rubbed his forehead and answered with a random word that he didn't know if it was suitable or not.

"As expected of a ranger, your insight is really meticulous. In my opinion, you can definitely become a great ranger..." Zombie Vanger grinned when he heard Thorne's praise. He was stingy with his compliments to Ranger, and then said proudly:

"Do you know what I have paid to maintain this perfect appearance? In order to make myself the most eye-catching rich businessman in Shuguang Town, I often attend various parties. There are many socialites, beautiful noble ladies, and even not yet Married noble lady. Like an open-minded student, I asked them how to dress up, how to make myself more glamorous, how to..."

"Wait until I finish speaking." Thorne reached out his hand to interrupt the zombie's endless self-showing, and said solemnly: "To be honest, that lifelike portrait is indeed in line with the words of praise that you said without repetition."

"Of course." The zombie held its head high, like a peacock spreading its tail.

"But..." Thorne paused intentionally, and then a smile appeared on his calm face. He crossed his legs, leaned comfortably on the back of the chair, and pointed to the middle portrait above the fireplace without looking at it:
"Don't you know? The technique of smearing to please customers is a necessary skill for every portrait artist. That is to say, the more famous the portrait artist, the more proficient he is in this technique, because they Knows exactly how to paint a portrait close to perfection."

"I...I..." Zombie Vanger saw the ranger on the opposite side blinking at him with a smirk on his face, and he didn't know how to refute this sentence for a moment.

In fact, he really wanted to open his mouth to refute, but he realized how disgusting he was still telling the other party a 'white lie' just now.

Obviously, if he started to refute, he would undoubtedly be slapping himself in the face, even though he didn't feel any pain.

"Okay, let's stop chatting here, Mr. Vanger." Thorne sat up straight, put down his raised legs, played with a clay teacup on the table, and said with a smile:
"Let's get down to business. If we waste too much time here, I'm worried that my friends will rush up desperately and purify you, a powerless zombie."

Through some chatting, he has confirmed the true strength of this zombie.

In addition to his self-awareness and being very lucid, his own strength is the same as that of ordinary zombies, or even inferior to ordinary zombies.

Because of this, I have a doubt in my heart.

That is why the group of them, under the protection of Kevlar's "Undead Concealment Technique", can move forward in the town almost unimpeded, and why they were discovered by this ordinary zombie.

"Where did we talk just now?" Thorn, who was a little dizzy from being surrounded by zombies, patted his forehead and asked.

As soon as he said this, he began to regret it.Because he didn't think a zombie with a crazy mind would remember what was about to be talked about.

"You said that I am not a zombie. The reason why I became what I am today is definitely not because of luck, but because of other reasons." Zombie Fanger remembered the content of the conversation between the two beyond Thorne's expectations.

"Thorn, I dare to ask you a question." Wanger hesitated, and said, "Are you really just a ranger?"

"Why do you ask that?" Thorne looked curiously at the serious zombie.

"In my perception, apart from exploring paths and tracking prey, the ranger's role is not as prominent as I imagined." Vanger said:

"But the feeling you give me is extraordinary, so I temporarily believe that your guess just now is indeed not a white lie to comfort me."

"It wasn't originally." Thorne muttered in his heart, and asked, "Then, Mr. Vanger, can you tell me how you found us? To be honest, I didn't feel any special power from you." , which also includes free magic elements and negative energy."

"Actually, I don't know myself." Vanger scratched his head in confusion, "Ever since I became an undead, this knowledge has somehow been stuffed into my mind.

I can even naturally see you walking under my nose, and I can accurately identify the spells, but I just don't know where these strange knowledge come from. "

"That's why I don't think you should be a zombie." Thorne was silent for a moment, looking at the zombie Vanger:
"And the reason why you turned into a zombie is likely hidden in a corner of the whole town. If you find out these secrets, all problems will be solved."

Thorne managed to direct the conversation between the two of them on issues he really cared about.

"I know, but on the premise that we are discussing this issue, please answer my question first." Zombie Fanger nodded, and looked curiously at the ranger opposite:
"Are you really just a ranger? Why do I detect a familiar aura in you, but when I think about it carefully, I can't remember anything."

Familiar smell?
Thorn was taken aback for a moment, and quickly guessed the general reason.

"It's normal. Maybe it's a glimpse of someone who didn't pay attention, or maybe all the encounters are reunions after a long time."

He did not continue to explore this topic, but replied perfunctorily, and once again directed it to the issues he cared about:
"Mr. Fanger, since you know the whole town very well, can you tell me what is strange about this space?"

Hearing Thorne's question, Vanger was still confused about the previous question.

Thorn waited patiently for about ten minutes. The confused zombie raised his eyelids and said, "Go out through the gate to the north of the town, and about two kilometers away, there is an altar of the undead lord Otis."

"The altar of Otis?" Thorne looked at the zombie whose eyes had recovered. "There is even an altar of the demon monarch here. Facing the demon's lair, why does your town survive to this day?"

"I'm not sure about that." The zombie shook his head slightly, "Maybe it's because a corridor full of statues blocking the altar and the town is working."

(End of this chapter)