Chapter 569 The Lively Dead

Author: Going to the Winter

Chapter 569 The Lively Dead

A cold, hard and damp hand, like a rotten tree root, viciously clamped his arm, directly squeezing Veri Shaw's face on the table.

"I just told you not to touch it," said Nesse.

Even when he was caught, Viri Shaw had never heard his tone. He was confused and hummed at the table: "Uh? When?"

He tried to straighten up, but only turned his head over, and then saw the quill being caught by the other one of Nisse, making a series of rustling screams like a clamped rat.

If I were this quill, I might have called it that way. Viri Shaw thought to myself. When did this guy's hand strength become so strong?

"Didn't you listen?" The voice of Nisse, who had a lot of hands, came from above the back of his head. Isn't anyone stopping him? It's really strange. "You can't touch yourself. If you touch it, you both will be annihilated."

"I'm Viri Shaw!"

"Very Shaw will be destroyed by contacting himself." Nesse said word by word. At the same time, he let go of his hand. The quill was thrown vertically on the table not far away, complaining and getting up. The human-shaped secret technique scholar here held up a little embarrassedly, looked at Nesse again:

"You are crazy!"

"I'm not sick," said Nesse.

"You're sick." Veri Shaw said in unhappy with the quill. The unlucky young man's actions really made him feel a little unhappy. They stretched out a hand/a hair at the same time, "Are you saying I'm this thing? What's the relationship with this thing?"

After saying that, Viri Shaw and the quill were both stunned for a moment. They slowly twisted their heads and looked at each other.

"It's not a thing." Nesse said coldly.

...

In fact, even if you don’t consider the reasons that seem too funny, this scene is indeed intended to be stopped by checking. In the confusion of time and space caused by the blockage of the law, there are various dangers that are difficult to distinguish between true and false, but the danger in front of you can definitely accurately predict the consequences, and it is really impossible to be the real one.

This is something he currently thinks is very worthy of stopping. If Viri Shaw touches another self in the quill state, it is likely that he will really be destroyed.

Yicha didn't want Viri Shaw to die, but he also felt that there was no need to interrupt its self-gaze.

But these are just thoughts. This scene flashed around him, and even more difficult troubles were replaced.

In this more troublesome trouble, Viri Shaw, who had not yet fallen into the self-trap, said: "That's right..." and then stopped.

"...There is a fourth death." Neshes continued, "and then there is the fifth, the sixth...you're wondering, why should I tell you these boring words?" He grew two more heads in the part that could barely be called "underarms". "I need your attention. Look at these guys around you. Oh, you're already watching."

There is no need to look at it at all. They are all on the same table. Neshes hangs on the chandelier, with no intention of saying it on his face: "This clip is very important to you, let's keep it."

He didn't show why it was important. But he almost understood it after checking it.

Under the chandelier where Neshes lived, there was a soft little lamp illuminating the side of every guy sitting around - Neshe, with amplitude of three hundred, Liv, small potted plants representing Talilichi, Duke Wabra and Orel, Diliul, employee representatives of the terminal office, Viri Shaw...

There were four empty chairs opposite. You could still feel other existences, but they were not on this table, so he didn't plan to bother looking for them.

He quickly swept left and right.

That's right. There are ones that count from the vertex on the left of the semicircle to the vertex on the right, and these familiar and unfamiliar guys sitting along the arc are all dead.

They were dead, but they could still talk to him. In order to see that Nesse grabbed the jaw and exposed a bone, he wanted to speak but stopped. He was dead. It was not a corpse, not a soul, but there was no breath of life on his body. He died. He failed to rob the words, and Veri Shaw, who died on the other side (really, he just wanted to not want it to die, but saw its death appearance) said that first:

"I'm dead! Brother Ichainte, what's going on? Why don't you save me?!"

"Despicable Demon!" The strangely withered branches of the tower were creakingly swinging, lifelike and fierce, "I knew you would pull me in sooner or later! It's too despicable!" He was dead. The fairy who was also withered and decaying as him sighed with a bleak breath. She was dead. Dilior and Orrelu's eyes were empty, and bone maggots emerged from their broken cheeks. The amplitude of three hundred shrank into a shriveled ball, and the sound was almost inaudible:

"It doesn't matter……"

He pulled it into his palm with a wave of waves - he found that his limbs were healthy and healthy - "connection" popped up, but the structure turned into a desperate sound wave in his hand and completely disintegrated.

"Waste." The puppet-like Wabra said lightly. "Boss. Everything is normal, the reference average is zero." The girls who harvested awl-shaped structure said.

They are all dead.

Yi Cha frowned. He knew completely that what was happening in front of him was not an illusion, but a real moment.

On a certain bamboo joint in this vast bamboo forest in time—

"You will kill them all." Neshis added, "and those guys outside the door. We all know who is outside--you know who will be unable to escape your savages, do you want them to come in? Oh. Don't."

He swayed on the chandelier—the light and shadow did not move with him, because he did not cast shadows at all—a burst of laughter, “Finish one of my challenges, little demons, then I will tell where this situation came from.”

"No." said.

"I will tell you how to recover. How to avoid it. That is to say - resurrect them." Neshis's tone did not change at all - he was like a string of tumors filled with smiles.

"No." The answer was quickly. A small commotion occurred among the dead placeholders, and Viri Shaw spoke first:

"Hey? Why not? Big bad guy! We all look at you with awesome!"

"Do you have no confidence in yourself? No, right? Or do you have any difficulties?" The dead secret law scholar quickly thought about it and said quickly: "Don't. If this is the case, it would be too cliché! I can't stand it even if I die!"

Cleverly. To look at the four chairs in front of him. On the one opposite him was now a dark figure of demon. She had six soft arms, big red eyes embedded in her face. The shadows were surrounded by a buzzing sound that made the demon dizzy - it looked very blurry, but he had never seen her in such a clear situation.

"Your Majesty." Yicha nodded at her. She was dead. The clichéd place has not yet appeared. "You are here."

"I will never forgive you forever." The dead Bezebu said gritting his teeth.

Yicha looked up at Neshes, saw through his problem, and shook his head, "No."

"Why?!" Veri Shaw was shocked. "You will suffer. I hate you." Bezebu let out a fierce buzz and disappeared cleanly.

The chair in front of Yicha was empty. The clichéd scene had just appeared and then disappeared. Not long after, a white shadow flashed on the seat. Before it condensed, Yicha looked at Neshes again: "No."

The white shadow dissipated.

"I've seen someone more rebellious than me." Veri Shaw murmured. From a dead person's perspective, his performance was quite lively. "Why don't you accept his challenge?"

"That's right. I must ask this question in person, why?" Neshes smirked.

"But I don't have to answer in person." Yi Cha pointed to his face.

Because what Neshes mentioned is not a real challenge.

The real challenge has already begun.
Chapter completed!