i used to be a devil

For Yi Rang, death has never been any different from deep sleep.

The moment the soul left the body, the curse of Socrates followed the soul again like a tarsus maggot.This state of being unable to get rid of, made Yi Rang sigh helplessly.

The surrounding area was filled with the smell of damp grass, trees and soil. Yi Rang, who had not yet opened her eyes, stretched out her hand and moved slightly, but her movements were restricted.

"..."

Realizing that she woke up this time, it seemed that she was not on a body that existed in a normal state, Yi Rang stretched her hand up enough, and touched the top not far away...

Well, there is a problem.

Controlling the newly revived body, Yi Rang inspected the small space he was in, and came to a conclusion with a headache: he was buried.Unlike the last time when he died suddenly and happened to be possessed, the clothes he put on this time...had been taken!buried!up!

This situation was simply not included in his consideration.

I don't know how long this body was buried, anyway, Yi Rang felt that if he stayed for a while longer, he would have to wait for the next time he woke up in someone's body at random.

Just kidding, having to sleep again in this situation is something he doesn't want to accept at all.

Besides, there is no soul left in the clothes this time, so there are many more possibilities to try.

After making up his mind to wear the clothes, Yi Rang stretched out his hand and pressed the inside of the coffin lid of the coffin he was lying on at the moment. The magical elements in the air gathered around him almost cheeringly, and then felt the magic power released by him. The magic power, following the fluctuations transmitted by his magic power, gathers abilities.

In the next second, a gust of breeze blew through the originally sealed coffin space.

There was a muffled sound from the tightly filled ground, and then a large piece of soil was washed away by the unknown inside, revealing the coffin below that lost its lid.

"Cough cough cough-"

I didn't feel it when I didn't pay special attention to it before. When the suppressed things were lifted, under the strong contrast, there was a feeling of suddenly breathing after holding my breath to the limit.

Not only a strong sense of suffocation hit in an instant, but also all the feelings followed.

It was as if the moment the cemetery was opened, some switch was also released.Pain, weakness, weakness, and pain in the extremities and every joint.

Originally, the movement of climbing out of the grave was stuck, and Yi Rang lay down on the edge of the grave pit without strength. After panting for a while, Yi Rang, who put his face on the mud, looked at the surrounding environment by the way.

The wilderness, the desolation and - this is a cemetery (this is the key point) is Yirang's final conclusion.

Suddenly thinking of something, Yi Rang raised his hand to look at his exposed skin on the back of his hand, and heaved a sigh of relief: it was really not easy not to give him another body with low mana reserves this time.

Although in Yirang's eyes, the normal situation of the amount of magic power reserves is completely different from the normal situation in the eyes of ordinary people.

Compared with Yiran Field, the physical strength of this sentence can no longer be described as lower, but must be described with words of the level of "totally unusable".

In contrast, the magic aptitude is not bad.

The pale and feeble hands clenched and then loosened. Yi Rang made sure that this time, she didn't need to step forward with a weapon because of the magic power.

"It's a good start."

Talking to himself, he said a word of comfort to himself, and the moon hanging high above his head quietly illuminated everything in front of him.

The wood used as a coffin was revived again under the stimulation of the magical elements of the wood system. It stretched out the last bit of vitality that was not completely exhausted, and the branches that grew out were entwined into vines on the feet, winding all the way to the ground.

After struggling for a long time, Yi Rang finally crawled out of the coffin pit.Then leaning on the tombstone of the grave where he just lay, he read the name on it with a crooked face: Borodor Doyat.

He looks like an unlucky and pitiful little devil, and his name still has an indescribably familiar feeling.

——I just can’t remember where I heard it.

He patted the top of the tombstone casually, as if he had greeted the original owner of this body, since he was dead anyway, what else could he do?

Gusts of night wind swirled around Yi Rang. At this time, the Demon King, who was wearing thin pajamas and barefooted, looked a little pitiful.

After a gust of night wind swept over Yi Rang, the smell of damp water in the air became stronger, and then it began to rain.

"Clap."

"Click, click, click..."

It's just a patter of raindrops, not dense but bean-sized raindrops clearly foreshadowing how heavy the rain will be.

Lowering his head slightly, seeing the dark color on the ground in front of him stained by water, Yi Rang suddenly had a thought: Should I wait until the rain is over before getting out of the coffin?

With the idea that he knew it was completely impossible, he helplessly looked around the empty tombs. For a moment, Yi Rang was really aggrieved and wanted to change his body.

—Is it too late to commit suicide now?

