After seeing off the two elderly people.

Sylvia returned to the workshop alone.

Continue to condense the soul and wield the sword.

She longed to complete the materialization of soul power as soon as possible and be promoted to a second-ring wizard, so that she could better help Xu Xi.

"Ms. Sylvia, your face..."

"Are you injured?"

The next day.

Sylvia opened the door of the workshop.

The two old men came again carrying a lot of items.

In addition to food, there are also some uncommon herbs.

"Grandpa Hansen, Grandma Mina, what are you doing?" The outlines of the trees gradually became clearer in the morning light, and the shadows of the leaves were dispersing. The girl looked at the two elderly people in a daze.

After some inquiry.

Only then did I understand why the old man did this.

Yesterday, the Hansens saw Sylvia's face wrapped in a bandage and her hands tightly grasping the hood, and they felt uneasy about Sylvia.

"Ms. Sylvia is a good person."

"Maybe, maybe we can help."

The old man, who didn't know the truth about his transformation into a ghost, fiddled with the herbs he had picked, trying to help Sylvia heal the wound on her face.

Tick-tock——

Tick-tock——

A breeze blew by, and morning dewdrops fell to the ground.

In the midst of the sweet voice, Sylvia finally came to her senses and smiled as she rejected the two elderly people's kindness: "Grandpa Hansen, Grandma Mina, thank you for your kindness."

"But I...my situation is a little special."

Looking back to a long time ago, people were afraid of themselves because of their identity as ghosts.

The girl paused.

He did not reveal the truth that he was a ghost.

I found a reasonable explanation instead.

She said that her face had been destroyed in a fire, burned into an ugly shape, and because it had been so long in the past, it was impossible to repair it.

therefore.

Although I am very grateful for the kindness of the two elderly people.

But the herbs sent to her were of no use to her.

Hansen: “So that’s how it is…”

Mina: "Poor Miss Sylvia, you must have suffered a lot."

Sylvia's explanation was successful.

The two old people believed her and no longer insisted on sending the herbs.

But at the same time, the old man's cloudy eyes revealed deep sympathy for Sylvia, and he felt that Sylvia, whose face was destroyed by the fire, was too tragic.

After that.

Sylvia received many more gifts in other ways.

Or sweet wild fruits picked by old people.

Or homemade snacks.

As if treating Severia as their own granddaughter, the two elderly people near the end of their lives continued to care for and look after Severia in a clumsy way.

"Master Wizard, these things..."

"Take it, Sylvia. This is the old man's gift."

The undead girl was a little confused.

She subconsciously looked towards Xu Xi.

With Xu Xi's gentle encouragement, he accepted the two elderly people's kind care and did not refuse those simple gifts.

The morning light slowly opens the curtain.

The night opens the home of the stars.

The sky of the wizarding world exhibits a light blue-purple hue, which is a blend of light and death, gradually transitioning to the darkest darkness.

The strength of the Xu family has gradually increased, and the transformation of Mingya has also produced results.

During this period.

Sylvia's soul has also made significant progress in its materialization, and her relationship with the two old people has become increasingly harmonious.

…

Occasionally, while talking to the Hanssens, Sylvia would drift into a trance of the past.

"Ms. Sylvia."

"Ms. Sylvia."

A title for an elderly person.

It always reminds Sevilla of the time thousands of years ago.

The expectations and pride of parents, the care and concern of servants, and the admiration and respect of neighbors.

Those eyes.

Those sounds.

It seems to have crossed over a long period of time and reappeared before my eyes.

"Miss Sylvia," the kind voice of farmer Mina interrupted the dead girl's recollection.

The white hair was gray, the wrinkles were warm, and the bony hands gently held Sylvia.

"You are so pitiful."

Looking at Sylvia's face, the old man felt pity.

She thinks.

Such a kind-hearted person like Sylvia deserves a better life instead of being forced to live with a disfigured face.

"It's okay, Grandma Mina, I'm used to it."

The autumn sky seems particularly high and distant.

The sun was getting colder.

The girl's voice revealed warmth.

Having experienced countless hardships, she did not follow the old man's words and feel how pitiful and helpless she was. Instead, she smiled gently and said that she had long been accustomed to it all.

"Grandpa Hansen, Grandma Mina, I have the wizard to help me. I am not pitiful."

"Master Wizard..."

"Ah, yes, and the wizard."

Under the girl's puzzled gaze.

The two old men looked at each other, their eyes filled with the turbidity of time and a hint of smile.

"If it's Miss Sylvia, it should be possible..."

"Ms. Sylvia is a good person, and the wizard is also a good person..."

"I really want to see that day, old man..."

"But we are running out of time..."

The hero blinked in confusion.

There was a faint sound of wind, and a few autumn leaves were blown off the treetops. The brave man subconsciously caught them, and although he didn't use any strength, the dry leaves broke easily between his fingers.

Wither and die.

It is the eternal melody of autumn.

At the same time, the intensifying dark vortex in the sky was also a sign that the underworld was getting closer.

…

[The wind is rising and the clouds are rolling, the sun and the moon are in disarray]

【You patiently wait for the world to change】

[Finally, in the last moments of late autumn, you saw the darkness of the world and the undead storm sweeping in again]

[The tsunami has arrived]

[Layers upon layers of darkness swallowed up all the colors of the world, including the remaining light of the sun, leaving only a dark and twisted black sun]

[Silence, Sorrow, Fury]

[In your observation, the wizarding world is extremely distorted, and the truth of the world is crumbling bit by bit]

The afterglow of the world.

It will make the dark world return to light and beauty.

So.

When the world is running out of energy.

What will happen to the fragmented world?

At this moment, Xu Xi witnessed the answer to the question with his own eyes. The surging storm of death connected the sky and the earth, madly destroying everything of the living.

More undead creatures.

A more dead environment changes.

The world is heading towards a more distorted direction.

All of this symbolizes the world's destruction.

"Is that so... the countdown has already begun." Xu Xi flew out of the top of the mountain, overlooking the distant land from the air, and calmly watched the changes in the world.

As time goes by.

This change will become more dramatic.

Until the wizarding world was completely swallowed up by the underworld and became a part of it.

If you still want to explore something or research something, starting now is the best choice.

Otherwise wait until the world ends.

There is absolutely no chance.

"Is it a hundred years? Or is it two hundred years?" Xu Xi silently calculated the time when the end of the world would come. He had some understanding as to why wizards above the fourth ring left.

This world is definitely not suitable to stay in.

Too boring.

It's too dead.