After the spirit sub-transfer goes wrong

Repelled by the nameless undead, the profiteers in the Undead Town watched with envy as a steady stream of supplies poured out of the wooden box that could not be opened.

Why didn't he have such luck, he couldn't open the box that didn't even have a chain head...

But when the other party took out a ball of burning soul like a flame from the box, the profiteer's jealousy suddenly subsided.

Boxes filled with precious treasures like this are often stored in special ways, and only designated people or methods can open them.He's a guy who doesn't know anything, so don't even think about falling into the sky!

And the guy who can get these treasures will definitely grow into a big shot in the future. Instead of just being jealous, it is true to hug the opponent's thigh early.

So the undead who was looking carefully at the "flaming soul" suddenly found that the eyes of that dead profiteer looking at her suddenly became tender, which made people get goosebumps all over.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"No—er, no, I mean" the businessman in the corner suddenly rushed over and hugged her leg tightly, green light appeared from his dry eyes, "Master Undead, please accept me as your attendant Bar!"

"Oh, then the things you sell will be free to me in the future."

"Forget it, pretend I didn't say it."

……

After dismissing this greedy and stingy miser, the undead man was able to continue to look at the flame in his hand quietly.

It's not necessarily the flame, it's better to say that this is the soul in the form of flame, which is significantly different from those pale cloud-like light clusters.

The flame-shaped soul trembled slightly in the palm of his hand. Just looking at its own form, countless memory fragments were randomly poured into his mind.

The undead walked through the torrent of memory, wading through the magma that submerged the ancient capital, and then the flames violently rolled up from the ground, igniting the ancient immortal wood, and finally, she saw a dry and thin creature with no hair , and no clothes, just crawling with difficulty like that, stretching out his hand with the sound of the flame that illuminates the world.

The stolen flame greatly increased her power and changed her form.She became beautiful, strong and wise, and was called the "Old Witch" by the world.

Until he completely digested the burning sensation brought by the old witch's soul, the nameless undead man was still immersed in an incredible sense of dream.

The characters in the legend, who are like gods, were easily hunted down by her several times before.

How unrestrained and unrestrained this is, and what a great cause.

The undead man could not help but be fascinated leisurely while pinching various king souls and hero souls.

……

The long time of pinching the soul is always boring, until the profiteer in the undead town in the corner falls asleep, and the nameless undead feels that the great souls from the ancient gods and heroes fill every corner of this shriveled body.

The nameless undead man looked around, feeling that his field of vision had never been so clear. Through the narrow doors and windows, every scar on the body of the wandering soldiers outside the door was even barely visible.

The inexplicable confidence continued to swell in her heart, and the undead man poked the profiteer of Undead Town who was dozing off in the corner, and casually threw a piece of humane black spirit with his wealth and wealth.

"Hey, I'm leaving, do you remember how to get to the Flame Sacrifice?"

"Oh? Oh! Of course I remember how to get there. Even if I was cut into 800 yuan, it is impossible for me to forget the route to get there."

Suddenly awakened, the profiteers of Undead Town rushed to catch the humanity thrown by the other party, and treasured it.He was immersed in the joy of gaining humanity, and he didn't even notice that the thigh he was about to embrace was about to leave.

So the undead who received the gift from the previous reincarnation picked up the weapon called "Kragg's Demon Sword" in his hand, and left the bonfire full of confidence.

Those wandering souls in Undead Town are no match for her now.

In Undead Town, a place with intricate buildings and enthusiastic residents, even a great hero may accidentally overturn his car.

The alley in front of her was dark and narrow. Apart from the heavy breathing of the living corpses, she also heard some unusual sounds, like the barking of dogs.

The undead man stopped hesitantly.

In her impression, a dog should be a gentle, loyal and friendly animal. No matter how big a dog is, humans can easily end their lives.But another impression was frantically calling the police, reminding that there were extremely dangerous creatures ahead.

These two impressions are completely different, and even conflict with each other, which makes the undead people do not know what to do for a while.

In the end, she looked at the full equipment on her body, gave herself a boost, and stepped forward without hesitation.

……

The undead are now slapped in the face.

The so-called "dogs" are basically the existence of a big killer. The wandering soldiers in the entire Undead Town combined may not be as threatening to her as these dogs.

Small size means small target, and four legs means fast speed. Overly long weapons cannot be used in narrow alleys at all, and only light and short weapons can be used to hunt down the hounds raised by wandering soldiers.

