Chapter 793

But the mottled and complicated memory fragments, at this time, freeze frame to a picture.

It was a dark cave. His thin body like firewood lay on the ground, closed his godless eyes and fixed his life. His body slowly expanded, deteriorated and rotted, and finally became a skeleton.

A pale and gloomy skeleton.

"I'm tulas, but I seem to be... Dead?" When tulas realized the message, he suddenly opened his eyes.

After he opened his eyes, more information came in.

His reluctance, resentment and obsession with leaving after his death made him crazy. And then leisurely on that dead Island, year after year. During this period, many people entered the island and many people were killed by him.

Every time he kills a living person, he goes back to his bone burial place to sleep and wait for the next living person to enter. Like a scavenger on this island, he got rid of all the existence that seemed dazzling to him.

Until many years later, he saw a living man again. The living man was terrible. Finally, he seemed to be destroyed by the living man.

"Eh, No. If I was destroyed, why do I still exist now?" Tulas thought about this problem and didn't even notice the changes in the surrounding environment.

"But I was killed by that strange gun?" So far, tulas has not been able to tell whether he is a dead or a soul.

In his self doubt, a voice suddenly came into tulas's ear.

"Wake up?"

This is a clear and faint sound. The ending sound has a long and elegant charm, which sounds very pleasant.

Eh, sweet?

Tulas was suddenly stunned. What a beautiful word. Why did he suddenly use this word to describe the voice?

Since he was trapped in the dark and dead desperate situation, all the emotions he could perceive were negative, darkness, fear, helplessness, madness, killing and death. These melodies have been wrapped in the fragments of his memory.

Let him sink and fall in the dark.

He never thought that one day he would suddenly be happy because of his pleasant ears? This is a small and subtle joy that ordinary people may not notice, but atlas, who has not felt positive emotions for thousands of years, sensitively captures the changes in his heart.

This kind of beauty is really lucky. How long has he not felt it?

At this moment, tulas found that he seemed to feel the light.

I miss it. As if he had reunited with a friend he hadn't seen for a long time, tulas burst into joy and couldn't help laughing.

"What are you happy about?" The natural speaker is angel. He can perceive all the subtle movements of atlas with his spiritual power, so he knows that atlas's smile is naturally filled with happiness.

Are you happy because you are new?

"Your voice is very pleasant and makes me feel very happy." Tulas smiled and narrowed his eyes. He didn't care where the voice came from or who was talking. What he cared about was that the dry consciousness that hadn't been drenched with rain for a long time was slowly glowing with new life.

"Thank you for your praise." Angel whispered, his eyes still fixed on tulas.

The smiling tulas has a more baby face.

The handsome girl is like the girl next door. If his helmet has long hair and changes into a woman's dress, angel estimates that tulas should be able to hook the hearts of many young people who are ready to move.

"Although I can't feel your joy, do you mind sharing your story with me if your happy mood is over?" Angel asked again.

Tulas smiled more happily and said vaguely, "your voice line meets my voice aesthetics. Therefore, I can meet your requirements."

With tulas's approval, angel did not force him to explain immediately, but waited politely for a while.

Until tulas's smile slowly faded, angel asked, "are you tulas?"

"I am."

Angel: haven't you been curious about who I am since you woke up

Tulas: I know who you are. Are you the wizard who killed me

"Kill you, do you think so? Do you think you're dead?" Angel continued to ask if there was any deviation between tulas's memory essence and thinking ability.

Tulas thought for a moment: "I don't know, but I think you killed me, killed me who wasn't like me."

"Unlike you?" Angel smiled and said, "you mean you are full of hostility? But I remember your nickname is the king of violence."

"Yes, you killed yourself that I hate and I can't control. I should also thank you for letting him disappear from my mind. As for the king of violence, it was just a story deliberately spread by a treacherous aristocrat robbed by me. I don't know why it was used..."

"However, I like the name of the king of violence very much, which is in line with my naming aesthetics."

From the dialogue of tulas, angel basically confirmed one point. Tulas's memory and thinking should be restored. He remembered not only the things before his death, but also the things when he died.

It seems that the effect of reincarnation Overture is really like Sanders's original speculation that six white light bullets can only be used on one undead, and the final effect is to return the undead to the state of soul.

Angel immediately took out his letter and quickly recorded the results of the experiment.

