One tooth responded. Then all the teeth resonated and started to rattle. Shishu tried to take control, but was completely unsuccessful. The barely-fitting new face came closer: "Do you have anything else to say?"
Xi Shu felt his lips tremble. He opened his mouth and asked the question that he immediately regretted because of his excessive stupidity:
"Am I going to die?"
He realized that the demon was also approaching. The pair of heatless flame eyes hung above his left shoulder. He just came for one last look. Xishu thought. He will eventually turn around. Like evil facing true holiness, true justice.
Damn it. He should feel good about himself. Xishu was quite sure that this was the moment when he should feel good about himself. But he still just felt stupid.
To this day, it would be self-deception to deny what is special about you. Even the rakeworms passing by could tell that he was unusual - he had nightmares, he suddenly fell into a habit of lying, he ignored rules and regulations and made some ill-motivated actions - no matter who looked at him from any point of view, he There are definitely some problems. Those problems were in him - somewhere in his body. If he knew exactly where it was, he would definitely dig it out with a spoon and hold it in front of his eyes to examine it carefully.
The problem is that he lacks both the perceptual acuity and the skill at hand.
The worst part is, it seems like this dilemma only happens to him. The demons and undead surrounding him - none of them seemed to understand him better than themselves.
If it is just a superficial understanding. It simply cannot reach such a profound and transcendent level.
He could only understand that they had figured out his essence.
"Of course you will."
Xinchang·Ling leaned down and said.
Xishu stared at his big face. My whole body was paralyzed and I couldn't move. He reluctantly turned his eyes to look. As expected, the devil had turned his head and was staring at a pattern on the wall casually.
The strange thing was that he had no hatred at all for Ichaint Hincades. Whether it was his innate feelings, the nightmares that repeatedly frightened him, or the betrayal just now, none of them could make him hate the Demon Duke, who he only met a few times (the first time he heard about this guy from Lamel, He never expected that things would develop like this). He couldn't tell whether he was following the rules an angel should follow or breaking them.
On the one hand, he should fight evil until death, and on the other hand, he should forgive everything, especially the bad ones.
well. It's just too difficult to figure this out.
Of course he had no choice (he knew that angels like Dror or Lord Lamel had gone through a lot of hardships to become what they are now from some other creature), but as far as he knew, he was born That's it), maybe this is why he is not holy enough and almost meaningless. He didn't like to admit that he was a bit sneaky about everything he did and did it by force (ugh. Probably two entirely new crimes), but that was the truth.
Fortunately, he was about to be freed from this confusion. That's really the only consolation:
He was leaving his life, his body. It's like kicking off shoes that don't fit.
Xishu blinked. Suddenly it felt good.
He kind of understood what was going on.
Three minutes after being dead, he started to feel better. Of course, the time interval was a casual guess based on the surrounding environment - nothing changed much, except that he found himself standing between Yicha and Shanchang·Ling - the gap between the undead and the demon was actually very narrow, only Only the dead can stand - eh. He immediately made a miraculous discovery. After death, the body will become as thin as a leaf and can be easily tucked into a book——
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed another body lying on the platform in the center of the room. Um. It's him. This is not surprising. He was just lying there. No one here will compete with him for that position.
The twisted metal wires placed aside have been integrated into the body, and the white skeleton no longer exists - or in other words, it is covered with flesh called "Hishu".
The six pipes were still dripping with liquid that he didn't understand and didn't want to get close to.
Xishu looked at his body. To say that the mood is not complicated would definitely be false. But among the dozens of chaotic thoughts, there are still a few that have the upper hand——
The undead stretched out a new hand again and patted the demon on the shoulder. "You can turn around now." Someone died, but the air was still warm and calm. Xishu guessed that the death in the Land of Death should be the same as the divine chicken laying eggs in the Holy Light Hatchery (it is also the legend of the Source of Order that he has never seen but only heard about).
He raised his head and met Isaac's eyes.
"Ah." He had a problem. "Look." Xishu said. Not sure how to behave. It was his first death and he had no experience. And there is no certainty that the experience from one time can be carried over to the next time. Oops. I hope he won't even die badly
"this is me."
He pointed one finger at the body on the platform and the other at his frivolous self. "Or is this me?"
The devil didn't answer him. His eyes glanced up and down, then he walked to the other side of the room. Xishu was a little surprised. Just now he was the focus of the debate and completing the challenge, but now it seemed that he had become the correct answer - a piece of waste paper.
The dead angel wanted to keep up with the demon, but was held down by Zhenchang Lin - this time the leader of the undead extended his hand the most. He was almost pinned to the spot and unable to move.
"How do you feel?" Shangchang Lin's head twisted to his front - not only did he grow more hands, he also grew a neck.
"I..." Xishu said.
In fact, for the first time in days, he felt pretty good. Thin, dry and cool. But this alone is not enough. He remembered something and turned his head behind his back.
The wings were still there and he breathed a sigh of relief. The feathers even retain a fair amount of shine, and the padded feel below the roots isn't lost. "What have I become? A ghost?" He was free to ask for details. He tried his best to move his body under the pressure of the Stretch Lining. Although things were better than expected, it was best not to let down his guard - he didn't notice anything. The undead leader lifted him up and inspected the blind spots that were difficult to find.
No. There are no cracks, growths, excessive impurities, excessive or insufficient fusion. Xishu felt that he did not get close to Shenchang·Ling all of a sudden. But he could already make a preliminary identification: the undead leader was quite satisfied with the inspection results.
"It's not important." Shen Chang·Ling let him go and said softly. "You are our new comrade. Just know that."
"Yeah. I understand."
"Very good." She patted his back. Show encouragement. He turned him towards the devil. "Go now," he said. "Do what you have to do to him."
(End of chapter)
