Chapter 1: Rebirth of Skeleton ()

The vast and boundless underworld is filled with countless blood pools, and the blood pool is the fosterer of most underworld creatures.

There is a blood pool in a narrow valley. Pale skeletons float on the surface of the five-mile radius. The light red blood energy filled the gloomy atmosphere of the entire valley. It is terrifying.

I don't know how long it took for the pool water to roar, gently pushing the skeleton toward the shore. As soon as the pale skeleton was blown ashore, a dim white flame suddenly appeared in the center of the head.

As soon as the dim flame arose, the blood-colored gas permeated from the blood pool was slowly sucked into the skeleton's head, becoming the nourishment for the white flame. The foundation of most undead creatures in the underworld, the soul fire, is as important to the undead creatures as the brain is to humans.

I don’t know how long it took, a skeleton in the skeleton group suddenly opened and closed the jaws a few times, making a "crack, crack" sound. Does anyone know that these simple cracks and cracks, and the creepy cracks sounds that Yan Xiu had suffered in his lifetime.

"I still failed!" Yan Xiu's consciousness had just woken up, and the first thing he did was to say a half sentence he had not finished in his previous life. When he walked out of his depression, he was frightened to find that he had no sense at all.

"Has I become a vegetative?" A thought that made him terrifying appeared in his mind. He tried hard to open his eyes and see the scene in front of him. The extremely ordinary movements in the past were extremely difficult today. He never knew that his eyelids were so heavy.

It has been three days since Yan Xiu never gave up that seemingly meaningless behavior. He can't count how many times he failed. The only thing that surprised him was that every time he was exhausted, a warm feeling would appear in his head and wash his whole body. In those few seconds, he could feel that he was still alive. After each wash, Yan Xiu's body could recover a little bit of consciousness.

Time passed quickly, and the bloody sun and the purple moon on the top of the valley had alternated seven times.

After Yan Xiu's continuous efforts, a whirlwind finally emerged above his head and sucked blood and energy in large quantities. The fire of the soul suddenly burst and burned the blood and energy to refine the blood and energy into a white liquid. The white liquid swam around Yan Xiu's body, leaving a trace of liquid wherever he passed, baptizing the bones all over Yan Xiu's body, causing Yan Xiu's bone color to continue to deepen. The only wisp left in the end was also swallowed by the fire of the soul.

Gradually, the whirlwind slowly became smaller and finally disappeared, and Yan Xiu's bones had turned into white soul fire and rose to the size of a fist. Yan Xiu's vision gradually returned to the darkness in front of him slowly disappeared.

When Yan Xiu's vision was completely restored, he was shocked. His perspective was not 120 degrees but 360 degrees. The visual feeling came not from the eye sockets but from the head. However, what shocked him was that he turned into a white skeleton.

Looking at the black land, the red pool water, and the pale skeletons all over the ground. Yan Xiu's emotions were not fear but confusion and loss. Although he had a premonition that he had died, he was still a little unacceptable when facing them.

When Yan Xiu glanced at the soul fire of the skeleton on the ground, a desire to devour and a strong sense of hunger surged in his heart.

Then he was frightened to find that his movements had been dragged away from his control. He slowly stood up and raised his feet to the skeleton beside him and stepped on its head. The white foot bones easily stomped the pale head.

The soul fire that fell to the size of a thumb of the outside finger gradually faded out and finally turned into a white stone. Yan Xiu stretched out his hand bone and picked up the stone and threw it into the soul fire from his eyes.

The soul fire suddenly jumped, wrapping the stone in an instant, burning the stone. The stone gradually melted into a white liquid, and the liquid began to wash the whole body from the head. A trace of quenching bones must be left where the liquid passed, and finally returned to the head and dissolved into the soul fire.

After absorbing the liquid, the control of the body returned to Yan Xiu's hands. Yan Xiu was surprised to find that his perception had improved slightly after absorbing the liquid.

He raised his hands and feet carefully, and after confirming his control of his body, he looked at the soul fire of another skeleton again, making him confused and relieved to find that there was no abnormality in his body, but a desire to swallow.

Yan Xiu stared at the skeleton under his feet in a daze, his mouth opened and closed.

If he still had flesh and blood, we could clearly see his throat shaking.

It has been two days since he killed the first skeleton, and the inexplicable out-of-control was not showing up, but new problems came to him. Two days ago, when he found that the sense of out-of-control was not showing up, he couldn't help but kill another skeleton and devour its soul fire. This time, when refining the soul fire, a feeling of pleasure that he had not had for the first time was very wonderful. Even though he had extraordinary intentions, he almost lost. The second absorption gain was not as huge as the first time, but it was not small, making his control of his body more satisfactory.