Self-deprecating and self-defeating, he asked himself a question, resigned to his fate, and raised his hand to activate the remaining magic power, driving the elements of the light system to form a shield-a skill that was originally used for defense. Use, it can be regarded as the effect fit.

That's it, a vacant part appeared in the rain curtain that was isolated.

Looking at it from a distance, it looks like a part has been maliciously cut off by scissors.

Leo Milton, who was wearing a purple leaf to hide from the rain, saw the figure in the rain from a distance, and felt that there were people like him coming to the cemetery of noble lords to steal food in such a hellish weather.After all, human settlements are only so small. If a large area of ​​land is still used to bury corpses, it means that those in power need to expand the land area to solve the living problems of living people.

Is the dead or the living more important? When the dead want to compete with the living for land, this kind of thing will always have an obvious result.

The cemeteries are consciously arranged in relatively safe suburbs.And the cemetery of the noble gentlemen has even cleaned up the surrounding monsters.Under such circumstances, after certain festivals, there will always be some poor people who can't eat enough to come to steal things-it is absolutely impossible to have grave guards in this kind of place, and no nobleman can afford such a price. kind of price.

Except, of course, the royal family.

Leo Milton came here at a time like this, obviously to order food.If you ask him to say that offering sacrifices to the dead is really in line with the style of aristocratic gentlemen.The living can't get enough to eat, and the dead still have something to eat.He ate and took the food in the cemetery, and put the rest in his own pocket.At noon, the sun was just right, so he squatted in the uninhabited cemetery and rested for a while under the sun.

Because of the existence of Hades, ghosts and undead in this world will not emerge from the cemetery.Ghosts cannot leave the West Mansion until they have enough undead mana, and the undead are the species created by ghosts wearing their own bodies after possessing undead mana, have memories of life, and are unwilling to appear in front of living people.

Under this setting, for Leo Milton, the wind is sunny, the sun is just right, the surroundings are quiet and quiet, and his pockets are full of food. Too much.

Besides, the noble cemetery has more or less an expulsion barrier against monsters. From some perspectives, this place is really perfect for an outing for the poor Leo Milton.

I have been living alone, no matter when I want to go back, it doesn't matter - as long as I hurry up before the guards close the city gate.

With such thoughts in mind, Leo Milton encountered a sudden heavy rain on the way back, and there was also a strange man gradually walking in the heavy rain.

At first he thought that the other party was drenched in the rain, but as he got closer, he realized that things were not as he imagined.

That person was wearing the white clothes that Leo Milton bet could never be sackcloth, definitely not the style he wore outside, without shoes and socks, walking barefoot and looking poorer than himself.

Always feel more pitiful than myself.

Holding the Oz leaves, Leo Milton tugged at the pocket in his hand, staring at the rain that seemed to be avoiding him, and after hesitating for a long time, he still called out to him, "Hey, do you want an umbrella?" ?”

"..."

Yi Rang stopped when he heard the shout, and following the sound, he saw a young child squatting under a tree by the side of the road...or should it be a teenager?

Take a closer look, every part of your body is saying "I'm malnourished, it's not that I can't grow taller".

"Are you calling me?"

Originally, I hadn't figured out what angle to play the role-playing game this time, but after looking at the dwarf in front of me, Yi Rang came up with some new ideas.

After a while, Leo Milton felt a little regretful at this time.

All sorts of improbable conjectures popped up and circulated in his mind over and over again, and a voice was brainwashing him and said: What if?The first envoy can betray the first god, and the lord of the West Mansion can kill the prophet, one of the few remaining gods in the world. What else is impossible?

He was guessing that the person in front of him was an undead.

Because the direction that this person walked, the only possibility is the cemetery of Doyat's family.

Trembling for a while, the corners of his mouth twitched into a smile, and he continued to follow what he just said, "Well, I thought you didn't have an umbrella, hahahaha, I happen to have leaves of the Ozzy tree here—"

It was a leaf that looked like an umbrella, and to some extent it was also an umbrella often used by the poor.It costs nothing, can be seen everywhere, and is thrown away after one use.

The disadvantage is probably that the ability to block rain is not very strong.

After being silent for a while, Leo Milton felt that the smile on his face was a little aching. The person in front of him was silent, and the longer the time passed, the more uncertain he was.

"Then, I accept it."

"..."

Leo Milton breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to say goodbye just now, and then fled quickly. Who knew that the person in front of him continued to say, "Then, as a thank you, let me grant you one wish."

"...???"

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——I said, Lord Demon King, when did you change your job to be Aladdin's magic lamp? ? ? .

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