The end of the world is coming: Socially anxious zombies just want to travel around the world

Yan Si was in a very bad mood.

"I think you need an exorcism."

"You've become a different person in such a short time. I think you're possessed by a ghost."

Yan Si wanted to pull his hand back, but he couldn't. Negar tilted his head slightly and kissed the palm of Yan Si's hand. Yan Si trembled all over, and then he heard Negar say: "What if this is my nature?"

Yan Si was shocked and looked at Negar in disbelief. It was hard to associate the gentle Negar of the past with the one in front of him.

He said it was his nature.

It turns out that he was so gentle before, it was all a disguise.

"Are you kidding me, you..."

Before he could finish his words, a familiar sharp pain came from his head again. The pain was as surging as the tide and Yan Si cried out in pain. All the strength in his body was drained away and his legs were so weak that he was about to fall.

“Yan!!!”

Negar quickly held Yan Si in his arms, looked at her painful face and asked worriedly: "Yan, what's wrong with you?"

Negar quickly cast healing magic, trying to dispel Yan Si's sudden pain.

But it was all in vain. Yan Si still showed no improvement. In extreme pain, Yan Si opened his eyes with difficulty and saw Negar's anxious face.

Negar also saw Yan Si open his eyes, and he increased the healing magic on his hand again, and said with a forced smile: "It's okay, it's okay Yan, it won't hurt soon."

Yan Si grabbed Negar's collar with trembling hands, her lips slightly opened as if she was about to say something, but before she could utter a word, she fainted because she could no longer bear the raging pain.

The hand that grasped Nergal's collar fell weakly, and the light of the healing circle in Nergal's hand went out. He looked at Yan Si, who was quietly lying in his arms, with a deathly pale face. He stroked her face with trembling hands and called softly, "Yan?"

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In Yan Si's spiritual world, wherever he went, there was an inextinguishable underworld fire burning.

Yan Si was no exception. The underworld fire was also burning on her body. Compared with the flames in the spiritual world, the flames covering her soul were relatively smaller. Although the fire was small, the pain it brought was also bone-corrosive. The process was slow and painful. This was also the curse that Elius had placed on Yan Si.

Flame, burn her soul and let her soul die slowly in the pain of burning.

"Are you in pain? Do you want to die immediately?"

The jumping flames blurred Yan Si's vision, and a vague black shadow appeared in front of her, but the familiar voice still allowed Yan Si to recognize who this black shadow was.

"It was you, Elius, it was you who did it."

"what did you do to me!!"

Yan Si suddenly stood up and punched Elius despite the severe pain, but after one punch, the scattered black shadows gathered together again, and Yan Si stood up to prevent himself from falling.

In the end, that black shadow was just a remnant of Elius's thoughts. He would not answer any of Yan Si's questions, but would only persistently ask Yan Si whether he was in pain and whether he wanted to die immediately, just like a tape recorder.

Yan Si clenched her fists, unable to figure out when Elius attacked her. In a trance, Yan Si suddenly remembered that she had also suddenly experienced this kind of pain when she was about to leave the End of the World. She must have been attacked at that time.

"The old monster who haunts us will not rest in peace even after his death."

The black shadow suddenly flashed before Yan Si's eyes, and two black smokes separated from it and wrapped around Yan Si's neck. It lifted her up while she was struggling, and said viciously, "I curse you. Feel my pain until your soul is burned out by the flames, otherwise this fire will not go out."

Yan Si struggled in suffocation and tried to tear off the black smoke wrapped around her neck, but she couldn't touch it no matter what.

The feeling of suffocation became more and more intense, and Yan Si's consciousness became more and more hazy. She was afraid that before her soul was burned out, she would be strangled to death by Elius.

As her consciousness faded, the black smoke wrapped around Yan Si's neck suddenly disappeared, and Yan Si fell heavily to the ground coughing. Before she could figure out what was happening, Elius' screams rang in her ears.

Yan Si looked blankly. Through the jumping and distorted flames, he saw a beautiful girl in a white dress with ankle-length white hair like a waterfall. She was pinching the black shadow in her hand and rolled it into a ball amid Elius' screams.

The girl walked towards Yan Si, squatted down and looked at the stunned Yan Si.

After seeing her up close, Yan Si discovered that not only her hair color, but even her skin color, pupils, and eyelashes were all white. She was like the incarnation of an angel.

"It's really embarrassing, and it's really useless. He can be beaten by invaders in his own spiritual world."

The girl chuckled and sneered, holding her chin with her hand.

Yan Si was really confused.

She opened her mouth slightly and asked with full energy: "Who are you?"