Otherworldly Apprentice Lich and Foot Knight

"No." Old John's answer was an extremely straightforward rejection, "I just want revenge."

"Why do you..." Xia En tilted his head and glanced at Zhou Lingke. Zhou Lingke was taken aback for a moment, and then patted his forehead twice: he is a pig brain, and he forgot why this old guy gave him the chance to become a lich so simply. .Part of the reason was that the old man knew that Fewell was a fairly upright person, and he knew that what he did would definitely make him pissed off again. Even if he couldn't die by luck, he wouldn't forgive the old man.Now the old man would rather keep happy memories between heaven and man, and he doesn't want Fewell to come back and the two will part ways because of their different ideas.He really wanted to say to this old guy: Don't be so awkward, it makes people get goosebumps to still play with this taste at a young age.However, from another angle, this matter can still be used, "Over a million lives, teacher. If you continue to do this, I will bring Fawell back."

"I'm glad to meet you, my student. But don't test my patience." Old John glanced at Shane, his warning was extremely obvious.

"After all, your enemy is a person with great power, but is there really no way for you to take revenge only on the enemy? Is it really necessary to bury so many lives? Do you really love Fewell, or do you just Is it just to find a goal for your boring life?"

"No!" Old John was irritated, his phantom instantly multiplied several times, and the figure that had become a giant bent down and roared angrily at Zhou Lingke.

"I've got you." Zhou Lingke grabbed Xu Ying's collar, but the hand that should have penetrated through it was no different from when it touched the real thing.

"!"

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!" A man was coughing by the fire. He had brown hair, chestnut eyes, average height, and his tense muscles were not exaggerated. It was obvious that his physical condition was not good.He coughed for a long time, as if he was going to cough out his lungs, and even fell to his knees on the ground so weakly.

It is indeed difficult to find a drop of water from a big river. Zhou Lingke was originally prepared to start catching water drops in the water, just as Xia En worried.However, the powerful node cheating device helped Old John find him at the moment when Zhou Lingke told Old John to find Fewell's soul.Not all the souls in that river are under Zhou Lingke's control, only those who have signed an agreement with him, or relatively speaking lack of aggressive souls, Fei Weier's is the latter.

"Feiweier!" Old John rushed forward, trying to grab, hold, and hug the kneeling man, but he passed through the man's figure again and again, "What the hell is going on!" Old John Angry, he stood up and glared at Zhou Lingke angrily.

"We are in a drop of the river of death, a drop of Fawell's soul. From the day he came here, he has been repeating the most painful part of his life. Over and over again, until all his His obsessions have been wiped away. But now, it is still very clear."

It might even be overly clear—this is a decidedly unfeminine house, with arrows in vases, blue-gray curtains, and a broom in the corner next to a weapon rack.From the open bedroom door, you can see the same blue and black sheets and quilts. Although there is a dressing table, there is nothing on the table.Chipped chair backs, smudges on the dining table, creased drapes, and dappled sunlight are all real.

Originally, Zhou Lingke was a little afraid of this old man, but now... he really has the urge to spit at him.One would indeed be very familiar with one's own home, but Fairwell and Old John didn't live for too long, listening to him talk for a year at most.One year, under what circumstances can I remember the place where I live so clearly?Even if it is simple and shabby, it must have been devoted to it.It was a false loss for John Sr. How about Fawell?

"Oops." Fewell's cough got better, and the first thing he could do to stand up was to lift the pot off the stove.Because he was too hasty, the angle of the pot was tilted, and some soup overflowed and poured on his legs, but maybe he was too focused on the matter in front of him, and his expression and movements did not waver in the slightest.

Zhou Lingke has no sense of smell here, so he leaned over to take a look. It was a pot of chowder, including meat, plant tubers, and fruits.

"This is his best dish. It was taught by his mother. What kind of ancestral recipe?" Old John also looked at it and smiled, but what Zhou Lingke saw most in his eyes was fear, " It needs to be boiled for more than ten hours, and the requirements for the temperature of the fire are very precise."

The door opened and another old John walked in.Zhou Lingke looked at him, and then at the one beside him.It must be admitted that the current old John has restrained a lot, and the temperament of this real young John is so sharp that it seems to be able to cut people.He walked straight into the kitchen and sat down at the table.

Zhou Lingke wanted to spit at the old man even more: "Is this how you get along with your lover?"

"..." Old John was in a daze, "Have I ever done this before?"

There are always many differences between being in it and staying out of it. Zhou Lingke stopped talking to add excitement to Old John.

John put down the spoon after taking two bites, and the resentment on his face became heavier: "If you don't want to do it, don't do it."

