Chapter 48 Lich and Blood Cadaverine

"Where are those bones?" the little fly asked buzzingly. It's extremely difficult to make the buzz sound in a sentence that has neither a uh nor a dummy sound, but it does it easily.

Yi Cha really thinks this is a bit powerful. Of course, using "somewhat powerful" to describe the extremely vicious Demon of All Demons is a bit biased.

"He calls himself Yimetz. He is the world's first arcane mage. He is made of bones - just to keep his spirit somewhere to connect. Those bones may not be his." Icha let the rickets continue to arrange the plots. , walked aside and explained.

Maybe number zero. Depends on calculation method. he thinks. "He ran away."

"Escaped. Bone Mage." said the little fly. Use one front foot to sweep the ear - a small hole where the ear can be placed. "A bone mage. Then he is a lich."

It is different from the polite "sir" commonly used among spiritual creatures. "Lich" is just a dirty name used as an insult. Short sentences composed of it are generally as follows: "Pure lich." "I met a lich today." "You are not a lich, are you?" "They are all a group of lichs." "You see me as a lich, I see you all doing the same." You can only really use it if you understand what it means. None of these usages are cute.

"That's right if you say so." Yi Cha said quickly. This is a completely unrealistic truth.

In any case, little flies don't seem to be bound by any kind of uncutness. Including the above types. After resting, it was full of energy again, ready to plunge into new conquests - Cha even picked a suitable target for it - a painting of a pair of lizardmen facing the inside of the frame and a large package twisted together. , with fingers of various colors ranging from five to sixteen segments. Fans of mutilated limbs will faint with excitement when they see them. But for some reason, the little fly didn't seem to show the urge to use them right away. It fell on the back of his hand, tilted its head, and rubbed its hands together seriously or casually. The two states behaved very similarly on it, making it difficult to distinguish.

"Blood Cadaverine Lich." The little fly let out a rustling laugh. "A lich." It seemed like it wanted to linger on the original topic for a while. "Why are you running? Why?"

"He is afraid. And he has never been afraid. This is what scares him the most." Although I don't know why it suddenly asked, whether it wanted to do anything or not at all. I checked and still haven't corrected it.

And when he said this, he also smiled. "It was frightened by the eyes. Not even by the eyes that could see through everything. It was frightened by the most ordinary pair of eyes and the most ordinary sights it saw."

"Buzz. What is that scene?" The little fly flapped its wings and continued to ask.

"A sight of murder."

"Hmm. It's very common. How many of them are done together?"

"There was only one murder. The murder was of an 'author'."

Yi Cha looked back at the rickets moving the land. Hold the back of your hand in front of your face. "The 'author' is believed to have significantly affected the other's living environment and mental state, and is accused of manipulating, forcing the other's destiny, and being significantly responsible for the current overall cosmic situation.

And the reason is just to have fun - he calls it 'creating fun'. It's not fun sometimes though. "

"Oh buzz. Got it buzz." The little fly said casually. to view it. Make sure it is indeed random. certainly. The little guy in front of you - or the evil lady represented by the little guy is also very responsible for the current situation in the universe. The reasons are no better than "creating fun"—or worse, or even equal. While he was here playing and chatting with a small piece of her soul like nothing had happened again, maybe the main part of her had run away, creating more responsibilities to shoulder in the real forest of all things. And there was no way she could bear them.

Willy Shaw is not necessarily an author who sits downright and carefully carves out the context of the world picture. But Beelzebub is definitely the charcoal pencil scribbling on the scroll.

Charcoal is unusually in the mood today. Generally speaking, the actions of the Lord of Hell are chaotic and unpredictable. She can be in a high mood at any time and suddenly kill all the sound-emitting entities around her out of boredom. So nothing out of the ordinary.

But Yi Cha still felt something unusual. Beelzebub never calmly told him so much. She always interrupts suddenly, gets angry suddenly, seizes the topic suddenly, rushes out and kills strange demons passing by in the middle of the syllables - just kidding, they are not strangers to her.

"He was murdered because of this?" asked Charcoal, who had small red eyes and a pair of fluttering gray wings. Of course, this departure from the norm may be the other side of chaos.

Beelzebub had never asked so many questions at once. Really listen to the answers to these questions.

"That's not true." Yi Cha thought for a moment and explained slowly. "He was just a nuisance. The reason for nuisance had nothing to do with any of the crimes he committed."

"Just because he hates buzz?"

"Just because he hates it."

The little fly rubbed his hands. Laughed again. "Author of Blood Cadaverine."

"Cadaverine. Isn't it?" Yi Cha said. This time he didn't laugh. It's a huge crime not to laugh when you hear "cadaverine." He was a little worried to the point of committing a crime. "Your Majesty. Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"Comfortable." The little fly said nonchalantly. "Liches are afraid of this?"

"The lich is afraid of this." The lich may be afraid of something else. If the Lich had stayed, he might have been even more frightened to hear him and the Demon Lord talking slowly and calmly about the Lich and cadaverine. These things are so difficult to calculate. Looking at the red eyes and furry little heads of little flies - when Nesis is around, he can see the thoughts on others' faces. It was indeed a very convenient method, a method that made him nostalgic...but it was ineffective against Beelzebub, because she was always surrounded by pure darkness as a follower. These followers are not coming now. He could clearly see this tiny speck of Beelzebub.

It's because the "author" was killed. The original logic is falling apart. The hypothesis emerges like a dead body from the swamp. Quite conspicuous.

Like Metz said, there was no abnormality here, and there was no buoyancy for it to float. Originally there was nothing to calculate here. He wasn't thinking about it at all just now.

But who knows. The other side of chaos. He should be adept at chaos.

"Cowardly bones," said the little fly. It hasn't suddenly interrupted, suddenly become angry, suddenly seized the topic, suddenly rushed out to kill the strange creature passing by in the middle of the syllable delivery. "Where could he go?"

"I don't know." Icha said. This was originally a decent lie. Not anymore.

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