Chapter 137: Dead person

"Little sister, can I ask you something."
"Hey?" The little girl in the heavy padded jacket turned her head, her big cute eyes blinked. She didn't know the stranger who was talking to her.
The stranger is a middle-aged man, a pair of black frame glasses, faint wrinkles around his eyes, and a tired face.
He looked at the little girl with a kind smile, and said in a gentle tone: "Little sister, don't be afraid, uncle is not a bad person, but there is something you need to help."
The little girl tilted her head and opened her mouth slightly. The smile of the stranger made her feel more cordial, and she almost mistook the stranger for her father. Her father would smile like this to her.
She subconsciously wanted to agree to strangers, but she remembered her mother's words again: strangers always have a hypocritical smile and can't trust strangers.
Thinking of her mother's words, the little girl pouted and said timidly: "Mom said that strangers are bad people."
The stranger was taken aback for a moment, and then he showed a fatherly smile: "You are really an obedient child, uncle shouldn't embarrass you."
While talking, the stranger couldn't help stroking the cute head of the little girl, causing the little girl to flush.
With a light sigh, the stranger turned and walked away from the village.
The little girl stared at the stranger's lonely back, and her persistence was also shaken.
She shouted to the stranger: "Uncle, a person who is so gentle of you must not be a bad person?" The little girl's voice was very immature, with a little stubbornness and hope.
Facing the little girl's verification, the stranger trembled. At that moment he felt like a century had passed, and the little girl's question made him somehow answer.
"Half and half." The stranger turned his head and smiled.
The little girl didn't understand the deep meaning of strangers, she just treated him as a stranger and admitted that he was not a bad person.
The little girl was coy, her eyes turned and she was a little embarrassed: "Since Uncle is not a bad person, I am willing to help you!"
"Oh..." The stranger shook his head helplessly, walked to the little girl and touched her cute little head.
The stranger squatted down and said, "Aren't you afraid that mom knows to blame you?"
The little girl looked around and surreptitiously pressed to the ear of the stranger and whispered: "Um...Uncle, don't tell others that I helped you!"
"Uncle promised you."
"Hehe...Uncle, what do you want to ask Cherel?" The little girl asked curiously with her big watery eyes.
Cherer? What a nice name. The stranger thought in his heart. He took a letter and a photo from the inner bag of the brown fur coat and handed them to the little girl's fat little hand.
"Wow, uncle, this big sister is so beautiful!" The little girl excitedly took the stranger's rough, calloused hand, and pointed to the stranger at the girl in the photo.
Looking at the girl about seventeen or eighteen years old in the photo, the stranger was in a daze, with a warm smile on her face. One and a half years have passed since this came out! He couldn't help but remember some of the past, those memories touched the string deep in his heart.
The stranger quickly came back to his senses. He pointed to the girl in the photo and smiled: "Cherell, this big sister is called Oriana. Because my uncle is in an emergency tomorrow, I can’t see her in person. Tomorrow when you see Dongfang The colorful corrugated candy appeared in the sky, you just walked east and handed the letter to this beautiful big sister."
"Bobantang? Cherer knows! Uncle, isn't it the candy that Piltworth has?" The little girl's eyes flashed, and she imagined the corrugated candy that her father brought back to her last time in Picheng. .
A doting look flashed in the stranger's eyes. He stroked the little girl's head and said with a smile: "Hey, take it, tomorrow that big sister will also give you a wave of candy."
The little girl took the colorful wave board candy and smiled happily, "Thank you, uncle."
"Okay, uncle should go, Cheryl, don't let your mother know when you go home, or you won't be able to help uncle." The stranger got up and walked towards the east.
The little girl was busy eating sweets, and when she thought of the stranger, the stranger had already gone very far.
The little girl wanted to know the stranger's name, she shouted: "Uncle, you haven't told me your name yet!"
After she finished shouting, the stranger had already walked away and disappeared in the wind and snow. The little girl turned her head in disappointment. She had to go back to the village soon, or her mother would scold her again.
As she walked, the little girl's pupils gradually enlarged, and she opened her small mouth happily.
Because she heard the uncle's slight, near-empty voice behind her: "Colin Refek..."
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In a gloomy cave east of the Iron Ridge Mountains, Colin Refek looked at the huge metal jar with complicated patterns on the ground.
He slowly opened the jar, and three souls like green smoke floated out of it.
The smoky soul gradually solidified, showing Karthus, Mordekaiser, and Yorick in the state of soul.
When the three of them awakened from their drowsy consciousness, it was Colin Refek's figure. Observing the surroundings carefully, the three also realized that Colin had rescued them.
The three looked at each other a few times, and through eye contact, they decided to let Karthus speak on his behalf.
Karthus's soul flickered, like an oil lamp that would go out at any time. His voice was slightly weak and said: "Humans, did you save us?"
With a mocking smile on Refek's face, he jokingly said, "That's right."
Listening to Refek's rather mocking voice, the three of them were shocked, and they had a bad feeling.
Karthus secretly used the remaining magic to make a magic sound of temptation, bewildered: "Human, we are very grateful for you to save us, and after we recover, we will give you the power you desire."
"There is no need for strength, I need your three souls to use it." Refek smiled evilly.
Karthus stared at Refek warily and said, "What do you mean?"
"Jiejie...what do I mean? The three of you should have died on the Ironridge Mountains. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't live until now. My request is very simple. I need your soul!"
As soon as the voice fell, Refek's whole body was like a dead body, and his eyes gradually began to be filled with bloodshot eyes until it almost covered the white of his eyes.
Just like the first time Sivir saw such a Reefek from under a telescope, the souls of the three Shadow Island Demons in a weakened state seemed to be tied in place, unable to move.
Their souls seemed to be frozen by something, and the piercing pain made their already dim souls weaker.
"Human, you are playing with fire!" Karthus's soul twisted into a ball, and he warned Refek in pain.
Refek directly ignored his warning and continued to eat away at the souls of the three Karthus.
"Ah... I'm going to kill you!"
"Damn humans!"
The painful howls and curses of the three did not scare Refek, but made Refek faster to eat away at his soul.
After a long time, the cave was calm again. At this time, Refek was like a demon, and his body became more and more corpse.
Refek smiled wickedly for a while, his eyes full of bloodshot eyes like a spider web. He smiled and said to himself: "Kill me? Haha...I've already died in Freljord..."
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