"I remember... I remember... this was the last time I saw him, and the last time I ate his food. It was delicious, but... not as delicious as he has always made. At that time, I thought The reason is that it is the same as his performance for a long time in the past, he is no longer willing to put his heart on me." Old John looked at Zhou Lingke, "You don't need to remind me, I already knew how stupid I was, have you forgotten? ?”

For the old John who had regretted standing there, talking to Zhou Lingke, his eyes were fixed on Fewell.The John in Fewell's memory had already left, simply and neatly, without even looking back, not knowing that he was doing the thing that he regretted the most in his life.

Fewell stood there until he watched the door close before he sat down in the chair John had been sitting in and started coughing.After the coughing ended, he didn't eat, but started to clean up the cutlery and pots and pans.When everything was tidy and tidy, he opened the door.The world outside the door is not so clear, and the scenery a little further away seems to be hidden in the fog.Where Fewell saw was green grass, when he passed by, there was only the ground that seemed to be painted with green paint.

He walked for a long time, and kept stopping and coughing during the process. His handkerchief was already soaked in blood, so his footprints must be accompanied by blood.When he stopped, there was a dug grave at his feet, and in front of him, or right now, was the hut.Fewell coughed twice more, and then lay down in the pit without hesitation.

The scenery suddenly changed!They went back to the hut, where Fewell was cooking the stew again.

"What hurt him the most was my incomprehension..."

"You still only think about yourself." Zhou Lingke snorted, "At that time, what caused him pain was that he had to be separated from you." People, but it is also inevitable for the two of them.

The surrounding pictures suddenly shattered, as if a hand broke the reflection on the water.When the view became clear, they returned to the hut, and Fawell was back at the fire making soup.

"Do you want him to continue like this?" Zhou Lingke looked at Old John. Old John was afraid of being resented, so he didn't want to see Fewell, but what if he knew that Fewell was suffering? "And, he himself is clear."

"clear?"

"Yes, knowing that I am dead, knowing that these are just illusory replays. I am not him, but if I were in the same position as him, I would do the same. Because at least I can see you." It is said that this is the most painful memory when he was alive, but when he came to the world of death, isn't this kind of torture a kind of happiness?

"Why didn't he keep me, why didn't he change this memory, why... no, I shouldn't ask you, because I know the answer myself. He understands me better than anyone else, he knows, I must have I will leave. I may trust him, but I need a stronger force to help me take revenge. I will not even trust him at all, thinking that the sophistry after being exposed by me at that time-selfish, selfish and pure benzene Ah...it doesn't seem to have changed much even now." Old John smiled self-deprecatingly, and glanced at Zhou Lingke, "I won't tell him what I did, so he won't have to be angry, right?"

"You want to stay here?" When you return to the world of the living, you will find out.

"I am also a dead person." Old John smiled, and his illusory figure became solid at the same time. He walked over and hugged the person who was stirring the soup from behind. The person was startled and turned around, " I'm late, sorry."

You don't want to continue peeping, my student.A voice came into his mind, and Zhou Lingke seemed to be pulled back by an invisible force for an instant, and all the scenery passed by quickly.The old bastard was a bastard, but he was a genius.This place was supposed to be Zhou Lingke's home court, but the old bastard turned his back in an instant.

"Cough, cough, cough—" Zhou Lingke opened his eyes suddenly, wondering if it was because he was pushed back this time, his lungs hurt as if he had been cut by a knife when he was awake.

"Ling Ke! Ling Ke!" Xia En called out worriedly while helping Zhou Lingke calm down.Two days ago, Zhou Lingke fainted the moment he grabbed Old John, and Old John also disappeared.The surrounding area was still filled with thick fog, Xia En could only drag Zhou Lingke to the bone dragon, and made a bed with blankets, at least to make him more comfortable.

Before Zhou Lingke fully recovered, the ground under his feet trembled suddenly. It turned out that the bone dragon that had been lying lazily stood up. It stretched its wings and let out a roar that made people's eardrums roar.Stomping on the ground with both feet, Zhou Lingke, like Xia En, flew towards the distance at last.At the same time, strange crackling sounds began to appear all around. It was the sound Xia En had heard when the undead wandered around.

"It's free." Zhou Lingke finally calmed down. "They're all free."

The fog of undead that plunged the entire continent into fear suddenly dissipated for no reason.No, it cannot be said to dissipate, it should be said to shrink.It retracted to the original area of ​​Wangling Valley, and became a white viscous liquid floating in the air. Ordinary people would turn into dead spirits if they touched a drop.

The major churches immediately got busy, declaring that this was a charism shown by their own gods.

Zhou Lingke and Xia En have already returned to Mangtan, wearing ordinary clothes, sitting side by side in a tavern eating barbecue.They will live for a long time, and Mang Tan will develop faster and faster, but as long as the two of them are together, everything is just a trivial matter.As long as...the two of them are together...