Chapter 793 Questions and Answers

But the mottled and complicated memory fragments, at this moment, were frozen in a picture.

It was a dark cave, his skinny body lying on the ground, closed his lifeless eyes, and froze his life. His body slowly swelled, deteriorated, and decayed, and finally became a skeleton.

A pale and gloomy skeleton.

"I am Tulas, but I seem to be... dead?" When Tulas realized this information, he suddenly opened his eyes.

After he opened his eyes, more information came in all at once.

The unwillingness, resentment and obsession with leaving after death made him crazy. Then he wandered on the dead island, year after year. During this period, many people entered the island, and many people were killed by him.

Every time he killed a living person, he returned to his burial place to sleep, waiting for the next living person to enter. It seemed that he had become a scavenger of this island, removing all the existence that was dazzling to him.

Until many years later, he saw a living person again. That living person was so powerful that he seemed to be destroyed by that living person in the end.

"Hey, that's not right. If I was destroyed, why am I still here?" Tulas pondered this question, and didn't even notice the changes in the surrounding environment.

"But, I was clearly killed by that strange gun?" Tulas still couldn't tell whether he was a dead spirit or a soul.

When he was doubting himself, a voice suddenly came into Tulas's ears.

"Awake?"

This was a clear and light voice, with a long and elegant ending, which sounded very pleasant.

Hey, pleasant?

Tulas was suddenly stunned. What a beautiful word. Why did he suddenly use this word to describe this voice?

Since he was trapped in that dark and silent desperate situation, all the emotions he could perceive were negative. Darkness, fear, helplessness, madness, killing and death, these melodies have been lingering in his memory fragments.

Let him sink and degenerate in the darkness.

He had never thought that one day he would suddenly feel happy because of pleasant music? This is a very small and subtle joy, which ordinary people may not notice, but Tulas, who has not felt positive emotions for thousands of years, has sensitively captured the changes in his heart.

This kind of beautiful happiness, how long has it been since he felt it?

At this moment, Tulas found that he seemed to feel the light.

I miss it so much. Just like reuniting with a friend who has not seen him for a long time, Tulas felt a surge of joy in his heart and couldn't help laughing.

"What are you happy about?" The one who spoke was naturally Angel, who could sense all of Tulas's subtle movements with his mental power, so he knew that Tulas's smile now was naturally filled with joy.

Is it because of the new life, so happy?

"Your voice is very pleasant, which makes me very happy." Tulas smiled and narrowed his eyes, not caring at all where the voice came from or who was talking. What he cared about was that the dry consciousness that had not been drenched for a long time was slowly rejuvenating.

"Thank you for your compliment." Angel said softly, his eyes still fixed on Tulas.

Tulas looked even more like a baby when he smiled.

He was as handsome as a girl next door. If he had long hair in his helmet and changed into a woman's dress, Angel estimated that Tulas should be able to attract many young people who were eager to make a move.

"Although I can't sense your joy, if your happy mood passes, do you mind sharing your story with me?" Angel asked again.

Tulas smiled even happier and said vaguely: "Your voice conforms to my voice aesthetics. So, I can agree to your request."

After getting Tulas's approval, Angel did not force him to confess immediately, but waited politely for a while.

Until Tulas's smile slowly faded, Angel asked: "Are you Tulas?"

"I am."

Angel: "From the time you woke up until now, haven't you been curious about who I am?"

Tulas: "I know who you are. Are you the wizard who killed me?"

"Kill you, do you think so? Do you think you are dead?" Angel continued to ask, wanting to see if there was any deviation in Tulas's memory nature and thinking ability.

Tulas thought for a moment: "I don't know, but I think you killed me, killed the me that is not like me."

"You who are not like you?" Angel said with a smile: "You mean, you who are full of resentment? But, I remember your nickname is the King of Violence."

"Yes, you killed the self that I hate, the self that I can't control. Speaking of which, I should thank you for making him disappear from my mind. As for the King of Violence, it was just a rhetoric deliberately spread by a treacherous noble who was robbed by me. I don't know why it has been used..."

"But I like the name of the King of Violence very much. It fits my naming aesthetics."

From Tulas's conversation, Angel basically confirmed one thing. Tulas's memory and thinking should have been restored. Not only did he remember the things before his death, but he also remembered the things when he was a dead soul.

It seems that the effect of the prelude to reincarnation is really as Sanders originally speculated. The six white light bullets can only be used on one dead soul, and the final effect is to make the dead soul return to the soul state.

