'Since the old gravekeeper and Zorro were fine before, the cemetery should be safe...'

'Or...a ghoul just showed up recently?'

'It's troublesome... Zorro has a clear sleeve, can he move? I don't have a job anymore?'

"With my current body, no job, and no food, how can I survive in the wilderness? That would be too miserable."

The hardships of life in the wild are beyond the imagination of modern people, and even the ancients found it unbearable.

Unless absolutely necessary, he is still unwilling to give up his current stable environment.

After all, Zorro’s identity is so useful!

The only old gravekeeper who knew him well was dead, and he disguised himself perfectly.

Aaron was walking on the road to the small town of Yanan with a wooden stick in his hand.

At the same time, I am also setting a small goal for myself:

"First, live well, at least until the end of dimensionality reduction... I hope the difference in time flow rate between the two sides will not be too terrifying."

"Second, improve yourself by the way, explore the extraordinary system of this low-dimensional world, and blend with the spiritual system..."

Not long after, the outline of a small town appeared in front of Aaron's eyes.

The path paved with bluestone slabs remains new for a long time, but at the entrance, there is a tall arrow tower.

On top of the arrow tower, there were archers patrolling, which made Aaron feel bad.

The emergence of this war-functional building seems to indicate one thing - there has never been peace in this land, and it has always been in chaos.

Because he was an acquaintance, Zorro entered the town directly without encountering any difficulties from the patrolling militia.

The original Zorro, after saving a little money, would go to the only pub in the town, order a glass of the cheapest rye beer, and flirt with the waitress.

But Aaron is not in the mood today.

He searched for a long time on the only commercial street in the town and entered a grocery store.

"Our gravekeeper, what do you need?"

The owner of the grocery store, a tall aunt with a bucket waist, asked with a smile.

"Please give me some refined salt, and some candles...Finally, are there any cheap spices?"

Aaron glanced around and said.

"Spice? Haha, does our little Zorro finally know how to pursue women? I have told you before that spending money on tavern waitresses is not what a good young man should do."

Aunt Sophia smiled.

It seems that she misunderstood Aaron's intention of buying spices: "I recommend this wisteria orchid fragrance powder. All the girls in our town like to use this!"

Aunt Sophia took out a small jar, opened it and let Aaron smell it.

"Okay, that's it. Give me a small package."

Aaron nodded, feeling that this place was still a little different from the European Middle Ages.

For example, there are significant differences in the abundance of spices and some personal hygiene habits.

'That's right...after all, this is a world where extraordinary powers exist. How can it be exactly the same?'

He walked out of the grocery store and suddenly saw a group of soldiers marching past the street.

These soldiers wore leather armor with the emblem of the Lancaster family - a gryphon head with yellow feathers on a white background!

Most of them held spears and bows and arrows in their hands, followed the knights wrapped in iron cans, and drove out of the town majestically.

"What...is going on?"

Someone asked next to me.

"It's the Baron...it's said that he and Baron Roland next door were fighting over the prey of a deer!"

Another well-informed person answered in a lower voice.

'Because of a deer?'

'Well...it's still the same as the Middle Ages after all.'

Aaron complained and left town.

He doesn't want to cause trouble, let alone get involved in it.

The return trip went smoothly, and Aaron returned to his gravekeeper's hut before dark.

"The feeling of having no power... is really unbearable."

When night fell, he took out his knife and lit the candle.

Three candles form a triangle. After adding spices inside, they immediately burn with fragrant aroma.

Aaron sprinkled a circle of salt outside, and then recited in pure spiritual language:

“Creator above Creator!”

"The absolute observer standing above the dimension!"

"The great spirit of falsehood!"

…

Half an hour later, nothing happened.

"Is there no response? Does this mean that the authority of my creator cannot cover multiple dimensions? No...impossible!"

Aaron is well aware of his own strength.

"Then...either you are too lazy to pay attention? Or you are sleeping?"

"Damn, I am not a human being, my clone has no human rights!"

Aaron complained.

As soon as he finished complaining, he suddenly trembled all over and his eyes instantly turned pure white.

Then, before his eyes, an ancient scene of jade buildings, clouds and fairy mountains emerged.

The fairy spring is gurgling and the music girls are fluttering. What a grand scene of the fairy family!

Countless immortals wearing enchanting rings and wielding fairy birds and flying swords are gathering together to congratulate the Immortal Immortal of Immortality on his birthday!

Almost at the first sight, Aaron knew that this was the fairyland!

"After I became the Creator, I released all the clones I took back?"

"This is... the clones of Gou Dao from the world of cultivating immortals. Have they all blended into the immortal world and become an immortal?"

Aaron suddenly became angry.

We are both clones, so why are our situations so different?

The next moment, he saw the Immortal Lord nodding slightly towards him, and a glass of wine flew over to him.

The jade liquid in the jasper cup instantly passed through the obstacles of many worlds and dimensions, turned into a drop of sweet rain, and fell on Aaron's forehead.

"call!"

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief and felt that all the ailments in his body were gone and all his ailments were gone!

The whole person instantly couldn't be better!

"After all, the clone pities the clone, good brother, what's yours is mine, mine...forget it, I have nothing worth worrying about..."

A smile appeared on the corner of Aaron's mouth.

Although when greeting that drop of sweet rain, there was a sentence from the Immortal Immortal of Immortality, to the effect that it was only for this time and would not happen next time, but it was enough!

"Come out, my golden finger!"

[Name: Aaron (Zorro)]

[Talent: Immortality]

【Age:25】

[Skill: Reading and Writing (Beginner)]

…

Then, Aaron's expression fell.

The Immortal Lord Changsheng was truly a good brother, so he actually sold the pot and gave him the golden finger he used back then.

And Aaron just wanted to say: "I'll give you a hard time... Let's add some points or deductions, even if it's a sign-in system, is it difficult? Throw the unwanted garbage to me... You want me to endure your suffering all over again.

What?"

Okay, he knows that this clone of the Immortal Lord came to see his joke on purpose!

This panel is useless!

As for the status of an immortal? Do you think he doesn’t have it?
To be continued...