When League of Legends Comes to American Comics

Chapter 195 You Are Dead

"I know, when Mom and Dad hid me inside, they told me they were going out to fight the ghosts, and when they had beaten them all away, they would come back and get me out again."

The little boy shrugged his nose, then lowered his head to look at his own cartoon bench.

On the cartoon bench, there are three names carved with a knife, which should be the names of their family of three.

"They are dead."

Nan Ke hesitated for a moment, but still chose to tell the little boy the truth.

After all, judging from the current state of the little boy, he should already have a vague idea of ​​what happened.

"I know."

The little boy still kept his head down, but from Nan Ke's perspective, he could see his shoulders shaking slightly.

The children of the poor have long been in charge of the family, like a child of his age, who has learned from the usual behavior of their parents to observe their words and emotions, and also learned how to hide their emotions and fragility.

Nan Ke was silent for a while, watching the little boy sobbing silently, then slowly said: "You are also dead."

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The shaking of the little boy's shoulders stopped for a moment, and then the aura around him changed obviously, and even the darkness that had been driven back by the halo emitted by Nan Ke started to move again.

However, this change only lasted for a few seconds. When the little boy raised his head, revealing some red eyes and a face covered with tears, everything around him returned to its original appearance.

"I know."

Even in the dark room with no light at first, the little boy couldn't confirm his death.

But after Graves opened the seal of the dark compartment, when the light flooded in, he saw a self exactly like himself lying on the ground, he also began to have this doubt;
And after he directly crossed the floor out of thin air, from upstairs to downstairs, no matter how stupid he was, he knew that he might have become one of the ghosts.

The parents probably never thought about how long the little boy could survive with the little air left in the dark compartment after they completely sealed the narrow and airtight secret compartment to death.

Or maybe they knew it, but under the circumstances at that time, when facing an opponent that they couldn't understand the existence at all, they could only try to do it by doing what they could do to the extreme. Let the children have the hope of surviving.

After all, if you stay outside, you will die, but if you stay inside, after all, there is an extra possibility.

In the end, the facts proved that the actions of the little boy's parents had indeed fooled the group of ghosts, but they hadn't fooled the air.

It can be said that the story of the little boy and his parents is a complete tragedy, and it is really staged in front of Nan Ke at such a close distance.

This kind of touch and impact on emotions is far beyond the touch and impact of seeing this kind of story from TV or movies;

Even, when Nan Ke was unconscious, the white halo around him automatically showed an aggressive posture, completely forcing the surrounding darkness out of the room.

And the moment the darkness faded, the water glass that the little boy had been holding in his hand hit the blue bench with a 'snap', and then fell to the ground and turned into a pool of debris.

Nan Ke took a deep breath and asked nonsense, "Then do you blame them?"

After asking, Nan Ke laughed to himself;

And the little boy on the opposite side also laughed, the tears that hadn't completely 'evaporated' mixed with the smile, making Nan Ke think that if the boy's parents were still there, he would be very pleased to have such a son.

When your parents have paid everything for you, even if the final outcome is not as they wished, what else is there for you to blame and resent?

This principle is very simple, but in Nan Ke's past experience, there are actually many adults who don't understand this principle better than the little boy in front of him.

Nan Ke smiled, raised his head and blinked his eyes, then lowered his head to look at the little boy, and asked, "Another question, do you want to avenge them?"

"miss you!"

The little boy replied quickly, and the red light in his eyes became a little purer.

Perhaps because of the influence of the shadow, the little boy in front of him became a special existence, which is commonly known as a 'ghost'.

But because of Nan Ke's intervention, the darkness was directly dispelled and the little boy's humanity was maintained, which made him a special ghost with the ability of "spirit" but no ghost thinking.

Of course, in Nan Ke's view, the little boy's ability is of no real help to him, at best it can enable him to maintain his own soul and exist in this world for a while.

However, from a rational or psychological point of view, having a little boy around to witness all this can release Nan Ke's inner depression better.

"I will take you to revenge later, but now, you need to tell me what you know."

Nan Ke got up from the chair, then squatted down in front of the little boy and asked.

"How many are there?"

Numbers are a key issue, depending on whether Graves can cope.

"How many people?" The little boy shook his head, "There are many, many ghosts, but there is only one person."

"one person?"

Nan Ke froze for a moment, then licked his lips, "Are you sure he is human?"

It stands to reason that there is a high probability that the existence killed in the shadow will directly become a member of the army of undead due to the influence of the shadow curse.

In other words, in the Shadow Isles, there should be no 'human' species.

"I don't know, but when I peeked through the window, I could see that he had feet, while the other ghosts were floating in the sky."

"Is that so?" Nan Ke pondered for a while, "Then do you remember what he looks like? Just describe it roughly."

If there is only one person, then it is almost certain that this person is one of the 'heroes' of Runeterra.

"I can't see clearly. He was wearing a hat-like coat, but I saw that he was holding a lantern in his hand, and another hand was holding something like a chain."

Complicated emotions appeared in the little boy's eyes. It seemed that hatred was mixed with a little fear. He continued:
"I saw his hook pierced through Uncle Mark's chest, and then the lantern seemed to light up, and a gray shadow was pulled from Uncle Mark's body, and then Uncle Mark died."

"anything else?"

"Also." The little boy continued to recall: "Those ghosts seem to have run out of the lantern. At the same time, some black things will emerge from the lantern. They rise to the sky and form black clouds."

(End of this chapter)