The old man's expression was neither feigned nor forgetful; he genuinely had no recollection of it.
Xiao He, standing to the side, frowned slightly.
The Resurrection Cult's "resurrection technique" is indeed miraculous; it can revive a person as long as a small piece of bone is still preserved.
However, it's hard to say how long the resurrected can last without a controller.
“Then you…” Xiao He carefully chose his words, “Do you remember when you passed away?”
"Passed away?" The old man was stunned again: "Yes... I'm already dead..."
With a casual wave of his hand, the door opened, revealing a pile of indescribable corpses slowly moving about, seemingly aimlessly.
"I... am dead... just like them?" The old man suddenly stood up, tapped his cane, and a mirror made of water appeared in front of him.
The person in the mirror was the same grayish-white as the corpse outside, and the fallen skin revealed the flesh beneath, like rotten meat.
"This...this is me?"
The old man's expression changed drastically, as if he had experienced decades of vicissitudes in a short moment.
Xiao He was ready to sing, but the old man suddenly burst into laughter.
"Absurd...absurd!!"
"Hahahahahaha..."
The laughter stopped abruptly, and he glared at Xiao He, the immense pressure causing the latter to take a step back.
"The forbidden land... has been conquered..."
"Everyone is dead..."
"No one can become a god..."
"Bluebird...it's...the bluebird..."
"Stop her..."
"No! Kill her! She's Guri...uh, ah!"
Xiao He frowned and quickly put the Fiss Crystal into his system inventory.
With Fiesburg gone, the old man stood erratically in the middle of the wasteland, using his last shred of sanity to restrain himself from attacking Xiao He.
“That girl Honglian… since she entrusted the crystal to you, it proves that you are the new captain of the fifth grade. Tell me, should I kill myself now so as not to cause you any trouble?” The old man’s expression was extremely ferocious, but his words were like those of a kind elder.
He posed this question to Xiao He, which was quite unexpected for the latter.
"The box!" Horry also saw the old man with the distorted face, and in his haste, he mounted his horse and rushed over.
Xiao He suddenly stopped him: "Wait!"
"What's wrong?" Horei asked, his eyes never leaving the old man.
"I..." Xiao He suddenly knelt down on the ground, his ten fingers digging into his hair, as if he were experiencing something painful.
"ah--"
Horry was startled when he saw his appearance.
Before he could speak, "Xiao He" slowly stood up.
There was a hint of unease and fear in her eyes, but her brow always held a sense of compassion.
What's most special about her is her eyes, clear and ethereal, so beautiful they evoke pity.
With just one glance, Horry felt his will had already succumbed.
She is not Xiao He. Horatio was certain.
...
Inside the room.
Xiao He was hunched over the keyboard, his forehead already covered in fine beads of sweat, and he was breathing heavily with his eyes closed.
"You... don't suddenly switch accounts... damn it..."
Buzz—
Buzz!
Horry stared at her in astonishment at the pure, flawless jade pendant in her palm.
The jade pendant in her hands exuded a completely different aura from that of Xiao He.
The former was incomparably beautiful and harmonious, as if it were tailor-made for her by the underworld. In contrast, in Xiao He's hands, the only aura emanating from it was indifference and oppression.
Even if Horry were oblivious, he wouldn't fail to notice such an obvious change.
"Um..." Horry didn't know what to do, and he couldn't switch to Xiao He to ask for advice. Facing Xiao He's tender face, his heart was even racing.
Xiaohe approached the mad old man step by step, without the slightest fear in her eyes.
Although it was also her first time meeting this old man, she awoke from her slumber just as Xiao He was about to say "yes".
No.
"Sir, please believe me!"
"You..." The old man's vision became increasingly blurry, and his pupils were already covered with a layer of black mist from the filthy blood.
Xiaohe held the jade lotus to her chest with reverence, then slowly closed her eyes.
An inaudible murmur came from her mouth.
In an instant, a tremendous life force poured out from the tiny lotus flower, showering the old man with it.
A phantom image of a blooming lotus flower appeared beneath their feet, spreading outwards like ripples.
The surrounding zombies, bathed in such holy light, all followed Xiaohe's example and devoutly closed their eyes.
"Buzz..."
This fluctuation felt like the heart-pounding energy of last night, yet it was so reassuring.
If viewed from above, it would look as if something had suddenly erupted.
It spread across the forest, across Flying Dragon City, and across countless villages and towns on the outskirts of the city at an extremely exaggerated speed, finally turning into scattered stars in the distant mountains and slowly dissipating.
Horae had never witnessed such a sacred scene.
Even under this refreshing light, the elemental vortex within the body was rapidly condensing.
Xiao He stood there quietly until the jade in her palm slowly faded.
However, her life, like the petals of a lotus flower, withered away silently...
"Snap..."
When the first crack appeared on the jade lotus, Xiao He felt as if she had been struck by a heavy blow, and she coughed up a mouthful of blood.
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