Chapter 792 Questions and Answers
But the mottled and complicated memory fragments, at this time, fixed to a picture.
It was a dark cave. His skinny body lay on the ground, closed his eyes without gods, and fixed his life. His body slowly expanded, deteriorated, spoiled, and finally became a skeleton.
The skeleton of the white and gloomy.
"I am Tulas, but I seem to have... dead?" When Tulas realized this message, he suddenly opened his eyes.
After he opened his eyes, more information was all coming in.
Unwillingness, resentment, and obsession with leaving after death made him crazy. Then linger on the dead island, year after year. During the period, many people entered the island and many people were killed by him.
Every time he kills a living person, he goes back to his buried bones and sleeps, waiting for the next living person to enter. It became a scavenger in this small island, and it removed all the glare that seemed to him.
Until a few years later, he saw a living person again, and the living person was so powerful that he seemed to be wiped out by the living person.
"Oh, no. If I was wiped out, why do I still exist now?" Tulas thought about the problem, not even noticed the changes in the surrounding environment.
"But, I was obviously killed by that weird gun?" Toulos has so far been unable to tell whether he is a soul or a soul.
When he was confused, a voice suddenly passed into the ears of Turas.
"Woke up?"
This is a faint sound, and the tail has a long and elegant charm, which sounds very sweet.
Oh, sweet?
Tulas suddenly glimpsed, what a wonderful vocabulary, why did he suddenly use this vocabulary to describe this voice?
From the moment he was trapped in the darkness of the darkness, all the emotions he could perceive were negative, darkness, fear, helplessness, madness, killing and death. These melodies have been haunting his memory. In the debris.
Let him always sink and fall in the dark.
He never thought that one day he would suddenly be happy because of his sweetness? This is a very small and very subtle joy, which may not be noticed by ordinary people, but the Thousands who have never felt positive emotions in the millennium have sensitively captured the changes in the heart.
Fortunately, this kind of good fortune, how long has he not felt?
At this moment, Tulas found himself feeling the light.
So miss. It was like a reunion with a friend who hadn't seen for a long time. In the heart of Tulas, there was a burst of joy, and I couldn't help but laugh.
"What are you happy about?" The nature of speaking is Anger. He uses his mental power to perceive all the subtle actions of Tulas, so he knows that Tula's present laugh is naturally filled with happiness.
Is it happy because of new life?
"Your voice is very sweet, and I feel very happy." Tulas smiled and didn't care where the sound came from, and who was talking. He cares about the long time that he has never been drunk. Withered consciousness, it is slowly rejuvenating.
"Thank you for your compliment." Angel whispered, his eyes still watching Tulas.
Tallas, laughing, more baby face.
Junxiu is like a girl next door. If his helmet is long hair and then changed into a woman's dress, Anger estimates that Tulas should be able to sway a lot of young people who are ready to move.
"Although I can't feel your joy, but if you have a happy mood, don't you mind sharing your story with me?" Anger asked again.
Tulas laughed more happily, and his mouth was vague: "Your voice is in line with my voice aesthetics. So, I can promise you."
With the approval of Tulas, Angel did not force him to explain immediately, but waited politely for a while.
Until the smile of Tulas slowly faded, Angel asked: "Are you Tulas?"
"I'm."
Angel: "Did you wake up to the present, have you not been curious about who I am?"
Tulas: "I know who you are, are you the wizard who killed me?"
"Kill you, do you think so? Do you think you are dead?" Angel continued to ask if he wanted to see if there was any deviation between the memory nature of Tulas and his ability to think.
Tulas thought for a moment: "I don't know, but I think you killed me and killed me who is not like me."
"Not like you?" Angel said with a smile: "Do you mean that you are full of suffocating? But, I remember your nickname is the king of temper."
"Yes, you killed myself that I hate, I can't control myself. I should thank you for saying it, let him disappear from my mind. As for the king of violent, it is just a The traitorous aristocrats I robbed, a deliberate spread of the outside, did not know why it was actually used..."
"However, I really like the name of the tyrannical king, which is in line with my name aesthetic."
From the dialogue of Tulas, Angel has basically confirmed a point. The memory thinking of Tulas should be restored, not only remembering the things of his life, but also the things in the dead.
It seems that the effect of the reincarnation prelude is really as Sanders originally speculated that six white bullets can only be used against one undead, and the final effect is to return the undead to the soul state.
Anger immediately took out the handwritten notes and quickly recorded the results of the experimental body.
