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The sound of weapons cutting into flesh, the sound of furniture breaking, and the spurt of blood.

This information alone is enough.

Touch the walls that have been ignored until now.

Wipe away the dust and reveal the secrets hidden within.

The dark red blood and its claws had already been imprinted on the wall.

Lin Hun could faintly smell the scent of blood, but in fact there was no smell in the house.

The broken door allowed air to circulate, and even the most stubborn smell had no source and was blown away by the wind long ago.

"Things hidden in weapon fragments can actually be used like this?"

This was the first time that Lin Hun came into contact with weapon fragments.

The broken and fragmented fragments actually overlap better with the present time.

Quietly replacing a small detail in the current world.

This method has a more obvious confusing effect on people like Lin Hun who like to observe.

It's a bit real but also a bit fake, and the experience is quite novel.

But the reason why skills are skills is because they are recorded.

Only what existed in the past has the chance to be recorded.

Having seen so much, Lin Hun naturally would not be deceived.

Of course, even after the passage of time, Lin Hun still felt a trace of pity when he saw this tragic scene again.

Lin Hun is a realistic person, and momentary pity will not affect his determination to continue exploring.

These are just the scenery we see during exploration. After expressing our feelings, we still have to keep moving forward.

Unfortunately, even in a house with a broken door, Lin Hun only picked up a few weapon fragments of varying sizes, and did not even pick up a complete knife handle. He was really stingy.

The passage was so long that many houses could fit in, but it was also so short that Lin Hun reached the end in just a few steps.

The room at the deepest part was unremarkable, except for a shiny key in the keyhole of the door.

The door was half-open, leaving only a crack, and all the light was trapped outside.

Lin Hun gently pushed the door open with his shield.

First look at the ground, there are familiar footprints, it is certain that the undead man is in this house. This is the last and only room that can be opened with a key.

Among the familiar footprints, Lin Hun also discovered a footprint he had never seen before. Judging from the direction of the footprints, it can be confirmed that the uninvited guest left the house.

Lin Hun naturally thought of the noble zombie he had killed at the corner before.

Apart from him, Lin Hun had not seen another zombie in this place.

Although the two people's footprints were messy, they did not cross each other. For some reason, it seemed that there was no conflict between the two people when they faced each other.

This is a very strange thing. Lin Hun has seen many zombies' desire for souls. The headless zombie behind him is the best example.

Although he didn't provoke them, but just looked at them from a distance, some zombies seemed to smell the scent and limped towards Lin Hun.

"what?"

Lin Hun discovered something among the footprints.

The dust is so thick that there is often a thin layer of dust under the footprints after walking, which is difficult to detect without careful observation.

Everything was in darkness. Lin Hun did not rashly squat down and pick it up with his hands. Instead, he carefully chose to use the tip of his sword to gently push away the dust around him.

Only when the dust is removed can the true appearance be revealed.

A yellowed piece?

At first glance, it is neither wood nor porcelain, which is quite rare.

Lin Hun had never seen this thing in any other rooms along the way, only in this room.

"Hey, there's one here! There's one here! There's one there!"

The weapons in his hands kept swinging, and dust was flying.

Lin Hun only chose one footprint, but from this one footprint alone Lin Hun picked out no less than nine fragments.

More fragments can be seen in other footprints.

There may be even more in the undisturbed dust all around.

It seemed as if there was a layer of debris beneath the dust in this room.

"Greedy ghost, is that you?"

The person in the room asked, with a pretentious tone and a strange nickname. Lin Hun knew it was the undead man as soon as he heard it.

He deliberately did not conceal his movements to announce his arrival to the people in the house, so he certainly would not pretend to be dead and not speak now.

"It's me. Have you accomplished your goal?"

"Ah - maybe. What was my purpose? I have long forgotten it."

There was a hint of confusion in the undead man's tone which quickly dissipated and turned into a plea.

"Now please come in, greedy ghost, and talk to me. You are the only greedy guy left in this damn world. Please come in, please."

"There's something wrong with this undead."

Recalling the experience of getting along with this undead man in the past, ever since he went up to the second floor, the relationship between them has been dull yet cold. Everything is handled in a businesslike manner, and each has their own purpose.

One can hear the hidden arrogance in the undead's language and the information they reveal, especially towards undead like Lin Hun. Even though he himself has become an undead, he still despises him deep in his heart. Such a person would never say "please".

The best option in this situation is naturally to leave.

Running away is shameful but useful.

Unfortunately, Lin Hun still hesitated, and it was this hesitation that the undead in the house noticed something was wrong.

"Kind sir outside, could you please come in? Where is this place? How did I get here?"

This time the undead's voice was hoarse, but his tone was exceptionally light.

Lin Hun decisively turned around and left. His tone of voice changed into three different forms within two sentences. It was totally out of place.

Let’s explore the area ahead later.

The forest soul remained away for a long time, and the undead were constantly changing.

Lin Hun outside the house could only hear the sound of him speaking.

"Who is outside the door! Where is this place? My body! Why has it become like this?!"

"By the way, who am I? I remember my name was something like, S--, S--, S--, S--what?"

"Oh, I remember I was a baron!"

"Yes, I am a baron."

"I am a baron?"

The sound became clearer and clearer, and gradually faded into silence, leaving only mumbling incomprehensible words.

Before the flame goes out, it will always burn again!

"The greedy ghost outside the door!"

The familiar voice is back!

"Remember to come back soon! I have something prepared for you! Don't worry, it must be a good thing! It is more precious than Javier's armor and I will definitely not let you down!"

"Remember to come back!"

His voice was calm and full of energy, not at all like an undead who was halfway to becoming a zombie, but instead had the demeanor of a positive knight.

"Remember to come back!"

"Remember to come back!"

. . . . . .

He kept shouting, his voice gradually becoming hoarse, but he never stopped for a second.

It seemed that he would keep shouting like this as long as Lin Hun didn't respond.

Lin Hun held his forehead helplessly. It was the first time he met an undead being more shameless than himself, so he could only respond loudly.

"I've remembered that! I hope your gift won't disappoint me!"

Thus the cries of the undead were silenced.

In the dark house, the undead man slumped on the ground, and the elegance that he had never let go of even when he was stained with the ring of darkness quietly disappeared.

The carefully preserved clothes are covered with wrinkles.

Patches of gray seemed to seep out of the skin, leaving marks on the surface of the clothes.

The last surge of sadness in his heart turned into a tear and squeezed out from the undead man's dry eyeballs.

"Who am I?"