As an undead man whose knees were hard to move precisely, he could only helplessly swing the short knife in his hand, and from time to time, a dog who was good at guerrilla warfare saw the gap and bit his thigh hard.

What was even more frightening was that there were as many as three or four "immortal dogs" surrounding her.After one dog bit her, another dog would come in as a substitute, piercing the armor with dog-tooth spikes as sharp as dragon teeth, and using severe pain to make the undead man's whole body stiff.

The routine of "attack—can't hit—be bitten by dogs—attack again" keeps repeating. The undead wield their weapons clumsily, and finally watch the hounds step on them in despair. Their red eyes seem to reveal humanity ridicule.

Beside the swaying bonfire, the undead man flipped over the so-called "strategy scroll" dejectedly, and looked at the passage written on it:

"The most important thing to do when you come across a dog is to watch carefully and act cautiously.

When facing a dog, you can kill it; when facing two dogs, you should approach it cautiously; if there are three dogs in front of you, please do not fight in close quarters, it is better to use a bow and arrow Kill them with flying knives or poisonous fog; if you are surrounded by four dogs, then congratulations, you can give up resisting..."

……

With blood on his face, the undead pulled Karag's magic sword from the tauren's body, stood on the towering observation deck, and took a celebratory sip of the element bottle.

Compared with the dogs just now, despite its huge body and muscles, this demon has a combat power of five. It doesn't even need to die once, and it can solve this little trouble with jumping and chopping.

After being stripped of humanity and soul, this huge pile of flesh quickly turned into fly ash, and the bridge became empty.

The undead continued to explore down the spiral staircase of the tower, and saw a wide bridge deck at a certain exit. There were only a few wandering soldiers standing on it, holding weapons in a daze. with.

The nameless undead man, who had been trained to be extremely vigilant by all kinds of unexpected sneak attacks and hunting dogs, felt that there was a great danger in it, so the guy who had died countless times in Undead Town grabbed the door frame and stuck out half of his head.

The bridge deck is wide and flat, with a clear view, and there are no wandering fingers on the railings, so it looks like a non-threatening place.But the undead always feel that there is some hidden danger, such as the sudden collapse of the bridge, or being "justice from heaven" or something...

So his eyes moved to the sky, and he saw a huge red dragon hovering in the cloudy sky.The red dragon spread its wings and circled in the sky, its eyes always circling the man-made fortress, as if it was about to breathe fire or pounce down in the next moment.

The undead decisively chose to retreat, continued to walk down the stairs, and saw the sixth sane person she met after coming out of the undead courtyard on a small platform facing the sun.

……

The person standing on the terrace was different from the people she had met before. Just by looking at his back, one could feel a burst of vitality from his tall and tall body.

This is the most precious and rare thing in this dead and decaying world.

This man wore a bucket helmet with bird feathers on his head, and his shoulders were covered with green grass or bird feathers. The round shield he carried in his hand was surprisingly large, and a funny sun pattern was drawn on it. .

The most important thing is that this person has smooth skin and a calm temperament. Obviously, he is not a wandering spirit who will attack visitors at will.

The undead man looked at his skinny appearance, silently took out a piece of human nature from his pocket and squeezed it out.

"Oh, hello, a friend who is not a wandering spirit! I am Solar of Astra, nice to meet you! As you can see, I am a believer in the Sun God Cult. The reason why I came here is Because I want to follow in the footsteps of King Gwen and find my own sun."

The strange warrior turned around, exposing the exaggerated and funny sun on his chest.

"Don't show such an expression, although everyone will be like this after listening to it. Do you think I am a weirdo? Actually, I really am. There are not many people in this world who want to look for the sun, hahahahahahahahahahaha"

"The sun, since I got here, I have never seen the real sun."

The undead subconsciously followed Solal's gaze to look at the sky, and all kinds of things during the journey couldn't help appearing in his mind.

The sky was full of dense clouds, and there was no trace of the sun, but wisps of bright light like sharp swords pierced through the clouds and fell to the world.

In this decaying world, is there really a sun?

Maybe it doesn't exist, but maybe it does.

So where is the sun?

Maybe in the ground, maybe in the world.

The author has something to say:

The king soul is something like a godhead. The king soul obtained by the old witch, Nite, Gwen and unknown dwarves should be similar to the main god, and the other king souls that were separated are not so powerful (large).

Come, come, brother Bai Yueguang Suo from soul 1 is here, brother onion with cinnabar mole is still waiting to go online in the ancient city of Sain!From now on, Roman will probably feel that something is wrong with the top of his head every day. XDDD

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