My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

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Galan felt an indescribable helplessness rising in his heart, and he sighed softly. To be honest, he was a little envious of Mu.

It turns out that in his impression, Redeyes is not what they say...

However, this trip to the Dusk Forest can be considered as the fulfillment of a wish.

"Galan, is there anything else you need to do next? If not, why don't you stay here for a few days?" Mu suddenly looked at Galan who was standing aside and made a suggestion to the other party. In fact, he was interested in Galan.

Don't get me wrong, I'm just interested in research.

“Ah? It’s not impossible…” Galan frowned slightly, calculated the time and it didn’t seem to be too urgent, so he agreed.

"Do you know why he asked you to stay?" Redeyes glanced at Mu, then turned his gaze to Galan.

"I know. Actually, I'm curious too." Galan looked up at him, his eyes slightly curved, as if he was smiling.

In fact, he was also quite curious about the condition of this body. After all... he did not have complete detailed information about his own OC. There were still many "defects" and he was not sure whether these defects would have any "impact".

"what ever."

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The End Castle.

basement.

Mu led him to open the door of the basement, pushed it open and pulled the lever next to it. In an instant, the originally dim basement was lit up. Looking around, there were all kinds of tools inside, and there was even an iron platform in the middle.

"I really didn't expect... that you actually came with me?" Mu Qing raised an eyebrow. Even he himself found it a little hard to believe. This was the first time he saw someone so actively cooperating in "research".

"Then you'd better seize the opportunity. People like me are rare~" Galan spread his hands and responded seemingly indifferently.

Mu took him to an oak table nearby, first helped him pull out a chair, then walked to the opposite side and motioned for him to sit down.

Galan looked around, came to the chair and sat down naturally.

Mu curled his lips and tried to be friendly, then slowly asked: "So... now tell me what abilities you have? What is the dragon bone I saw before...?"

"That? Well... actually... I'm not very clear either." As soon as Galan was asked about this matter, he instantly showed signs of guilt, and his eyes involuntarily turned away.

"? You don't know your ability?"

"Haha... Actually it's because of my personal hobby... It's the ability of a character I like very much." Galan frowned slightly and curled the hair beside his ear embarrassedly.

“…”Mu was silent for a moment, staring at the guy’s face with some doubt, as if to say, are you serious?

After all, he seemed to have never seen anyone who could use this kind of ability, let alone something that appeared out of thin air in mid-air. Of course... he had seen similar things before.

For example: the evil spirits in the Nether, the ender dragon in the End, etc.

Galan suddenly had an idea and planned to tease the guy. He supported his face with one hand and looked at him with a smile: "Mu, do you know why skeletons want to make friends?"

"? Skeleton...? What does that mean?"

Mu's face was full of confusion. Why did the skeleton want to make friends? Why did he ask this question? And why did he think about this question?

Weren't we just discussing his abilities? Why are we suddenly talking about the skeleton?

"Because they need "bone" encouragement!"

"..."

"You are awesome, I really deserve to give you a bone palm."

"? Wow~ It seems you have learned the essence~"

"Don't say any more...it's chilling to the bone."

Mu held his forehead with a helpless look, then he straightened his posture, looked Galan up and down, and took out paper and pen from the drawer.

"Do you have any general understanding of your body? I need to record the information."

"Do you have a general understanding of this body? Wait a minute, let me think about it..." Galan rubbed his chin and began to recall the settings he had given to his own OC when he was alive.

Mu frowned slightly when he heard this, feeling a little strange. Why did the other party call his body "this body"? Normal people would have some understanding of their physical condition, right? For example, the senses and so on.

"Um... does it count as "regeneration"? This physical condition...it's a bit complicated to explain..." Galan rolled up the tuft of hair beside his ear, frowned slightly, and showed a distressed expression.

"Uh... just tell me what you know. What kind of regeneration is it?"

"It means... literally." Galan narrowed his blue-pink eyes, and the pink in his eyes suddenly lit up. He smiled meaningfully for a moment, then retracted his smile.

* ??? Withdrawn a "smile".

"........?" Mu was slightly stunned. Did he see it wrongly? His pupils were... glowing? Hand... flashlight...?

The two of them looked at each other awkwardly. Mu was a little confused, but Galan looked more confused than him?

"Did I say something just now?" Galan asked in confusion, and suddenly seemed to remember something and continued to respond to his previous sentence.

"Oh, right! 'Regeneration' means that no matter what kind of injury you get, it will heal. It's...I can't really explain it, but it still hurts..."

"Besides that ability....hiss....I have a headache..."

Galan just recalled the settings he had recorded for his own OC before his death, and the settings recorded in his mind have not yet been fully sorted out.

Suddenly, a sharp pain swept over him like a tide, instantly flooding his entire brain.

This pain was extremely severe. Every time he tried to recall the setting, the pain would intensify, as if an invisible hand was tightly grasping his thoughts, not allowing him to recall the "setting" that had not yet been completed.

The severe pain caused Galan's head to split, accompanied by tinnitus, his vision became blurry, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

As Galan's vision gradually blurred, he raised his head with some difficulty to look at Mu. In a trance, he saw a look of worry on the man's face.

"? What's wrong with you? Hey! You...!"

Before Mu finished his words, the person in front of him suddenly lost consciousness, but it would be more accurate to say that he had been forcibly cut off from the connection rather than losing consciousness.

because…….

Galan did not fall on the table.

He just sat there quietly, his beautiful blue-pink eyes seemed to have been stripped of their original color, dull and lusterless.

...............

"Tsk."

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