Willy Shaw runs wild on the edge of the underworld. That's a nice way of saying it. The great Master Willy Shaw knew so many nice things to say, and that was where he excelled. Hey, think of something good, he advised himself. There was definitely enough material collected for the weird edition of Wei Xing's weekly revenge issue. The only question he had to worry about was whether he could bring it back alive.
oh. Perhaps there is another thing worth worrying about: if Wei Xing Qi Mian is gone, the significance of the existence of Wei Xing Weekly will be slightly weakened...
Call him a ruthless master, he really isn't too worried about this. An edge of the dark realm disappeared under his feet. Willy Xiao climbed up and encountered a new edge. Endless. This is not bad. Maybe there are no edges at all. He kept going in circles.
Dodie is dead.
All the nice things to say were suddenly hidden, preventing him from finding them.
Dodie is dead and Lanlewin killed him. As for him, he may suddenly say goodbye to the world. Of course, the Archlich is unlikely to die, but there is really no other way to describe the scene he saw - Lanlewin sprouted teeth from his face and tore Dodi into the top porcelain repairer. Tiny pieces that will make you shake your head. Willy Shaw was running lifelessly through the terrible territory, thinking wildly, trying to tell Ezhaint Sinkardstu this information that was neither accurate nor correct. Of course, the devil may not be the right person to tell this to at all.
"I said, I promise to let you leave safely."
A cold little hand appeared out of nowhere, sliding past his throat like a dead starfish. "I'm kind enough to show you the way - go to your right."
"My right hand is kicking in my pocket, and it's pointing downward." Willy Xiao said harshly.
But he turned to the right anyway.
Sure enough, the lines in the dark area fluctuated slightly, and after an unknown amount of time, a small light gradually appeared in the horizon. That is to say, Lan Lewin told the truth, and he did not intend to pose a threat to his life. He looked serious and ran faster than anything else.
Willy Xiao felt that he was not afraid of death. It's just that it's not a matter of death. He had heard that some undead jesters living in the wetlands of the first world liked to resurrect others repeatedly. On the one hand, it was out of some good habit of thrift, and on the other hand, it was because of emotion-when they repeatedly played with other people's bones, When accumulation reaches a certain level, it is indeed inevitable to have feelings. They don't really want to play with other guys.
Lanlewin could easily play around with their bones, but this kind of emotion was not what he wanted.
Willy Shaw reached the glimmer of light, jumped through it. This was not his original plan - he had decided to follow the route Dodi had taken him anyway. Naive hope overcame him - it would be convenient if Lanlewin's guidance could bring him directly to Echaint.
"I shouldn't have come, should I?"
After falling vertically, he apologized to the disturbed person in front of him. Willy Shaw fell on a golden arithmetic table - it's hard to tell whether it was intentional or a coincidence. This pure arithmetic table had been stretched to about the size of a small city (pure gold has excellent stretchability Sex, oh, this kind of boring knowledge is not intended to be written in the weekly newspaper, but it really helped him at the moment), he stepped on a hole in the gold foil that had become extremely thin.
Although it was unrecognizable, it was not difficult to tell what it was and who it belonged to. Metz was right in front of him, his empty eyes facing him. Willy Xiao found that he didn't answer, so he waved his hand in front of him, and then immediately felt an impartial force penetrate into his heart, pinching his heart hard.
"Sorry. I'm very sorry." Willy Xiao knelt down and coughed. forgive me. Arcane radiance. he thought. He had always thought that there was nothing wrong - he planned to take advantage of this posture to repair the gold foil and make up for the embarrassment. He failed to do both. But Metz relaxed him.
If nothing else, he should be forgiven. "You disturbed my ceremony." Just as he was about to speak, Imetz said coldly.
Only then did Willy Xiao notice that there were many green sparks in the air surrounding the Original Olympian. On top of the spread gold foil, there are complex shapes composed of very pale green symbols intertwined together. They look amazing. What suddenly made him feel relieved again was that the place he punctured happened to be at the intersection of many geometric shapes, and starting from those ugly gaps, the green luminous symbols were fading away, along with the air. The green sparks in the sky are also slowly disappearing.
Uh-oh.
"Weixing Weekly Revenge Issue·Unexpected Edition" will include this matter. The problem is that it doesn't have an unexpected version yet.
"You must stay and repair these gaps. Help me complete the ritual." Yimetz was still cold - depending on the current situation, his attitude was extremely reasonable.
"ah??"
"If you don't want to be responsible, then let your body be responsible. I will make it responsible." Yi Metz said without any wavering. What he said is absolutely true.
No need to talk?
Willy Shaw looked around, hoping to find hope—an hope that was indescribably foolish. He didn't find it. But there is still a chance. "Where are those easy-to-manage little guys? They look like this." he asked. Arch your body into a pose. "When you reach out, little guys will appear beside you to help you with all your errands. Why not let them do it?"
"Depending on the effects of the ritual. They could become dangerous. I don't have to use them. You're just in time."
Judging from Yi Metz's expression, both "positive" and "good" probably lack evidence support. "Let's do it now," he said in the flat tone that only the dead could use. "Fight with all your might. There's still a significant chance of catching up."
Catch up on what? Willy Shaw wanted to ask. He had more to say. Naturally, the most effective ones were selected. "Dodie had trouble at Lanlewin's. He killed Dodie but spared me. Can you believe it? Given a choice of two, he picked Dodie instead of the great Willie Shaw. . This is really tricky. I have to figure this out." He went on and on, generously justifying the reasons why he couldn't work on this. "Besides, Dodi and you are the only remaining undead. Don't you care at all?"
The important facts were all in front of him. Willy Xiao looked at the original Olympian and waited. really weird. Yimeiz didn't react at all.
Isn't this truth enough for him? Does he need a story-telling rendition? Willie Xiao was not discouraged, and immediately organized his words to continue persuading, or to wait for an opportunity to slip away during the persuasion.
But without any hesitation, the brilliance of the Olympiad immediately shrouded his head and controlled him. He fell into an unbearable silence.
