"Is this a wraith?" Hank, who possesses extraordinary power, quickly judged what happened to him. After the shock, a look of confusion appeared on Hank's face. How could he meet him where he was now?
This kind of thing?
Although he has never seen it, he has heard that there is the legendary Cloud City above Xinapus where he is, in which holy angels from heaven live. With such creatures existing, how could he be here?
Will there be resentful spirits? This is completely unreasonable. There is no room for the undead to survive here.
So Hank carefully checked his small living space, but he could no longer find any traces of his deceased friend, as if what he just saw was really just an illusion.
"Is it really an illusion?" Hank was a little confused. "Maybe I was too tired from working overtime recently, so I had the hallucination! This is an hallucination that only appeared because I missed my old friend."
After thinking to no avail, Hank ate a piece of compressed food distributed by the factory, which could supply his daily consumption needs. Then a deep sleepiness came over him, and he lay down on the bed and fell asleep...
The sound of even breathing sounded, and then got louder and louder. Finally, he snored, but suddenly, the snoring disappeared... Ah! With a panic-filled exclamation, Hank sat up suddenly and gasped violently.
Sweat covered his whole body. The clothes of this strong man who had burned, killed and looted on the ocean were now soaked through.
"This feeling of suffocation..." Hank rubbed his neck, stood up, then walked to the porch of the house, looked at the mirror above, and then he saw what he looked like now.
His face was covered with sweat, his hair was wet, and he looked like he had been fished out of the water. His face was purple, like a corpse that had died of suffocation.
"I'm definitely haunted by a ghost." Seeing his current appearance, Hank asserted.
After all, he had sailed on the ocean and encountered many strange and strange things. Naturally, he had also encountered this kind of invisible undead. However, there were stronger pirates on the ship at that time and they were solved. But now, he is alone.
One person, his only friend has died suddenly.
Hank only hesitated for a moment before deciding to seek help from others. He was just an ordinary little Bronze-level person, but his body was stronger. There was no way he could deal with these wraiths without physical bodies.
After drinking two liters of water, Hank took off his clothes, walked into the bathroom, washed away the sweat smell on his body, and then changed into clean clothes. After taking a shower, Hank looked in the mirror again and found that his face
The purple color of his face gradually faded away, and the rosy color that a normal person should have was gradually returning to his face.
After Hank went to his rune factory, he immediately found the owner of his rune factory who was as fat as a pig and reported his situation to him.
Then, very normally, the fat pig made a lot of sarcasm to Hank. Just as he had expected, the fat pig didn't believe the evil spirit he said existed.
Because this fat pig also believes that there is no room for resentful spirits to live in Xinapus. Unlike those prisoners who only heard rumors, he has seen real angels with pure white wings and perfect
The flawless appearance conquered him at that moment, it was an existence that was beyond his reach.
"Director, believe me, I'm not lying. I really encountered a ghost. After I went home yesterday, I really saw the ghost of Habul."
"Listen, Zai Zai, you should know why you are here. No matter what kind of noise you make, you can't escape the fate of working here. Don't try to cause anything. Now, go to work for me."
"Director, look at my face. If I had normal meals and rest, how could I be in this state?" Hank pointed at his face. Although there was some blood, there were still some abnormal signs on his face.
Blue and purple color.
"You're just a coward who cowers in fear of committing suicide. What's the point?" The fat, pig-like Rune Factory Director looked at Hank with disdain.
He has seen this situation many times. Because of hopeless oppression, many prisoners have tried to commit suicide to escape from this life of year-round toil. But since he dragged a devil into his factory for a walk, no prisoner dared to commit suicide anymore.
Already.
Hearing what the pig factory director said, Hank turned around and left in disappointment. Under the suppression of the factory security, he had to carry out an overloaded day of work honestly, and then dragged his tired body back to the room.
, and then he saw his dead friend again, sitting on his table, drinking tea quietly, and smiling friendly at him.
But at this time, after Hank experienced the pain of almost suffocating to death in his sleep the day before, he was extremely wary of the evil spirit of his friend. This was an undead spirit that held great resentment towards living beings.
Not his former friend.
"What on earth do you want to do to me? Do you want to kill me? Isn't my life miserable enough now?" Hank shouted with a somewhat broken expression, but his good friend was still smiling strangely, and he was full of violence.
Anger rose in the heart of the former pirate.
"I can't resist those giants. Do I have to suffer from you, a damn undead spirit? When you were alive, your strength was not as good as mine. How can you be stronger than me after you die?"
Hank's face twisted, and he suddenly pulled out a dagger from his door, and then used all his strength to throw the dagger at his undead friend, without mercy, even threatening his own life.
And take into account the friendship.
The sharp dagger was nailed to the wooden table, the end of which was constantly trembling, and the ghost of his friend had disappeared without a trace. Just like yesterday, Hank's face turned completely gloomy when he saw this scene. He was just a little
Bronze level cannot deal with such undead means and methods.
After the momentary bloody courage dissipated, the fear in Hank's heart immediately surged up. With panic and depression, after Hank finished eating, he lay on the bed, trying hard not to fall asleep, but he got to work.
The body was full of fatigue after a day, and the body sent out signals that it needed to rest. It didn't allow him to resist at all, and dragged Hank into sleep.
Ah! The muscular man sat up suddenly and let out a horrified cry, "Damn, it's like this again."
He touched his neck, which was covered with sticky sweat. He walked to the mirror, and then he discovered with horror that there were two cyan fingerprints on his neck. His face was darker than the day before. To be precise,
It's so purple that it turns black.
"No, we can't go on like this. If we continue like this, I will be killed by these ghosts sooner or later. Since that damn pig is unwilling to help me solve the problem, I can only let myself take risks."
After Hank took a shower, he hurriedly walked onto the street. He did not go to the rune factory, but looked around. Soon he found the target he wanted, which was a man with a five-headed griffon.
A giant patrolling the sky.
"Just die!" Seeing this strong and tall giant, Hank showed a ferocious look on his face, "It is better to be beaten to death by a giant than to be killed by an innocent ghost. It is more pleasant this way."
"Mighty giant, I have something important to report to the great Commander Patton." Hank climbed up to the roof, exhausted all his strength, and shouted at the patrolling cloud giant. This was his only
Hopefully, Barton was the name of a cloud giant commander he accidentally learned.
"Humble mortal," the patrolling Cloud Giant soon noticed Hank standing on the roof shouting, and he landed in front of him with Nineteen with indifferent eyes, "What do you want?
Report to Commander Patton."
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"It's ridiculous that there are such things as resentful spirits in my territory." Muria, who was sitting on the crystal throne on the central cloud island, opened his eyes. On his head was a crown, one according to his request.
The specially made twelve crowns are similar to the crowns of ancient Chinese emperors. Muria feels that they are more majestic and look more majestic than those traditional ring-shaped crowns.
"Probably because of the proximity to that subcontinent and the influence of the death power on that subcontinent, undead souls breed on your cloud island."
"The continent of Obistos?" Muria's bright golden eyes were introverted and suddenly became profound. He looked into the endless distance, and neither the walls of the castle nor the surrounding cloud islands could block his sight.