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The ghost is trying to convert the other party into a clan member

Green frowned slightly in displeasure. He felt that this kind of thing was not worthy of being his father's family, but he would not stop his father's will, so he naturally would not interrupt.

As long as he could find a time to ignite the other person in the future, he believed his father would not hold it against him.

Chunchun also shifted his gaze to the lucky guy, but soon he shifted his gaze back, as if he didn't care at all.

As the black lines completely climbed up the other person's body, the other person's eyeballs also turned pure black, and the fear and anxiety in his eyes gradually turned into fanaticism. Steve put him down, and he knelt on one knee, respectfully showing fanaticism to his God.

In fact, not all clans are like this. This is a technique specially used by ghosts. Under normal circumstances, the void clans transformed by ghosts can believe in it or not, and it will not deliberately control or guide them.

Those who believe in it are like the queen bee, and those who do not believe in it are like the void that resides in the body of the sky.

But at the same time, they all have their own self. Even the queen bee who fanatically believes in it has her own independent consciousness. This is why the other party will feel fear and have the desire to please them.

Only the other party has been implanted with fanaticism by it, completely covering up his original thoughts, leaving only loyalty to it and his original memories, so he will not question, nor will he be afraid, and will not have any extra thoughts that are useless to ghosts.

At the same time, perhaps the massive spread of void breath completely detonated another drowned corpse. He didn't even wail, but fell straight to the side. The black liquid solidified on his face, and his soul was completely shattered, turning into an empty shell, and then disappeared.

As for this drowned corpse - no, we should call him a Void Clan now. He didn't care about the life or death of his companions at all. He just continued to look at the ghosts fanatically without saying a word.

Why start a war?

"I happened to see it while passing by. Those defective products have been a bit restless recently. So, for the sake of blood, in order to quell their riots, starting a war to reduce the number of those countless defective products is a very cost-effective option."

He spoke as if it were a matter of course in a fanatical tone. When Steve heard his tone, he couldn't help but raise his hand and punch the other person, but the other person just touched the place where he was hit and continued to look at the little knight fanatically, as if he didn't take Steve seriously at all.

This made Steve feel frustrated. He suspected that even if he killed the other party here, the other party would not react to him at all. There was a high probability that the other party would still look at the little knight with fanatical eyes at the moment before death.

But he still felt sad for these ridiculous reasons. Strength was everything. Steve looked at the ghost. If he had the ghost's strength, how could there be death and invasion? How could there be death and invasion...

What are defective products and why do they occur?

"They are those creatures without the ability to think for themselves. They basically obey our orders, provided they don't riot excessively due to lack of fighting. Because their population is so large, on the ground, under the sea, in caves, and in every dark place, not every member of the tribe is allowed to have the ability to think. 80% of the tribe are nothing more than aimless monsters, so they can only be defective products. No one will show them mercy, and we will not deliberately collect them because they are still very difficult to manage. However, since our branch has lost its rights and was expelled forever, we have collected the defective products they don't want and use them to drive them."

She thought she was falling into eternal death, but she didn't

Her consciousness kept wandering in blur and chaos, and her state was reshaped in uncertainty. When her consciousness finally returned, there was a soft bed under her.

Bright light poured in through the window and into her room. She could faintly hear the melodious singing of birds and the crisp chirping of insects. There was also the unique wheat aroma of simple rice, which came in through the door that she had opened a crack, accompanied by the spicy and pungent smell of pickles.

She raised her hand with a somewhat unreal look. Everything around her seemed so real. There was a photo of her on the bedside table, and her smile was so gentle and cheerful.

All the years she had experienced before, the darkness, the pain, the laughter, the suffering and wailing, all seemed to have turned into a light dream, gradually drifting away.

There was no more blood, no more darkness day after day, no more cold and rough pictures, no more observing the world coldly through a screen. Everything here was so real that it made her ecstatic.

Tears overflowed, blurring her eyes. She clutched the quilt tightly, unable to utter a word for a long time.

She was almost overwhelmed by this huge surprise. She tried to control her body, but her survival instinct had not been lost over the long years. She stood up easily and danced briskly.

It was not until she heard a sound outside the door that she had not heard for a long time that she slowly came back to her senses.

"Daughter, come out for dinner."

The voice was kind and warm. She paused, and at the same time her vague memories came back to her in this kind cry.

She remembered everything, and she picked up all the memories that had been lost over the long years. She was not a player, she had her own name, her own warm home, and her own friends, instead of vague memories, a cold window, and eternally repeated sentences.

