traveler of time and space

There is no origin value for killing these undead.

In other words, they are not polluters at all, but a group of tool people used to continue the age of fire. These people died and resurrected, and after resurrecting they died again. use.

To be honest, Su Ziyu felt that they were also quite pitiful.

The so-called mission of continuing the age of fire and the ideal of saving the world are completely imposed on these undead people.

So what if it succeeds?

They should continue to enter the tomb or have to enter the tomb. What will be burned to ashes is still a pile of embers in the first fire. At most, it will be the next time when the fire needs to be passed on. A sword that knows how long it has been dusted.

"Aren't you going to kill me outright?"

Sister Friede's expression was a little strange, as if she wanted to die but was afraid of death. She stared at Su Ziyu in front of her and said softly, "You are the salary king."

"I am an ember without fire."

"If you kill me completely now, you will lose one enemy in the future."

I can't stay in this world for long.

Why do you have to fight endlessly with you undead?

Su Ziyu shook his head and said, "Why is this necessary?"

"You attacked me because you were an ember without fire, and performing the ritual of spreading fire was an imposed mission on you."

"I resisted because I didn't want to, and I didn't care about the mission."

"The title of Salary King was just imposed on me by some ghost hiding in the corner."

"I'll find it sooner or later."

Su Ziyu had discovered a problem a long time ago, that is, the two undead who attacked him one after another had a strange sense of resistance to spreading fire. Hawkwood lost his fighting spirit after being suppressed for a while, and Friede The nun obviously had other ways to fight, but she chose to confront Su Ziyu head-on. There was a faint illusion that she was here to die.

Hearing Su Ziyu's words, Sister Friede's expression was slightly puzzled, as if she was thinking, and the two sickles in her hands also dropped gently.

And at this time, Su Ziyu also asked the most crucial sentence, he said in a deep voice: "Actually, you don't want to spread fire."

"Is it right?"

Sister Friede couldn't help trembling when she heard the words. She raised her head and looked at Su Ziyu in front of her without speaking, but her teeth slightly bit the corner of her lips, obviously struggling in her heart.

"The fire ceremony is still going on."

Su Ziyu's thoughts became clearer and clearer. He stared at Sister Friede in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "But this world is still corrupt and corrupt."

"There are more and more immortal wandering souls."

"The living lives are almost gone, so what if the fire transmission is successful this time?"

"It's all just lingering."

"It will eventually rot completely."

It has been more than a day since Su Ziyu came to this world. Except for two undead who spread fire, there is only one monster polluted by human pus to communicate with. Other than that, he has not met any other monsters. a normal person.

The world is almost hopeless.

If spreading fire can really save the world, these undead people shouldn't lose their fighting spirit so easily. Su Ziyu's just a little tentative words made Sister Friede lose her desire to fight, and her expression was a little bit Bewildered.

"What do you want from me?"

Sister Friede sat down gently, sitting next to the bonfire, and placed a pair of strange sickles beside her side, as if she didn't care whether Su Ziyu would suddenly attack at this time.

She put a white palm on top of the bonfire, the flames touched the back of her hand but did not leave any scars, but did not blend into it, Sister Friede watched silently with her back to Su Ziyu The bonfire, said softly: "I am nothing but an embers without fire."

"I can't help you much."

The opponent's desire to fight completely disappeared.

The perception brought by spirituality told Su Ziyu that Sister Friede in front of her was in a very strange state. There seemed to be a black ring in her body, and she was drawing a faint breath from the flame.

"Then let's chat casually?"

Su Ziyu also sat by the bonfire, facing Sister Friede in front of her, in case something went wrong, she could respond at any time.

Snapped.

He casually took out the demon gourd, poured a cup of fairy wine, then handed it to Sister Friede in front of him, and said slowly, "Would you like a cup?"

"No need." Sister Friede shook her head lightly and said, "Sisters are not allowed to drink alcohol."

"Besides, I have already lost my sense of taste for food."

very pitiful.

Don't you even need to eat?

Su Ziyu drank it all by himself, shook his head, and asked curiously: "Do you rely on the fire to replenish your energy? You don't need any food at all?"

"The undead don't need food." Sister Friede said softly.

No wonder.

Su Ziyu found that it was difficult for him to find normal food in this world. If the undead didn't need food, it would be difficult for him to find some clean food by himself, so the food resources in the reserve should be saved a little.

Perhaps attracted by the smell of fairy wine, Sister Friede's calm face changed slightly. She took out a slightly glowing bottle, and took a sip at the campfire, and soon a cloud of water appeared on the surface of her body. Sparks flashed by, and a warm breath of fire surged through her body.

This is the only sentient drink for the undead.

—— "Elemental Bottle (Wonderful Object): Unknown."

The stuff inside is really like a magma-like liquid, and the squid can feel a hot breath through the campfire.

"Aren't you really going to try?"

"In this world, it's hard for you to come across better wine than this." Su Ziyu smiled.

Sister Friede in front of her is too calm, sometimes she looks like a wooden figure, which should be the state after losing her humanity. Su Ziyu is curious whether she still has material desires.

Sister Friede hesitated for a moment, then reached out to take the fine wine that Su Ziyu had poured, and she drank it down in one gulp.

cough cough.

In the next second, a blush appeared on Sister Friede's face, as if drinking for the first time, her eyes shone slightly, and she murmured: "This is impossible. I can actually taste it."

"wrong."