Phil Gray lowered his eyes. Was the Death Corridor really that dangerous? With his impressive strength, could he really get through it successfully?
The Skeleton Lord continued, “Moreover, if you die in the Corridor of Death, you will become one of those mindless undead. Regardless of whether you are a chosen one of the God of Death, you will not be able to choose to go to the Kingdom of Life for reincarnation, but will wander in the Corridor of Death forever. Don’t you really want to wait a little longer? Lord Wilder can safely send you back to the human world.”
What should he choose?
The Skeleton Lord and the other two undead looked at Phil Gray, who was hesitating. A conflicted expression appeared on his face, but it quickly subsided into calm.
"I want to return to the human world through the corridor of death."
Waiting for Wilder was filled with uncertainty—uncertainty about when he would return from the temple, and uncertainty about whether he would help him.
Although he always referred to Wilder as his friend, he truly didn't know what Wilder thought of him. Was Wilder interested in an outsider who had suddenly entered the world of Will? Or was Wilder simply "keeping" the promise he made to the original owner's father?
Or perhaps he, like the original owner, knew of his arrival?
However, Patrick and Eli cannot be delayed any longer; they may still be in danger. Now that he has the Death Stone to help them, he is confident that he can help them escape danger.
In that instant, many thoughts flashed through Phil Gray's mind, but they ultimately coalesced into a resolute expression.
“Oh, Lord, don’t scare him like that. Isn’t it because I’m here to help? I’m now his undead companion and will be with him all day. I can also help him when we pass through the Corridor of Death,” Leopold said with a smile. Perhaps influenced by the summoning, he subconsciously considered Phil Gray a companion and genuinely cared for him.
He was shocked when he said those words, since he had never been so kind before.
The Skeleton Lord shook his head and said in a deep voice, "The Corridor of Death can only be passed by the living. Otherwise, why do you think Frank hasn't used it to go to the human world all these years? We are already the undead of the abyss. The human world does not belong to us, nor does it accept us. The eyes of the Day Prophet have always been watching the human world! When you arrive in the human world through a means other than normal summoning, you will be burned to ashes by the flames of the sun!"
Frank nodded slightly, agreeing with the Skeleton Lord's statement. If the undead also passed through the Death Corridor, he would have already fulfilled his wish to reach the human world.
"Huh? Then can I see him off, without going to the mortal realm, and return after dealing with those undead?" Leopold asked again.
Phil Gray looked at his companion with great gratitude. It seemed that the skill bestowed by the God of Death was indeed powerful. The undead companion lived up to its name. Wait, something was wrong. He suddenly remembered something.
“No, the Death Corridor is a one-way passage. Once you go in, you can only reach the human world; there's no way back. You simply won't find your way back to the abyss,” Frank explained. He then looked at Phil Gray, “You can only rely on yourself on this journey. You have the Death Stone; you'll definitely be fine…”
“Wait…” Phil Gray hurriedly stopped him, then looked at the lord, “You just said that the summoning method can make the Day Prophet acknowledge that the dead can temporarily come to the human world, but now Lord Leopold was also summoned by me, so he should be able to go to the human world with me, right?”
The undead fell silent, then looked awkwardly at Phil Gray. Fortunately, skeletons don't have faces, and ghosts can temporarily become invisible.
“Then…that would be perfect. In that case, please, Lord, open the Death Corridor for him.” Frank’s figure disappeared for a moment, then reappeared and said.
"Hmm." The Skeleton Lord turned his back without saying a word. He gently waved his scepter, and a black vortex appeared out of thin air.
"Then I'm off, everyone, goodbye!" After thinking for a moment, Phil Gray said it anyway, even though he might never come back again.
He entered the vortex, Leopold following closely behind, his voice gradually swallowed by the vortex.
"Let's go, old buddy, I'll scout out the way for you in the human world!"
Frank, the homeowner, watched the vortex slowly close, his eyes unblinking. He cursed under his breath, thinking, "I should have just let him summon me directly. Now that guy has benefited."
However, an emotion that a spirit of the dead should not possess welled up in his heart. He silently prayed to the god of death, hoping that they could successfully pass through the corridor of death.
...
This was a dark and oppressive road, with no end in sight. All around and underfoot was a void and distorted black mist, as if countless undead would surge out at any moment and grab Phil Gray's ankles.
Leopold strolled leisurely behind him, though as a giant skeleton, this was his first time visiting the Corridor of Death.
How much longer will this take?
Phil Gray didn't know how long he had been walking, but his legs were starting to feel tired, which surprised him, since as a prominent member of the community, his physical abilities far surpassed those of ordinary people.
How long is that journey?
However, the journey was unusually peaceful, and no mindless spirits appeared.
“I don’t know either.” Leopold shook his head.
They continued walking forward, towards the same darkness ahead.
Phil Gray held up the spirit lamp he had made earlier, and with Leopold's help, they could make out a rough outline.
Suddenly, he felt something drip onto his face.
I touched it and it was blood!
He suddenly looked up and saw a female corpse floating above him, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
Leopold clenched his bony hand and punched the female corpse away.
"What kind of zombie is this? It's so ugly!"
Phil Gray was relieved, then tore off a piece of his clothing and wiped the blood from his face.
However, this death passage seems to have no gravity; even the corpses are levitating.
However, since it wasn't Earth to begin with, Phil Gray stopped worrying about it.
He turned around, looked up, and asked, "Can you see any blood on my face?"
Without a mirror, I can only ask my undead companions behind me.
“Hmm? It’s gone, but…” Leopold said to him in a strange voice, “a ring of green down has grown on your face…”
ah?
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