She laughed lightly, and in her laughter, she gradually forgot the painful facts and the excruciating suffering, and then she opened the door.

"Here I am! Why does today's food smell so good?"

After washing up, she sat happily at the table, holding the bowl and chopsticks, carefully blowing away the hot steam from them, and couldn't wait to put them into her mouth. The scorching heat made her speechless, and she just kept fanning herself.

Her mother walked past her, gave her a stern look, and brought her a glass of ice water with a mixture of anger and amusement.

"My daughter, stop being so nagging. You're usually so disgusted, saying why it's just porridge with pickles and maybe a steamed bun? Why did you suddenly think of saying something nice about me today? It's no use saying nice things, you're almost late for school."

Speaking of this, she couldn't help but speed up her hands. Today was the first day of her high school career, how could she be so late?

She finished her breakfast, put on her backpack, and finally, with a click, the door closed. She heard her mother calling her name, and she went to face her own life without looking back.

191 The rain stopped

After the other party answered all the questions, the scene fell into deathly silence, and the ghost also noticed the sadness and unspeakable emotions hidden in everyone's heart under the silence.

Originally coming here just to make some extra money, it slowly fell into the same silent contemplation, even though it found it difficult to understand why everyone felt sad about the reasons for the war.

It will respect and feel sorry for those who should not die, and will kill without hesitation anyone who wants to kill it. It will neither agree nor disagree with theoretical arguments. It only divides the other party into a warrior who can be respected or not, including Zuo Te.

It recognized the other party's courage to draw his weapon against him, and also recognized the other party's tenacious perseverance even though he had no rules in his dream.

This was something the Knight would not deny, just as he would not deny that the other party was indeed very noisy.

But it looked at the prompt that the task was completed, looked at Steve who was in grief and sadness, walked over gently, took out a golden gem that looked hard from its cloak, and tried to hand it to the other party on tiptoe.

Steve, who was still immersed in sadness, was stunned for a moment, then took the gem handed to him by the other party. It didn't make much difference when he was far away, but when he got closer, he could smell the sweet scent. Steve picked it up and licked it subconsciously.

The sweetness that couldn't be any richer burst out in his mouth in an instant. This wonderful sweetness was far beyond his imagination, but after tasting it, he didn't feel sick at all. He took a bite carefully, and the seemingly hard shell was immediately bitten open. He bit off such a small piece and put it in his mouth. It completely melted in just a short moment.

At the same time, the soft and flowing golden interior wrapped in the hard shell also flowed out thickly when the shell cracked. Compared with the pure sweetness of the shell, the core gave Steve a completely different feeling. It had a mellow taste and a heavy and wonderful feeling when tasted.

He looked at the ghost in confusion, but seemed to understand something, and tried his best to force an ugly smile. The sky had been gloomy and dark, but finally, with the faint rain, it silently opened a crack, and a ray of sunlight shone through the crack and fell on the battlefield. The zombies there also started to burn and disappeared without a trace.

The Knight was indeed comforting the other party, because when its snacks were confiscated, its mood would also become depressed, and that feeling was not good enough, so when it was sad, it would eat a piece of honey unique to Hallownest. The sweet taste would soothe its depression for a long time.

So when the knight sees the other person sad, he will not hesitate to give the other person a piece of honey, hoping that the other person can also be wrapped in the sweet scent like it and forget those unpleasant facts.

Steve squatted down and gave his friend a hug calmly. He knew that the ghost was comforting him. Tony Stark also came over, then Kong, then Wilson, and finally Murasaki. They hugged each other calmly.

Except for the two who were still unconscious, even the villagers were hugging each other. Green looked at them with some envy. Even though he hugged his father many times with various excuses, he couldn't help but feel envious every time he saw this scene.

Unbridled intimacy, being able to perform intimate actions without any worries, is indeed what Green envies.

Even until now, he still shows a panic attitude towards some things, fearing that he will return to the endless darkness, even though he knows he can't do it.

"I thought you'd be angry or lose your mind."

The pure tone was still so calm without any fluctuations, as if he was stating a fact, but to Green it sounded more or less surprising. When Green heard the other party's words, he subconsciously shifted his gaze, but soon he shifted his gaze back.

"What a boring argument." Green retorted nonchalantly.

"You're becoming more and more like him." Chunchun paused, as if reminiscing. It remembered that when it was still young, it had the honor of accompanying its father, the White King, to meet with the Greens who came to negotiate. Although Chunchun had never taken their words to heart, it still remembered that scene. "In a sense, you are changing."

