Chapter 55 The Lich Reality (Part 1)

Xiao Sa didn't dare to disobey her, so he handed the black pear-shaped fruit to Rong Chan's hand. The femme fatale turned his wrist and a silver knife appeared in his hand.

She raised her hands flat above Clos's body. With a silver knife, a mouth appeared on the black fruit, and drops of black condensate fell down and dripped on Clos's body.

The ice melted, and the black condensate was like a living creature, quickly circling around Klos's body. The condensate continued to drip, and the black fruit became more and more deflated. The condensate turned into black filaments, wrapping around Klos's whole body.

Rust... In a slight and delicate sound, Klos was covered with this kind of water thread.

Xiaochan pinched it with her hand, and the last drop of condensation fell from the black fruit, leaving only a layer of light black translucent bomo, which she threw away at the moment.

The last drop of condensate fell from the air, "pop", the condensate melted, and a black water thread bounced up from Klos's face with a whistle, rising high, like a poisonous snake!

It slowly arched its body, and gradually lowered its "snake kiss" and pointed it at the center of Klos' eyebrows.

"Hiss" a black lightning that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. The water thread had already penetrated into the eyebrows. The originally stiff body suddenly shook, and with the invasion of the water thread, the black water thread wrapped around the body of Clos, penetrated into his body from one pore after another.

In just a blink of an eye, all the black water threads had penetrated into Klos's body. The body was silent for a moment, and Rong Chan counted in her heart: "One, two, three..." If Klos can't wake up after seven numbers, it indicates that the ceremony failed, and Klos is a member of the underworld.

"Ah--" Close took a breath and suddenly sat up.

Rong Chan smiled knowingly and her head tilted: "You finally woke up..." She had counted five times, but she thought there was no hope.

Clos's nose moved: "What a strong smell... the reality of the lich, you!" He glared at Rongchan: "You turned me into a dead soul!"

Rong Chan said frankly: "Yes."

"You!" Klos clasped Rong Chan's neck, and the four artifacts brought a sharp roar toward Rong Chan's face.

The little cicada didn't move, looking at him quietly. The muscles on Clos's face twisted, and the sharp edge in his eyes lasted for half a minute.

"I know you can figure it out by yourself." Rong Chan said confidently.

Klos shook his hand and Rong Chan fell to the ground. The rough and cold ground rubbed her knees, causing her to groan.

"Oh..." Clos sighed: "I understand your intention. You need me, and I don't want to die. It's already my best to find the reality of the lich I cherish. What else can I ask for..."

He smiled bitterly and shook his head, his expression unstoppable sadness.

Xiao Sa stepped forward and helped Rong Cicada up. The femme fatale said softly: "Close, I believe you. With your genius, you will definitely find a way to resurrect yourself. At that time, we are trying to find a way to break your lich body and we can still be together normally."

Close lowered his head and smiled bitterly, "Okay, I don't want to talk about these things now. You guys go out first. I want to stay alone for a while."

Rong Chan didn't force her and gave Xiao Sa a wink, and Xiao Sa helped her walk out slowly.

After the two women left, Klos's face suddenly changed and he said hatefully: "To put it simply, if the body of the Lich is really so easy to break, why hasn't a Lich done it for thousands of years?"

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The snowflakes had already put a white coat on the earth. On a street in the Fugui District, the traces of the wheels of the carriage were pressed forward in two parallel lines. Following the wheel prints, Sharayaga sat in the carriage. A hint of smug smiled. The carriage was bumpy, rising and falling, and the fox-like smile became even more weird and terrifying.

The scene just now appeared in her mind...

"Your Highness, I have clues that the Principality of Maris has defected to the Third Prince."

"Oh, what clue?"

"It's today's game..."

The white snowflakes fell, covering up the wheel marks and the sins of the Delson royal city for a day.

...

Ge Zheng’s breakfast may be the most spectacular breakfast on this continent, and a group of gluttons can make the big eater stunned.

Ge Zheng had long been accustomed to the eating habit of Solgwilen's bread crumbs, but in fact, Solgwilen was already very "restrained"; I remember when I first came, Solgwilen had a strange habit: no matter what I eat, it was torn. Now, at least I understand that the front teeth have the function of biting off food.

"Sir..." A guard came over panting: "This is the topic sent by people in the imperial city."

Ge Zheng took the question paper and opened the paper casually while drinking hot goat's milk.

