Ride and Cut

Settling in the dark source light sect, the old and the young, is just a small problem not worth mentioning for Gaoshanbao, and it can be handled easily.

Hurt came over and whispered a few words to Richard, who immediately showed a very surprised expression on his face.

"real?"

Seeing Hurt nodded sharply, he stretched out his hand to call the humming monster over and gave a few words of advice, then walked up the stairs to the second floor.

The main body of the castle has just been built and has not had time to decorate. There are only temporary and simple lighting equipment in the hall. Now the sun has set, and the entire second floor is in a daze. Standing in the center and looking left and right, the slightly arc-shaped corridor is gradually hidden in the darkness with no end in sight, very deep.

The building materials of the castle are very solid, and the hustle and bustle downstairs is transmitted to the top, leaving only a little bit of nothing. But at this moment, there was a whimpering sound coming from the front, adding to the gloom.

"Boom, boom, boom." A little sound triggered cascading echoes.

In order to guard against possible intruders, the floor under the feet has been specially designed. No matter how careful you are, stepping on it will inevitably make obvious footsteps.

Li Cha walked over following the sound, turned right and reached out to push open a wooden door.

With the little light left, he saw Nehru's figure huddled in a corner crying heartbreakingly.

His appearance was the same as usual, but it was not difficult to find abnormalities when he looked carefully—tears dripped down his jaw, and gradually faded and disappeared in mid-air; his body movements were as usual, but a glance always gave him an erratic and illusory feeling.

More importantly, if this is Nehru, who is the kobold lying not far away with a blue face and already dead?

A slender woman was crouching opposite Nehru, her chin on her knees. He turned his head when he heard footsteps, it was Anne.

"Li Cha, he... is dead." The half-elf girl's eyes were red.

Nehru has always been synonymous with incompetence, incompetence and treachery, and Gao Shanbao is also very generous, but he doesn't care too much about him as a buffoon, and he is even happy to watch him make jokes. But to be honest, few people have shown as much sadness over his death as Annie.

This half-elf has a very soft compassion and kindness in his heart, which is almost rarer than diamonds these days.

She is sincerely worried about the suffering of the most ordinary citizens, and she is also sincerely happy for the achievements of others.

Even if it is inevitable that sometimes it seems inappropriate, for example, facing Elizabeth, an opponent who is extremely vigilant to the lord, she is also full of sympathy.

But Richard still chooses to maintain it as much as possible - since the world is already so difficult, don't make it more difficult. If what you see is so cold that only calculations remain, how boring it is.

"I'm dead! I'm dead! I'm dead!" Nehru was weeping and wailing hoarsely, wantonly venting the pain in his heart, and his voice was as harsh as scraping a plate with an iron fork.

A sufficiently strong spiritual source finally manifested its effect after death, which was a bit late.

Ghosts have always been the rarest species among the undead, and no one in the mighty army of more than 100,000 has ever seen a second one.

After Nehru was attacked and killed by a ghost, he became a ghost again by relying on his original strength and obsession with life. The probability is so small that it deserves to be recorded in a special book for future generations to observe.

He was not wronged to die at the hands of the famous "Ghost of Death".

Glimpse of the Grim Reaper is an extremely rare existence even among ghosts, it can be called the rarest of the rare, and there are only a few confirmed records in the entire history of mankind. If Gao Shanbao hadn't been collecting information related to Titans and undead recently, it would be impossible to know this kind of remote rumor.

It is said that they bear a touch of the divinity of the god of death, which is why they appear like the god of death in mythology. This is probably just a rumor. But there is one thing that is certain to be true—the attack of Death God Glance is very evil, and besides the normal damage, there is also a very small probability of "death"!

That is to say, no matter how advanced your cultivation is and how vigorous your life is, as long as you go out without looking at the almanac and accidentally hit the probability, death on the spot is the only ending!

Coupled with being a ghost who comes and goes without a trace, although the power of Gleeful Death is not very powerful, it is undoubtedly one of the most frightening assassins.

If the number is not too rare, maybe the entire historical process will be rewritten by them.

Speaking of the accident, Nehru can be regarded as blocking Li Cha's knife.

This guy was too ostentatious at the time, raising his hand and a ray of light directly disintegrated the resistance of all undead spellcasters. From the perspective of outsiders, the magister may be nothing more than that. Grim Reaper naturally likes to attack the strongest, so he chose to attack the kobolds.

If there hadn't been such an incident, the only one being targeted would probably be Li Cha himself.

When it comes to luck, the lord is a hard worker, and he doesn't want to bet at all on whether he can escape the sanctions of probability!

"My lord, can I go to heaven after I die?" Nehru suddenly raised his head and asked.

The reason why ghosts are rare is that apart from the difficulty of birth itself, another important reason is that they need to go through the test of sunlight.

Most of the ghosts can only exist for one night after they are born. When the sun shines on the earth the next day, even if they hide in the dark, they still cannot avoid the end of being wiped out.

Even Thutmose, as a dragon soul, was born with extremely high quality, and had to rely on the spirit contained in the dragon crystal to ensure his survival. One can imagine how difficult the situation of ordinary ghosts is.

When the sun rises tomorrow and everyone else ushers in a new day, he will completely dissipate. This feeling of only being able to watch death approaching step by step, but being unable to do anything, is clearly as painful as Ling Chi's death!

So he began to place his hope in the world after death, and the so-called heaven that he had dismissed before became the last straw.

"You're dreaming." The lord rolled his eyes unceremoniously, and let out a cold snort from his nose, which was as stinging as the winter wind.

"Just like you, you don't piss to take care of yourself. You still want to go to heaven, so you have some ideas in your mind. You will definitely go to hell, or the 18th layer of oil pan hell!"

The words were like a barrage of cannonballs, smashing the kobold's last thoughts to pieces.

"Li Cha!" Annie stomped his feet angrily, "Why are you doing this!"

A ripple flashed across Nehru's spiritual body, and he asked with a mournful face, "Then what should we do?"

"Think of a way not to die."

When facing the most feared death, the kobold's mind suddenly seemed to be enlightened, and he hugged Li Cha's thigh regardless and cried: "My lord, help me!"

Nehru's application for joining the team was actually received on the system panel, and at least it didn't flicker like before.

"Just wait." The lord said angrily.

My mentality collapsed yesterday, so I didn't update, sorry