When Green heard this, he didn't even refute it, but just sneered. He naturally knew who the other person was referring to, but compared to the natural opposition and excessive disgust in the past, he might now understand the other party's painstaking efforts.

Some helpless things are not what one wants. In a sense, that "Green" is just a puppet of the nightmare. All his accusations against the other party are just because he thinks the other party does not have the courage to fight to the death, or because he hates himself for being a puppet.

After all, in a sense, the two of them are a mirror. If it weren't for their father, they would both be puppets. No creature is willing to witness its ugliest side. Every creature is well aware of its own shortcomings and ugliness, so they will increasingly hate people who are the same as themselves.

Later, when Green himself came into contact with it and understood it, he also realized that sometimes the death of the fish does not necessarily mean the net is broken. After all, except for that short period of time when the sky was dark, his life with his father was incredibly smooth. Without setbacks, he would not understand setbacks, let alone sympathize with them.

He simply looked at Green's reaction and said nothing more. He just looked around calmly, to prevent any new blind creatures from disturbing God.

The sky cleared up completely, and the ground was covered with spoils. The swarm of bees poked their heads out, wanting to retrieve the things that originally belonged to the ghosts, but the little knight was surrounded in the center, and there was no free space for them to take off, so they could only line up in a long queue one by one and pass through the gap in the ground. Then, after squeezing out of the crowd with difficulty, they raised their heads with tears in their eyes and prepared to carry the things back one by one according to their feeling, and then they found that the spoils they could sense seemed to be gradually decreasing.

When they rose higher, they saw a raging fire burning on their precious spoils. Although the fire went out soon, their spoils were also reduced to ashes.

The bees swarmed and burst into flames. How could they tolerate this? In the past, they would have fished out anything that had fallen into the acidic water, let alone a mere flame!

During this period, because they were pure void creatures, the expansion and growth of the void led to their gradually increasing numbers.

Groups of black seals blocked the sunlight that was gradually becoming brighter, and then, in everyone's confused gaze, they began to fight for the spoils with the momentum of one man blocking the way for ten thousand.

192 The Doctor's Dilemma

This time the ghost did not stay for long. After using its soul to simply help the Doctor and Sans wake up, it left.

Mainly because Steve said it was a bit embarrassing.

"Ghost, I'm very grateful that you came to help us this time. I know you must be very busy over there, so go back to your work. I believe we can handle the rest."

Steve patted his chest and promised the ghost, with a serious and indignant look on his face. The ghost was too embarrassed to say that its problem had been solved, so it just followed his wishes and left.

At the moment it was about to leave, the fanatical clan who had been wrapped in armor and barely survived the sun were burned to ashes by the black flames. In fact, if the opponent's creature was not special, so that Green could not burn out the opponent's internal organs and leave only the skin, he would not be so open and aboveboard.

After all, just because his father doesn't care doesn't mean he doesn't care.

At the moment of disappearing, Chunchun looked at the unfortunate guy who was burning, as if he had expected it, then looked back at Green, pretending that he saw nothing, and stood silently behind the ghost.

Pure actually understood Green's intentions the moment he looked at that guy. There was no other reason, because Pure also felt that such a thing was not worthy of becoming a follower of the Void. It was simply a naked defilement. However, it chose to acquiesce and indulge because it knew Green would take action.

After returning to his original place, the little knight seemed to remember something, opened the chat group, and clicked on private chat.

[God of the Void] Ghost: Your soul is somewhat damaged.

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: Is that so... Thank you for your reminder. Is the damage serious?

[God of the Void] Ghost: Your soul was incomplete from the beginning, and now it is full of cracks.

The little knight carefully recalled the appearance of the other party's soul that he had seen. He could barely make out that it was a human figure, but it was broken everywhere and the broken parts were full of cracks.

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: Can you tell what the reason is?

[God of the Void] Ghost: Yes

[God of the Void] Ghost: Your body and soul don't quite match. Your soul isn't strong enough to support such a huge body, just like a weak maggot can hardly support a huge suit of armor. So your soul begins to expand in order to support your body, causing it to become defective. The cracks should be damage caused by repeated overuse.

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: Is there any impact?