So he began to hunt and devour, but everything has advantages and disadvantages. When he devoured the tenth soul fire, he lost his mind and killed wildly. If he hadn't adapted to the bone's body and fell into the blood pool, his fate would have been completely lost and turned into a madman. In fact, this is also a bit of a lot of luck. The skeleton he reborn was actually a million skeletons with the talent of the undead, and his talent was "soul devour". Skeletons are the lowest undead in the underworld. They only had puppet-like consciousness when they were born. The newly born skeletons are like puppets, and killing and devouring are their only instincts.

That's why Yan Xiu was out of control. However, Yan Xiu was a time traveler after all, he had his consciousness. What would happen after he devoured the soul fire? It was impossible to be exactly the same as ordinary skeletons. So he could control his body again. He didn't know whether he was lucky or unlucky. He could not only devour the energy of the soul fire, but also devour consciousness. Ordinary skeletons would produce pleasure when refining blood and energy to comfort them not leave as soon as they were born, and thus be devoured by the undead caused by the energy generated by their birth. He was instinctively controlled by the first devour, so he did not experience the pleasure. The second time it was his consciousness that controlled the body, and he also had the talent of "soul devour". Yan Xiu, so he naturally devoured the souls of those skeletons together, so he had such a strong sense of pleasure.

In fact, it would be fine if he swallowed one for an hour, but he swallowed nine pleasures in succession and there was no accident, then it would be unreasonable... Fortunately, he fell into the blood pool, which is worthy of being a magical place that can nurture most creatures in the underworld. Yan Xiu's soul fire shrank a lot after being washed by the pool water, but it solidified and brightened a lot.

Yan Xiu's mind slowly woke up, and his vision emanated from the soul fire. He stared at the skeletons on the shore through his empty eyes. His expression revealed Yan Xiu's greed, but in the end he still restrained it.

Although he had died once, he was still afraid of death! Even though he had lost the pleasure of living now, he would never give up his life.

He began to pull out the sport and punch, which was his habit. Whenever he had something he could not face but had to face, he would punch a set of punches to calm his mind and face it calmly when his mind was calm.

A creaking sound came from the quiet valley again, and a white skeleton punched in an incongruous manner one meter offshore. The lying fist took two days to stop. Yan Xiu's current appearance changed again. The white bone color slowly deepened when he punched and turned milky white.

This boxing technique was a two-dimensional technique he learned by chance in his previous life. He only practiced external skills, and to get the internal skills, he must be a boy. It was too late to obtain the technique.

However, external skills alone were enough to help him be powerful. When he first started boxing, a burst of energy gushed out from his soul fire, wandering around his bones, not only tempering his bone marrow but also making his control of his body more satisfactory.

He didn't want to stop, but his bones were a little weak and had to stop, climb ashore, and look at the skeletons all over the ground with a very entangled emotion. Yan Xiu was originally a person who enjoyed it, and now he has become a skeleton and his sense of smell has completely disappeared. He even doubted how he had been through the past ten days, and he could not bear the temptation of the ecstasy pleasure.

Yan Xiu looked at the skeleton and said to himself, "It shouldn't be true if I only eat one, right? Besides, there is a blood pool, just eat one!"

Yan Xiu had an advantage, so he decided to do so that he would not hesitate. "Crack" he skillfully slashed the skeleton on the ground, threw a quick soul fire into his head, and the soul fire leaped and wrapped it up and refined it. The pleasure came as promised. However, although he could not bear the temptation of pleasure, he was also very afraid of death. He jumped into the blood pool with a "puff" and fisted.

Ten days have passed again. During these ten days, Yan Xiu devoured two pieces of soul fire every day and punched for four hours. The pleasure of floating in the air and growing powerful force made him addicted.

"Boom" a stone the size of a head turned into pieces under Yan Xiu's punch. "It's incredible! In just ten days, I restored my strength to 20% of the strength of my previous life. I think I had practiced for two years before reaching such a state." Yan Xiu looked at the gravel mouth and sighed with emotion. "What is it going to do? The corpse transformed?" Yan Xiu stretched out his hand bones with gray spots and habitually scratched his head, which was also covered with gray spots.

Although he was puzzled and cautious, Yan Xiu did not approach him to check, but just held a stone on the side to guard. As time passed, the bone color of the skeleton slowly deepened. The soul fire gradually grew larger. After an hour, the whirlwind slowly dissipated, and the bone color of the skeleton completely settled and turned white.
Chapter completed!