My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

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just now.

Galan was back to his lively state, but there was one thing he couldn't understand...why there were scars on his body for no reason.

Seeing that he was fine, Herobrine naturally did not ask too much about the situation. Even if he asked... looking at his howling state just now, it was obvious that he didn't know the answer himself.

It can't be that...something went wrong internally?

Galan raised his hand and curled the hair beside his ears. It was impossible to say that he wasn't embarrassed. Being stared at like this...it was inexplicably a bit awkward.

"Well, I'm fine...don't worry too much..."

"Then Xiaobao and I will... return to our posts."

Galan jumped off the bed first as he spoke, and before the undead could react, he pulled him out the door. Looking at his hurried back, it seemed as if he was worried that the other party would catch him and ask him something, even questions that he himself didn't know the answer to.

"....."

Herobrine looked at the other person's swiftly fleeing figure, tilted his head expressionlessly, and muttered to himself: "Hmm... Am I a terrible person?"

Come to think of it, I haven’t beaten Galan much recently.

In the corridor at this time.

Galan grabbed the dead man's arm and pulled it, asking him to lower his head slightly, and then asked: "Xiaobao, Xiaobao, what happened before you... brought me here?"

The undead lowered his head slightly. When he heard the other party's question, he thought about the scene at that time. Apart from anything else, he still felt a little weird.

"I saw you slacking off at the time... I didn't want to disturb you because you looked like you were sleeping comfortably..."

"But...Blue Devil suddenly told me that your situation is a little strange."

"What is Little Blue?"

"Yes, I saw you from behind..." The dead spirit frowned slightly, paused, glanced at the guy next to him who was safe and sound, and continued: "There are several bloodstains on your body..."

"Bloodstains? I'm bleeding?"

"No, no, no, there was no bleeding...it's just that a lot of wounds suddenly appeared."

After understanding the general situation, it is actually similar to the situation when you just woke up. Galan himself is not quite sure what caused it... but it is estimated that "that person" has been dealt with.

Galan smiled helplessly. Anyway, as long as nothing serious happened, it was fine.

This guy was still thinking about himself, and he unconsciously let go of the other person's arm and ran to the front. He placed his hands leisurely behind his head and looked relaxed again, guessing that this incident would end like this.

However, he never expected that the undead who followed behind him calmly, his red eyes were fixed on the leisurely figure. His eyes were slightly hesitant and he opened his mouth slightly. After a long while, the originally silent corridor was broken again.

“That…” The undead’s voice was a little low, as if it was squeezed out with difficulty from the depths of his throat.

"Galan..." He paused for a moment, then continued, "Can I ask you something?"

"Huh? What?" Galan turned around and looked at the undead who suddenly stopped, wondering what the other party wanted to ask.

The undead just stared at him quietly, and he looked as if hesitant. Even if the other party would not give him an answer, he would still care and want to ask.

"Divination and changing the ending, is there really no price?"

Galan narrowed his eyes, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. Obviously, he had never thought that the undead would ask this question one day. No...it should be said that this is indeed what he would ask.

"Xiaobao is always worried about me~"

"It's okay, at least I'm fine now!"

"Besides, when it comes to the areas that I'm good at...you don't have to worry at all!" Someone patted his chest with a confident look on his face.

"Really?" The Undead asked with some doubt, but he knew very well in his heart that even if he really encountered trouble, the person in front of him would probably not easily tell them the truth.

"We would be very worried if anything happened to you."

"It's alright~"

As Galan spoke, he raised his hands, one hand high in the air, but put the other hand behind his back, swearing at some uneasy guy.

"I promise you that if there are any situations or problems on my side, I will definitely tell you the first time and will never hide anything!"

"Okay, got it." The undead was helpless. He felt that he would become inexplicably childish if he hung out with this guy for too long.

Galan said nothing, just smiled gently.

The middle finger and ring finger of his hand were crossed behind his back, which meant that the oath was invalid.

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At the same time, on the other side.

Near the portal to the main world and the netherworld.

As soon as Azrael came out of the portal, he opened the system interface and looked for a nearby point that could be teleported to. He was about to take action, but was caught by Lydia at the moment when he was about to click.

"As the culprit, running away is not a good idea." Lydia bravely faced the big devil in front of her, even though she knew she couldn't beat him. "No matter what, you have to take some responsibility, right?"

"Responsible?" Azrael's mouth suddenly curled up into a sneer, and a strange light flashed in his red eyes. He raised his head slightly, and the condescending look was as if he was looking at an ant.

"How do you want me to be responsible? Under this circumstance... do you think the fight between players and the Undead was caused by me?" Azrael's voice was low and cold, with a hint of disdain.

"They are just waiting for an opportunity, a real large-scale war."

After saying that, Azrael mercilessly shook off the other person's hand that was tightly grasping him, with a quick and decisive movement without any hesitation.

He should have guessed it earlier... The design of this game is too human. Whether it was the fear, desperate cries and miserable wails of the villagers that he felt personally when the village was massacred, or the hatred and resentment in their eyes when they looked at him, all of them were so real, as if he was actually there.

"Sometimes, games are made too perfectly."

"It's always overlooked..."

"Some unknown secrets."

Azrael couldn't help but smile, no matter if he was killing a living creature or a mass of data, they were not human after all.

"This world allows killing"

“Just understanding this is enough.”