Author: Guiyin

The movement of the evil spirit paused for a moment due to Yan Luge's words, as if it was somewhat touched.

Compared with Surr VII, who was calm and silent in the tomb, the evil spirit seemed to be more like a "person", able to get angry, angry, excited and stimulated.

Yan Lüge remained motionless in the bound posture, lowered his head slightly, and looked at the evil spirit quietly with a stone face without facial features, showing no sadness or joy, looking down from a high position.

"Tell me, what do you want to do?" he asked.

But the evil spirit never answered.

It grinned an even more sinister smile with its two faces, and once again stirred up the black mud, causing them to speed up to flood Yan Lüge's body and invade his body.

It chooses to express its anger with actions instead of explaining the reasons for its anger with words.

At this moment, three-quarters of Yan Lüge's body was covered with black mud, and these sticky and pickled things were continuing to corrode his stone skin and penetrated into his body through the wound on his shoulder.

But the white "Innocent Angel" remained terrifyingly calm, as if he didn't care about his situation at all.

Black and white, white and black.

An evil and dirty monster, as if he came from the deepest depths of hell.

A divine, holy and white person, as if he was born from the mud but is spotless.

"Aren't you willing to answer?" Yan Lüge kept vibrating his feathers and made an inorganic synthetic sound, but it sounded like a sigh, "Then let me change the question.

"When were you born?"

Yan Luge stares at the evil spirit.

Even though it looked like he was in jail, and even though the "Innocent Angel" did not have an organ like eyes, his gaze was still like a sharp sword, penetrating the darkness and pointing directly at the soul.

But the evil spirit still didn't answer.

As if it was angered, it once again accelerated the speed of swallowing the black mud.

When were evil spirits born?

Yan Lüge thought it was more than a hundred years ago.

But where did this conclusion come from?

It was he who speculated on the existence of the Ancient Nile Shinto Path based on the strange description of the system mission "to make the program ratings exceed 30%".

From the characteristics of the Shinto road and the legend of "Pharaoh's Curse", it is speculated that the existence named "Zur VII" is being turned into an evil spirit by rumors.

The rumor of "Pharaoh's Curse" was derived from the tragedy of a series of deaths after the Golden Family led people to dig up the Pharaoh's tomb more than a hundred years ago.

Therefore, everyone, including Yan Luge, subconsciously felt that the evil spirit was born from the "Pharaoh's Curse" more than a hundred years ago.

However - in reality?

"Still unwilling to answer?" Yan Lüge vibrated the last bunch of feathers. His voice became soft and vague because he had lost most of his vocal organs, but he was still calm and powerful. "Then let's change the third question. How about you?

, do you love her?"

"You——" The evil spirit looked at Yan Lüge with two faces at the same time.

Although neither the skeleton nor the black mud monster has rich expressions, from the evil spirit's elevated tone, one can still detect its surprise and embarrassment at having its secret revealed.

——Do you love her?

This question sounds weird.

"Who are you?

An evil spirit born with a curse, an undead king in the name of death and destruction, a crazy, evil, cold-blooded, cruel, insidious and cunning fifth-level dark boss. Who will such a being fall in love with? Who can he fall in love with?

Who is "she"?

What kind of soul, whether pure or chaotic, beautiful or ugly, must be worthy of being loved by evil spirits and by such a being?

Generally speaking, the rhyme can ask these three questions that shake the evil spirits, but it is by no means aimless.

He has touched...or guessed the answers to these questions.

But he still wanted to hear it speak for itself.

So he just stayed motionless, watching it quietly, watching it make chaotic screams from the belly of the skeleton, watching it ferociously manipulate the black mud to submerge itself.

It's like he's trying to hide his biggest secret in a panic, and he's like he's trying desperately to bury his last bit of humanity.

Crazy, violent, and...childish.

Yan Lüge just watched quietly, like a compassionate elder who tolerated a child hitting his calf with a balloon.

The black mud eventually overwhelmed him.

However, just when the black mud completely enveloped Yan Lüge, the black mud ball in the form of an angel suddenly moved.

A scorching temperature radiates from the inside out, drying the black mud in an instant.

Then, starting from the top of the dried black mud, pieces of mud began to crack, like land that had been exposed to the sun for too long and began to lose water and crack.

From top to bottom.

First the head, then the trunk, then the limbs, and finally the wings.

Deep in the network of cracks, fire and light seemed to overflow, as if the evil spirit was wrapping up not a winged man but a ball of magma.

"Do you know why I asked these three questions?" Yan Lüge's voice came from the crack.

This time, it is no longer the mechanical sound formed by the vibrating wings of the "Innocent Angel", but his real voice.

Anyway, the person secretly photographed in the square was still unconscious, and Yan Lüge was too lazy to conceal his identity and abilities.

The evil spirit, on the other hand, was slightly surprised when he heard the same voice as the robber last night, realizing that he had been deceived by this bastard again before.

However, before it could respond, the black mud that was part of its body began to crack even more, and pieces of dry and cracked black mud even began to fall off at the head of Yan Lüge.

Yan Lüge's voice came out again, this time because there were no obstructions, so the voice was clearer: "Because you are very interesting, and everything you do is also very interesting.

"The spirit denies the supplicant, the creature rebels against its Creator, and the bound abandons its past.

"Do you know what this means?

"——This means that you are experiencing a second awakening, and you are giving birth to a truly independent true spirit from the bound body!

"Compared to the simple and stupid fool of Surr VII, this is the real second awakening of you!

"And you almost succeeded!

"If it weren't for my interference, you would have succeeded by splitting yourself to create a false identity.

"This series of tricks designed to break the rules is so beautiful, really, I can't help but be amazed.

"'King of the Undead,' you have a soul that longs for freedom and a perseverance. I admire these qualities, so I want to give you a chance.

"The three questions I ask you, your answers will determine whether I kill you, or let you go like I let Sur VII live, or even try to save you...

"Now, give me the answer!"

The black mud that trapped Yan Lü Ge suddenly collapsed.

In the firelight, a ferocious half-dragon covered with dark red scales jumped out, grabbed the black mud monster condensed with the evil spirit's body with one claw, and swept its long tail covered with spikes, blocking its skeleton body.

It was smashed into broken bones all over the ground.
Chapter completed!