While recording, Angel also did not forget some things with Turaskop: "After the death of ordinary people, there is a certain chance to give birth to the soul. If the soul is not interfered by external forces, there is great resentment or obsession before death, there is a chance Fallen into the undead, the body of the undead is almost all negative energy..."
After Angelkop, Tulas said: "I used to be a state of undead, and now I have become a soul again?"
"Yes, the six bullets that will return you to the soul, the wizarding world is estimated to be unique, precious and abnormal. So, you can return to the real world, this is your luck."
After listening to Tulas, he suddenly realized. No wonder he felt happy before because he is no longer a dead soul!
"Although you are already in a state of mind, if you continue to be exposed to negative emotions and strength for a long time, there is still the possibility of degeneration. Therefore, I suggest that you not be obsessed with obsession, and if you re-degenerate into the undead, my bullets will be wasted. "Angleton paused: "Of course, I just suggested that you do what you want."
Even if it falls again, it can add new data to the experiment. Therefore, Angel does not mind whether Russ will fall, but before the fall, at least to explain the island.
"I am very relaxed now, I don't want to go back to the madness..." After the fear of Tulas, he suppressed the millennium, and he understood the preciousness of peace at this moment.
"Right, Master Sorcerer, are we still on that dead island?" Tulas suddenly said.
Anger noticed that when Tulas said this sentence, there was a trace of anxiety in his eyes. He shook his head: "No, I brought you out."
When he heard that he had left the cage, Tulas’s expression was stagnation, and a certain string in his heart was broken, and there seemed to be a clear sky at the top of his head. A heavy stone crushed in his heart suddenly broke.
Really left? Really left!
Whether it is the obsession of the undead, or the wish as a soul, it is to leave the cage that has smashed him! Now that I have really left, the surface of Tulas is not obvious, but the heart has been excited to add.
After a long time, Turas calmed down.
Since he left the cage, where is he going next? Tulas knew that all this might have to be decided by the wizard.
He looked at the surrounding environment and wanted to determine where he was, talking to the wizarding adults outside.
Here is a small room with empty walls, except for a colorful look, like a church window, without anything.
Tulas tried to walk to the window. When he looked out through the colored window paper, the next second slammed back a few steps.
He couldn't see anything else outside, only to see the blazing flame.
"Don't I come to the Abyss of Fire now?" Tulas exclaimed.
Anger looked at the miniature church in his hand and looked at the burning stove on the side of his eye. The corner of his mouth was slightly pumped.
He waved his hand, like Frode's side. He also arranged a fantasy scene for the room in Tulas. He had a bed with a seat and a book, and even a sinisterly placed "The Night of the Night" on a conspicuous desk. on.
Tulas looked at the room that suddenly changed around, and his face was amazed. He took a turn in the room and finally chose to sit on the bed: "I haven't slept in such a soft bed for a long time. This is too much for my furniture aesthetic. Just, I don't like to put the bed facing the mirror."
Angel: "..."
The sound is aesthetic, named aesthetics, and even aesthetics in furniture? Anger suddenly felt that the picture of Tiras in front of him seemed to be getting worse and worse. Sure enough, the novelist's novels were not credible. The mighty image in "The Night of the Night" is still going with the wind.
"This room is yours in the future. If you want to arrange it, you can come with your heart." Angel said.
Tallas nodded, and then it was just right: "Witch Master, you took precious bullets to change me back to the soul, and took me out of the dead island, can you tell me why?"
"There are two reasons. First, I hope that you can answer some of my questions. Secondly, you are my experimental sample now, and I have to take it with me." When Anger spoke the experimental sample, he carefully observed the Tulas. The expression, he found that his expression did not have any abnormalities, which made him somewhat surprised.
"Are you not afraid?" Angel asked with an eyebrow.
"The sorcerer has been hardworking to return me from the undead to the soul. I wonder if I should get back to me again and again. Besides, I am already dead. It doesn't matter if I don't fear." Sitting on the bed, shouting and shrugging.
"It seems that you have already accepted your life."
"If you don't accept your life, I can't do the wizard." Tulas was helpless.
"Not necessarily, should you have memories of the undead? At first, you killed a wizard apprentice at Baibei Shipping."
Tulas recalled for a moment, but there was no memory. Because his memory as a dead soul is very confusing, there are too many people to kill. As long as the outside world comes in, he will go to the slaughter. Who is who, he doesn't care.
"Is there? I can't remember it. But even if I have it, I found that I could teleport when I was in the undead. At that time, I might have killed a less-skilled wizard apprentice.... Now it is a soul, can't be teleported. So how could you fight the wizard?"
Anger wondered, "You can't move the space now? Isn't space shifting your talent?"
(End of this chapter)
