v3 Chapter 125： ,dead

The Third Age, 1193, October 3rd, autumn.

It's one thirty in the morning.

Autumn rain, falling.

Cold...

And biting.

There is no one on the street.

Quiet, only the sound of rain.

Wow, la la la la la ———————

At this time, night.

Moreover, it was late at night.

The roadside lights are very dim.

Light yellow...

It seems that even they themselves cannot be illuminated.

The rain is mixed with ominous things.

Wow, la la la la la ———————

The red ominous thing spreads along with the messy raindrops.

Slowly, slowly...

They spread out.

Flow into the gutter and be swept away.

Mixed with rainwater, it was washed away.

Finally, finally...

The red liquid no longer flows.

Because that's gone.

Wow, la la la la la ———————

He, lying on the ground, face down. His eyes were round and his mouth opened.

He, standing by, lowered his head, looking gloomy, looking indifferently.

He looked at him.

Standing in the rain, watching silently.

Looking at this one, there is no more angry thing.

Look at what has been called a "corpse".

The person standing by and watching has a name--

moron.

The person who turned into a corpse lying on the ground also has a name--

moron.

Wow, la la la la la la la ————————

The rain rumbling underground.

Hit the corpse, splashing water.

But after hitting the bystander, he passed through...

There is no barrier, hit the ground...

"…………………………………………”

The sky is dark.

In the early morning of the night, the biting autumn rain, the dim light that can't even illuminate anything...

The idiot slowly raised his hands and looked at his translucent skin.

Silent...

...

…………

………………

How is this going?

The sound of rain in my ears seemed to have disappeared.

Instead, it was a string of questions.

He lowered his head, looked at the corpse that was motionless in the rain, looked at the huge wound on his back that reached the heart, Idiot, asked himself.

Check the body again, now, should he...or should he say himself? The entire right arm of the corpse had been removed, and the broken wound revealed pale bones and muscles that were not severely cut.

And now, the transparency in my hands...

The transparency of the body...

The idiot tried to take a breath...

No.

He could not breathe in, nor could he breathe out.

The lungs cannot expand, and the chest cannot rise and fall.

He can only stand here.

"…………………………………………”

anger?

Yes, but not enough.

Few anger can solve things. And in this situation, he doesn't think that anger can help things in any way.

Now, his only thought is one.

why……?

Can not remember……

Can't remember, why is this...

Is it because you have lost your brain and your body?

He can't remember...

Can't remember what happened in the past moment

As if waiting until everything came back to his senses, he was already standing here, looking at the corpse of the man on the ground, immersed in the rainstorm...

Myself... Why did you come out on this rainy night?

I... why would I be killed here?

Who killed himself?

Why did you kill yourself?

With his own strength and vigilance, he should know that he must be vigilant if he comes out alone on this rainy night. But with the power of Six Swords and Demon Race, he was killed after all. How strong was the opponent?

Has his right arm been removed? why? Is the goal dark?

What happened during the time when I was killed?

Everything...what the **** is going on?

what happened……

Questions, a series of questions surfaced in my mind.

But these questions have not received any explanation. There is no way to explain it.

He clenched these translucent fists and gritted his teeth. After that, he stood on the corpse, squatted down, and tried to return to the flesh

……………………………………

The rain washed away the white flesh.

Idiot, stood up again and looked at the corpse under his feet...

Watching the rain water pass through my translucent body, finally, enter the opened wound, stack up...

"How does death feel?"

The air freezes.

Raindrops stay in the air.

The world of the dead is at a standstill...

At this moment, this sentence allowed the idiot to finally experience it firsthand.

The sound does not come from which direction, but from all directions. The idiot raised his head, looked at the world where everything around him had fallen into a static state, and after thinking for a moment, said--

"who are you."

The quiet world, the world where the raindrops hover...

"Your guide."

There was a voice that was far away and seemed to be very close...

"……………………I don't understand. Show your true body."

"I represent death. Death is my real body. For the deceased, death itself is already my entity. If you need a more precise name..."

The voice in the open space paused...

"One of the Eidolons, Soulwalker. That's my name."

The idiot raised his hand, and the rain that stopped in the air penetrated his palm.

He looked at the space around him that seemed to never move forward again, and listened to the surrounding sounds...

"Have you heard? The souls of the human beings killed by you. There are too many human lives on your hands. Many of them are innocent. While you are alive, they cannot retaliate against you. But after you die , They are ready to move, ready to tear your soul."

The surrounding sounds sounded, and at the same time, countless pairs of shining eyes appeared in the originally quiet rain.

These eyes are hidden in the darkness, wailing in pain...

".............................. How did I die."

"For the dead, it doesn't make sense anymore."

"………………………………”

"You are dead. Everything that is alive has nothing to do with you. Your life ended an hour ago. The world of the living has nothing to do with you anymore. Everything you have left belongs to The world of death."

"………………………………”

"You are completely dead."

Around, the rain fell again.

Wow, la la la la la la la...

Compared to the pause just now, the current rain seems to never stop...V