"No need to bring it." Siber commented very experiencedly: "Before, when I obtained the bodies of my brother and other tribesmen in the reincarnation, I found that those with heads are often more pleasing to the eye than those without heads. Especially when you touch them, their eyes almost seem to open."
"……Um?"
"Especially a peaceful death, which seems more peaceful than drowning, burning, or electrocution."
"Yeah?"
"And the head tends to be soft, which is better than the body, which gets stiff very quickly. But if you take the head off, the face can get a little shrunken."
"I see."
They seemed to be talking about ordinary things. In this situation, they seemed to be very "like-minded", like a conference for sharing experiences of corpses. Both of them had seen too many corpses, too many ways of death, and even saw dozens of different ways of death of the same person.
The most consistent thing is that they are all mentally unstable.
Even if reincarnation succeeds, Siber's mentality will not be able to become healthy and positive. The pain of the past has already left a mark in her heart, which cannot be healed, and she cannot become a simple little girl again. Her madness is the same as Su Mingan's, and it has already penetrated deep into her bones without her knowing it.
"despair."
At this time, a figure stood in front of them. It was a young man.
The young man wore a wizard hat, a blue-black magic robe, and held a poinciana emerald staff. His short black hair was visible under the hat, and his hair on both sides was slightly longer, hanging below his ears, with a blue-red earring adorning his ears.
In such a doomsday, there is actually a living person here.
Siberia continued to run without stopping, and the young man ran after them.
"Who are you? Why are you following us?" Su Mingan asked.
The young man waved towards Su Mingan and said in a friendly voice:
"——Hello, I'm here to take over."
Taking over should mean coming to rescue Su Mingan.
Su Mingan asked: "Who are you?"
The young man slightly lifted his wizard hat, revealing a face that was both immature and steady. His dark pupils were slightly bright, the corners of his lips were curled, and his spirits were high.
He smiled at Su Mingan, his earrings fluttering slightly, his eyes clear and bright:
…
"——I am Su Wensheng, a summoning magician from the East."
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