The reason for drinking goat milk was entirely because of salad. Because Ge Zheng gave her the nickname of a cow, Dinola strongly suggested changing all the dairy products for breakfast to goat milk. Her reason was that "milk" made her disgusting.

Today's topic materials are limited to another batch, and they are clearly marked at the end of the page: they must not be repeated with yesterday's works. This repetition includes two aspects: style and function.

Miss Feifei was still indignant about yesterday's competition: "Hmph, those three judges are blind, and they actually judged that Lorent to win. This is impossible. They must have collected gold coins from salads! Teacher, you should be more careful today."

Ge Zheng wiped his mouth with a napkin: "I'll go to Deckmont."

The snow on the main streets in the city has been cleared, but it is still white outside the door. Ge Zheng had just walked out of the inn gate and a carriage rushed over. The wheels raised a snowflake and stopped steadily in front of Ge Zheng. The door opened, and it was a strange face: "Master, what a coincidence, please get in the car and talk." The strange face showed a very friendly smile.

When Ge Zheng was stunned, the man had already said, "I am the one in the Third Prince's Mansion." Ge Zheng could guess that the third prince sent someone to find him something. It was not that he didn't want to make friends with powerful people. Since he wanted to survive in this world, he had to adapt to the rules of the game in this world. But he didn't want to make friends with powerful people like the Third Prince. He was hypocritical, cruel and bloodthirsty, and according to the alchemists, he was definitely not a wise master.

However, Ge Zheng would not have a stupid face. He turned the cold words "No Go" and pushed the person back to his grandma's house. He smiled helplessly and said apologetically: "I'm really sorry, I have made an appointment with someone. It's not convenient today, so I will definitely visit you another day." The man was stunned, and Ge Zheng had already lost for a long time, and then left.

The middle-aged man on the carriage frowned. The coachman held the reins in his hand and the blue veins on his arms were like crawling earthworms. The other hand was always placed next to his seat, with a thin-blade battle axe underneath. "Sir, do you want me to catch him back?" the coachman said viciously.

"No need." The middle-aged man squinted his eyes slightly, snorted coldly in his nose and closed the car door: "Go back."

Ge Zheng found Dirkmont and explained his purpose. Dirkmont said a little dissatisfied: "Master, at such a critical moment, you are not studying alchemy propositions at home, but you go to find that Bielmondo. This is a game, Master, if he loses, you can't blame your props."

Ge Zheng couldn't tell him clearly that the third prince's magic beast equipment was also made by me, otherwise I wouldn't know what Derkmont thought of him. He was very upset. He was just one million gold coins. Secondly, with so much trouble, it seems that even if you sell things, you can't sell them casually. Especially for things like quasi-artifacts, you must know the truth.

It is safe and secure to sell it to Gronia, but this one sold at the Adventurer Union this time has caused endless trouble. It seems that my low-key style in the past is not wrong, at least I won't cause so much trouble.

However, as soon as I entered the royal city, I couldn't help myself, and it was impossible to keep a low profile now.

He insisted: "Don't worry about so many things, just take me there." Dirkmont said helplessly: "Okay, but I don't know where that kid lives, so I can only take you to find it slowly."

If it weren't for seeing it with your own eyes, Ge Zheng would probably not have believed that there were such dilapidated courtyards in the extremely prosperous and wealthy area.

A short door and two door panels have insects that like the smell of old wood and build nests. The stone walls are covered with moss. In the cycle of life where the moss dies and grows, gray marks fall, just like a patient with skin disease.

If it wasn't for winter now, I believe there would be delicious green grass next to the steps at the door that Miss Salad would be very interested in.

There were just a dozen guard soldiers at the door, carrying swords and were unloading a box from a car. Bill Mondo was not there, probably because of his injury, and there was only one and a half-grown girl outside the door was arguing with the soldiers. Ge Zheng and Deckmont were a little far apart and could not hear clearly. The soldiers said a few words, and the half-grown girl also said a few words, and then it seemed that the dispute began. The soldiers put the box to the ground. The girl wanted to rush over, and the soldiers stood side by side to block the box and stopped her.

Ge Zheng frowned: "What's going on? Let's go and take a look."

Dirkmont and Ge Zheng came on horseback today. Dirkmont was wearing a warm fur coat and a silver fur hat that only a nobleman could wear on his head. He whipped the horse whip and asked, "What's going on? So many of you bully a little girl?"
Chapter completed!