"Am I being followed?"

The first time.

This thought popped into Xu Xi's mind.

But the idea was quickly rejected.

Xu Xi and the hero did not know each other, and only had a brief encounter on the day when the undead invaded the village.

There is no question of acquaintance, let alone contradiction.

and.

Along the way, Xu Xi's direction twisted and turned, going wherever there were more undead, sometimes even going back a distance, and there was no fixed route.

There is really no point in trying to track a Xu Xi like this.

Well, it's just a coincidence.

…

[As usual, you clean up the undead you encounter on your journey and harvest soul fire for your own use.]

[You are about to leave, but you unexpectedly find the arrival of the hero, and he seems to be on the same path as you]

[No, to be more precise]

[You have come to the position of the brave man]

[The rain is pouring down, the rain curtain is heavy, you see a brave man with a steel-armored body, ignoring the crackling and violent rain, walking towards an old ruins]

It's raining heavily.

It cascades down like a waterfall.

Every drop of rain that falls will splash the muddy pits on the ground, forming dense brown splashes.

Then, the rain falling from the sky will form larger and muddier puddles.

“Pah—”

Iron boots strode in.

As he stepped into the puddle, his feet sank into the mud, but he quickly pulled himself out of the mud with brute force and began to move forward endlessly.

There was clearly mud and water flowing in through the cracks.

The walking figure.

But it is not affected at all.

As if unconscious and not caring about any obstacles.

Xu Xi watched from a distance, watching the metal-clad figure walk into the ruins with collapsed beams and tangled vines.

It was once a magnificent mansion, but under the erosion of time, it has long since become a deserted, dilapidated place.

The "brave man" seems to use it as his residence.

Facing the howling wind and rain, we sat down at the sheltered entrance to the ruins.

"It seems to be the case," Xu Xi sighed.

From his perspective, the sky became increasingly gloomy, and the storm swept in with heavy rain, forming heavy rain that covered a vast area.

The world is tyrannical.

Only the roar of rain remains.

The "brave man" with rust marks all over his body just sat at the entrance of the ruins, watching the heavy rain calmly, like a master whose silence speaks louder than words.

Although I know that the "brave man" is not strong.

But in Xu Xi's heart, he still had a higher evaluation of it.

“Bang!!”

suddenly.

Thunder ripped the sky apart.

The sound of the bombardment echoed very far away, as if it was striking in the ears, and even the wind and rain were stopped.

Xu Xi didn't feel anything. He had seen more spectacular scenes and heard more terrifying noises, so he had a blank expression on his face.

But the brave one——

Seems to have shivered?

Xu Xi laughed, thinking that he had seen it wrong.

The essence of a hero is a non-human existence, and he is a warrior who wields a sword to chop down the undead. How could he be afraid of a mere thunder?

“Bang!!”

There was another thunder, this time it was louder and more powerful.

Xu Xi saw it clearly.

The "brave man" who took shelter in the ruins did shiver.

Moreover, as the rain became heavier and the sky became darker, the "brave man" slowly moved backwards, his legs trembling visibly.

Xu Xi: “Hmm?”

"Wait, what happened?"

The "brave man" who protected many villages, wore strong armor, held a sharp sword, and fought against countless undead skeletons.

Afraid of the dark and thunder?

Even though I know that the armored man is not a true hero.

Xu Xi fell into silence again.

"I always feel that it's a little too raw..." Xu Xi sighed, his mood even more complicated than the first time he taught the witch.

…

[You saw the other side of the hero]

[That was a little-known scene that was enough to make the villagers drop their jaws]

[They tremble when they hear the roar of thunder, and they cower when facing the coming of darkness. They have no courage and no fearlessness. When they are alone, the brave man is extremely vulnerable.]

[Until the rain stops and the sky clears, the brave man walks out of the ruins again]

[Head up]

【Looking at the sky】

[Faced with the outside world that is still gloomy but no longer thundering, the hero seems to be relieved and walks away with a long sword in hand]

[Walked very far, very far]

[You silently observed the hero's movements and found that the hero was indeed not following you. In the following time, the hero cleared several waves of undead and helped the villagers eliminate the threat.]

[Some people were so grateful that they presented various items to thank the brave man.]

[Some people hate and despise the hero, thinking that he is the undead spirit that he has attracted, and they are unwilling to let him get close to the village.]

[Faced with the villagers' reactions, the brave man did not stop at all, and took heavy but firm steps until he climbed the nearest hill]

The sky was hazy and dark.

The breeze, carrying the smell of earth, blew up the dead grass and broken leaves.

The leaves spun, rubbing against the concave and rusty edges of the armor, and flew into the endless and high sky.

The hero didn't care.

Just holding the freshly picked light-colored flowers.

Walk forward step by step until you reach the top of the mountain.

The top of the mountain is very empty, but two tombstones are particularly eye-catching. Due to their age, the inscriptions on them are no longer clear.

Lay flat.

Divide into two bundles.

In the silent silence, the "brave man" divided the flowers into two parts and placed them in front of the two tombstones respectively.

"Father, Mother."

"I'm here to see you again."

The hero said this and took off his steel helmet.

Xu Xi saw it. It was a badly bruised face, half of which had human flesh and blood, and the other half had turned into a skull.

There is no blood at the teeth position.

The upper and lower parts of the mouth are closed when speaking.

It looks eerie and scary.

"Is this... undead?" Xu Xi was surprised. The hero's face was clearly divided. The human part was soft and beautiful, while the undead part was pale and colorless. This was impossible.

Life and death are opposites.

The soul of the living carries all emotions and all memories.

The past of the deceased will be washed away, and even if the original memories remain, they are just new individuals with memories.

This is contradictory and conflicting.

The strong may be able to ignore it, but the weak "brave" is obviously not in this category.

How did they do that?

While she was deep in thought, the "brave" made a new move. She slowly squatted down, letting her body covered with heavy armor sit with her knees hugged between two tombstones, with her left and right shoulders against one side of the tombstone.

This kind of contact seemed to make the "brave man" feel at ease.

The girl had a smile that was half beautiful and half scary on her face.