My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

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just now.

Galan, who had been in a deep sleep, was gradually waking up, like a seed buried deep in the abyss of darkness.

In the haze, he seemed to hear whispers in his ears. The voices were intermittent, like misty clouds, lingering on the edge of his chaotic consciousness.

"Is he okay? What happened? I don't know... I turned around and saw him like this." The voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of doubt and uneasiness. It seemed to be the voice of the undead. Who was he talking to?

Galan's consciousness gradually began to clear, but his eyelids were still so heavy, and he inexplicably felt a heavy pressure on his body, as if something heavy was pressing down on him.

"Galan?"

"Wake up... Don't sleep anymore."

At this moment, an inexplicably familiar voice suddenly reached his ears. The person's voice was still as cold as ever. In the dark and silent world of consciousness, it sounded even colder than striking jade.

But... there seems to be a faint sense of worry in it.

"Um……"

Galan made a dull sound from his throat, and suddenly he found that he could move. He gradually opened his eyes, and under this blurred vision, the first thing that caught his eye was the inexplicably familiar purple-black ceiling, and he saw Herobrine at a glance.

“…...?”

Moulan had just woken up and was still a little confused looking around. Why did this scene look so familiar? Wasn't this... the End City? When did he come back? Wasn't she sleeping in the base?

Could it be that... he was caught being lazy, and now they are preparing to execute him publicly?

"Well...um...good morning?"

Herobrine frowned for a rare moment. Before he could speak, the undead standing beside him spoke first and asked decisively, "Galan, don't you feel any pain?"

"What? Does it hurt?" Galan tilted his head towards the people in front of him in surprise, but after hearing what they said...it seemed like something was a little bit wrong with his body?

His eyes gradually drifted downwards, and with just one glance, he felt what it meant to be "the sky is falling."

In an instant, a deafening roar resounded throughout the entire End City! The undead who was completely unprepared was startled and his entire body trembled.

Herobrine rubbed his brows helplessly. To be honest, he was also frightened by the ghost's cry.

"calm down……"

“Ahhhhhh!!! Damn!! Who is it? Who attacked me while I was sleeping? Damn! Ahhhhhhhh!!! It hurts!!!”

"Do you have any fighting spirit at all?! Hey?! It hurts!!!"

After Galan woke up from his sleep, he instantly felt a sharp pain in his body. This pain was no less than when Ceris ripped out his heart at Rainimator... Oh, no...it should be a caesarean section.

However, such a breakdown... The moment Galan touched his cheek unconsciously, he instantly stopped the sharp explosion, and after the air froze awkwardly for 1 second... he fell straight back onto the bed.

Yes, that’s right…Molan seems to be disfigured.

* Now.

* He is not the most handsome guy in the entire End City except Herobrine.

At this moment, the change happened so quickly. Herobrine and the dead spirit looked at each other, you looked at me and I looked at you, and then looked at Moulan.

Herobrine looked directly at the undead and raised his eyebrows slightly, the meaning of which was quite clear: You, go and coax it.

"…….." The dead spirit was silent for a moment and suddenly raised his hand and pointed at himself, then pointed at Mou Lan who was lying on the bed and seemed to have been gone for quite a while. "Me? Is this true?"

* Herobrine nodded symbolically.

The undead subconsciously raised his hand and scratched his head, looking at the sky, the ground, and the floor, but not at Herobrine, but his body still walked over honestly.

“Well... Galan... calm down, this... is just a minor injury... that's all, it won't kill you..." The undead used intermittent words to try to comfort a little guy who looked like he had been gone for a long time.

"Okay... cheer up soon, okay?"

To be honest, such coaxing behavior... is a bit too forced for a guy like the Undead.

Galan still lay quietly on the bed with his eyes open, in a daze, but his mind was already a mess.

It's over... This is Xiaofa's face... If he knew, would he kill me? Wait, that's not right... When I get hurt, a special protection mechanism will be triggered. Generally speaking, when I get attacked... I can't sleep like a pig, right?

The more a certain guy thought about it, the more he felt something was not right. Even if he had suffered a serious injury... with his own recovery ability, shouldn't he have healed long ago?

...........

Now that I think about it, it suddenly doesn’t hurt that much?

"Uh... I think I should be fine."

Galan climbed up from the bed calmly and checked his injuries again. At this moment, the scars on his body gradually changed from bright red to light black scabs, healing and connecting together at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The undead couldn't quite understand, and Herobrine, who was standing aside, just remained silent. This time he finally witnessed the strange phenomenon that Naeus had previously described.

During the Rainimator dimension period, Naeus accidentally discovered the seriously injured Galan, and hurriedly brought him back. When he was about to contact Herobrine... the scars on his body had healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even the bloody hole in the abdomen was "strung" together again like a silk thread.

"Are you... okay?" It was also the first time that the Undead had seen this kind of automatic healing phenomenon. Although... he was not an exception in this world, he should at least use something, right?

"Well, although it feels a little... weird, I feel like I'm in a pretty good state now..."

"..."

"……. Anyway, it's fine as long as you're alright."

Herobrine did not comment. He just glanced at the little guy who was now safe and sound and sighed silently.

To be honest, when he first saw the undead carrying back Galan, who was covered in wounds, he was indeed a little worried, but since there were wounds but no blood... it shouldn't be a big deal.

What's more, he didn't think... that anyone could break through the outer wall and get inside to cause trouble, especially in his territory.

Even if a fly managed to fly in by chance...it would be seeking its own death.