While recording, angel did not forget to tell tulaskop something: "after ordinary people die, they have a certain chance to give birth to souls. If the souls are not interfered by external forces and have great resentment or obsession before death, they have a chance to degenerate into undead. The body of undead is almost full of negative energy..."

After Angela popularized science, tulas said in a daze, "I used to be in the state of undead, but now I have become the state of soul again?"

"Yes, the six bullets that let you return as your soul are estimated to be the only one in the wizard world, which is extremely precious. Therefore, you are lucky to return to the real world."

When tulas heard it, it suddenly dawned on him. No wonder he felt happy before, because he is no longer a dead soul!

"Although you are now in a state of soul, if you continue to be exposed to negative emotions and forces for a long time, there is still the possibility of degeneration. Therefore, I suggest you don't cling to obsession. If you degenerate into the dead again, my bullet will be wasted." Angel paused: "of course, I just suggest that you do whatever you want."

Even if it degenerates again, it can add new data to the experiment. Therefore, angel doesn't mind whether atlas will fall, but at least make it clear about the island before falling.

"I'm very relaxed now. I don't want to go back to the time of madness..." tulas said fearfully after suppressing for thousands of years. He understood the value of peace at the moment.

"By the way, Lord wizard, are we still on that dead island?" Tulas suddenly said.

Angel noticed a flash of anxiety in tulas's eyes as he said this. He shook his head. "No, I brought you out."

When he heard that he had left the cage, tulas's expression stagnated, a string in his heart snapped, a clear sky appeared on his head, and a heavy stone pressed in his heart suddenly broke.

Really left? Really left!

Whether it is the obsession of the dead or the wish of the soul, it is to leave the cage that shackles him! Now he has really left. Although tulas is not obvious on the surface, he has been extremely excited in his heart.

It was a long time before tulas calmed down.

Now that he has left the cage, where will he go next? Tulas knew that it might all be up to the wizard to decide.

He looked around and wanted to determine where he was and talk to the wizard outside.

This is a small room with empty walls. There is nothing except a colorful window that looks like a church window.

Tulas tentatively went to the window. When he looked out through the colored window paper, he suddenly stepped back a few steps the next second.

He can't see anything else outside. He can only see the flames.

"Am I now in the abyss of fire?" Exclaimed tulas.

Angel looked at the miniature Church in his hand and the burning stove on his side, and drew a little from the corner of his mouth.

With a wave of his hand, like Fred's side, he also arranged a fantasy for tulas's room, with beds, seats and books. Even he put the sound of the devil's night on the conspicuous desk.

Tulas looked at the suddenly changed room around him with a look of surprise. He walked around the room and finally chose to sit on the bed: "I haven't slept in such a soft bed for a long time, which is very consistent with my furniture aesthetics. It's just that I don't like to put the front of the bed outside the mirror."

Angel: "

The sound has aesthetics, the name has aesthetics, and even furniture has aesthetics? Angel suddenly felt that in front of tulas, the painting style seemed to be more and more biased. Sure enough, the family was not credible. The mighty image in the sound of the tide in the magic night, let's go with the wind.

"This room will be yours in the future. You can come as you want." Angel said.

Tulas nodded and then said, "wizard, you spent precious bullets to turn me back into my soul and take me out of that dead island. Can you tell me why?"

"There are two reasons. First, I hope you can answer some of my questions; second, you are now my experimental sample, so naturally you should take it with you." When angel said the experimental sample, he specially observed tulas's expression and found that there was nothing different in his expression, which surprised him.

"Aren't you afraid?" Angel asked with an eyebrow.

"The wizard has worked hard to return me from the dead to my soul. I don't think he will bother to get me back? Besides, I'm dead. It doesn't matter whether I'm afraid or not." Tulas sat on the bed, spread out his hands and shrugged.

"It seems that you have accepted your fate."

"I can't do it without admitting my life. I can't do it, wizard." Tulas said helplessly.

"Not necessarily. You should have the memory of the dead? At the beginning, you killed a wizard apprentice of baibei shipping company."

Tulas recalled for a moment, but there was no memory. Because his memory as a dead soul was very confused and there were too many people killed. As long as the outside world came in, he would kill. He didn't care who was who.

"Yes? I can't remember. But even if I did, I found that I could blink when I was dead. At that time, I might have killed a bad wizard apprentice and turned... Into a soul now. I can't blink, so how can I fight the wizard?"

Angel wondered, "you can't move space now? Isn't it your gift?"