The doctor did not prioritize asking for a solution. If there was no impact, then whether there was a solution or not was just a matter of insignificance, even though the focus of the topic was on his soul, which was a very important matter as soon as he heard it. He also probably guessed that it was the Originium that caused his already broken soul to be full of cracks. If it was an intact soul, there should not be such a big side effect. After all, he had also conducted an investigation, and it was only some physical cost at most.

【God of the Void】Ghost: Unclear

It thought about it. It had seen many dream warriors that were created because of unwillingness, which led to the combination of dreams and souls. It seemed that they all looked complete, and none of them were broken, so it was not very clear.

[Chess Player] The unknown person trapped in the coffin: Is there any solution?

[The ghost gave out a red envelope]

[The nameless person nailed in the coffin received a red envelope]

The doctor took out a bottle which was very big compared to the ghost but was very small in his hand. He opened the bottle cap and saw some kind of sparkling colorless liquid flowing in the bottle. Just smelling it made him feel invigorated. He took a sip and it was strange that he had clearly drunk a small sip but the weight of the bottle did not change at all. He thought that there was no problem with his data analysis. Not to mention losing a small sip, even if a little evaporated, he could immediately feel the change. However, until now, the bottle has maintained a constant weight, which is a very interesting thing.

After taking a small sip of the soul, he felt his sanity slowly recovering. Compared to the crude, simple and fast recovery method of Originium, this method was undoubtedly much slower, but much gentler. In any case, it was at least ten times faster than his self-regulating recovery method.

What if these two things could be combined? The doctor grabbed a handful of Originium in his hand, his expression a little erratic.

[Chess Player] The unknown man nailed in the coffin: Thank you for your help. It is very useful to me. If you need anything, I will definitely not refuse.

[God of the Void] Ghost: Hmm.

The Knight closed the chat group. He planned to take a good stroll around Hallownest after resolving this incident. After all, he had not yet visited most of the newly built areas, which prompted him to have a new interest in adventure.

The road outside has been widened several times. At least Green and Pure no longer have to bend their bodies to move forward on most terrains. The exquisite ground, patterned walls, and traffic lights at every few sections of the road have undergone earth-shaking changes.

The place where the very lively Mother Gruz used to be was transformed into an exquisite room with long wooden benches on both sides hanging on the wall. Occasionally, some guards would sit here when they were tired of patrolling, drink some water, eat some delicious mushrooms, and then immediately pick up their weapons and continue patrolling without stopping.

The abandoned houses and villages below have been renovated, and there are insects coming and going everywhere. They either live there or open a small shop there.

The little knight remembered that there was originally a small shop in the underground, which was Saluba's shop, and it still had the other party's blessing on it.

It walked over and took a look. The threshold of the shop, which was too high for it, had been replaced by a small and exquisite staircase. Insects often visited the shop. It didn't quite understand at first. Hadn't the other party sold all the goods to it?

After listening to it for a while, he realized that the other party had turned his shop into a souvenir shop. Everyone who came could get a small Saluba statue with its blessing on it. When people sat on the bench to rest, songs would be played. He also bought one.

When Saluba saw the ghost coming, she smiled happily, just like when they first met.

"Why is it suddenly so bustling here? But this is also good. Although it is a little busy, it is really pleasant."

She still had no idea that this place had once declined, but that was fine. Perhaps that was why bugs kept coming here. The peaceful smile made one feel happy and relaxed just by looking at it, right?

The ghost finally sat on a bench, listening to songs and having a good rest.

193 Everything is thriving

The place where the knight first encountered the Dragonfang Guards had also undergone tremendous changes. It had become a warm and small garden with a few tables, a few sets of chairs, and the white flowers that he was very familiar with.

It was said that these white flowers were very precious. It counted them carefully and found that there were at least dozens of them in this garden alone.

The most familiar thing was the person sitting there, the one who asked it to deliver flowers, and the other who was being delivered flowers. They were now sitting together, holding each other's hands tightly, and had not let go for a long time, at least until the little knight finished eating and left.

When the knight was halfway there, he finally remembered the other unlucky guy, the snail shaman, and changed direction without hesitation. The huge palace had become a luxurious restaurant that was far beyond the knight's imagination.

The ground that was broken when they fought was repaired intact. Hegemer was stringing mushrooms delicately with unhurried movements. His huge body formed a sharp contrast with the small mushroom strings. After he had strung the mushrooms, he handed them to the bug next to him. The bug took the mushrooms and roasted them on the campfire. After they were done, he began to serve them to the table. The table was already full of expectant bugs. The sound of clanging was endless in the air, and the aroma of various dishes lingered in the air.