Angel immediately took out his notebook and quickly recorded the results of the experimental subject.

While recording, Angel also did not forget to tell Turaskop something: "After ordinary people die, there is a certain chance that a soul will be born. If the soul is not interfered by external forces, and there is great resentment or obsession before death, there is a chance that the soul will be born. Degenerated into undead, the bodies of the undead are almost entirely filled with negative energy..."

After Angel's popular science, Turas said blankly: "So I was in the state of the undead before, and now I am in the state of the soul again?"

"That's right, those six bullets that return you to your soul are probably the only ones in the wizarding world, and they are extremely precious. Therefore, you are lucky to be able to return to the real world."

After listening to this, Tulas suddenly realized. No wonder he felt happy before because he was no longer undead!

"Although you are now in the soul state, if you continue to be exposed to negative emotions and power for a long time, there is still the possibility of degeneration. Therefore, I suggest that you stop persisting in your obsession. If you degenerate into the undead again, my bullets will be in vain. "Yes." Angel paused: "Of course, I just suggest that it's up to you to do whatever you want."

Even if he falls again, he can still add new data to the experiment. Therefore, Angel doesn't mind whether Turas will fall again, but before falling, he must at least make it clear about the island.

"My whole body and mind are relaxed now. I don't want to go back to the time when I was crazy..." Tulas said fearfully. After suppressing it for thousands of years, he understood the value of tranquility at this moment.

"By the way, Master Wizard, are we still on that dead island?" Tulas said suddenly.

Angel noticed a flash of anxiety in Tulas's eyes when he said this. He shook his head: "No, I brought you out."

When he heard that he had left the cage, Tulas's expression froze, and a string in his heart snapped. A clear sky seemed to appear above his head, and a heavy stone weighing on his heart suddenly broke.

Really left? Really left!

Whether it was his obsession when he was an undead, or his wish when he was a soul, it was to leave the cage that shackled him! Now that he really left, although Tulas didn't show it on the surface, he was extremely excited inside.

After a long time, Turas calmed down.

Now that he has left that prison, where will he go next? Tulas knew that all this might have to be decided by the wizard.

He looked at his surroundings, trying to determine where he was and talking to the wizard outside.

Here is a small room with empty walls and nothing except a colorful window that looks like a church.

Turas tentatively walked to the window. When he looked out through the colored window paper, he took a few steps back in the next second.

He couldn't see anything else outside, only the blazing flames.

"Could it be that I have come to the abyss of flames now?" Tulas exclaimed.

Angel glanced at the miniature church in his hand, then at the burning stove beside him, and twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.

With a wave of his hand, just like Froude, he also arranged a fantasy world in Turas's room, with a bed, a seat, and books. He even put "The Sound of Tide in the Night" on a conspicuous desk in a playful way. superior.

Tulas looked at the sudden change in the room around him with a look of surprise on his face. He walked around the room and finally chose to sit cross-legged on the bed: "It's been a long time since I slept on such a soft bed. It fits my furniture aesthetics so well. It's just that I don't like to have the bed facing the mirror."

Angel: "..."

Sounds have aesthetics, naming has aesthetics, and even furniture has aesthetics? Angel suddenly felt that the painting style of Tulas in front of him seemed to be getting more and more eccentric. Sure enough, the painting style of Tulas in front of him was not trustworthy. The majestic image in "The Sound of Tide in the Devil's Night" may as well pass away with the wind.

"This room will be yours from now on. You can decorate it however you want." Angel said.

Turas nodded and then said seriously: "Master Wizard, you spent precious bullets to turn me back into a soul and took me out of that dead island. Can you tell me why?"

"There are two reasons. First, I hope you can answer some questions for me; second, you are now my experimental sample, so of course you have to take it with you." When Angel said the experimental sample, he specifically observed Turas His expression was not strange at all, which surprised him.

"Aren't you scared?" Angel asked, raising his eyebrows.

"The wizard has worked so hard to bring me back from the undead to the soul. You probably won't go to great lengths to get me back, right? Besides, I'm already dead, so it doesn't matter whether I'm scared or not." Turaspan Sitting on the bed, he spread his hands and shrugged.

"It seems you have resigned yourself to your fate."

"I can't accept my fate. I can't defeat the wizard." Tulas said helplessly.

"Not necessarily. You should have memories of being undead, right? Back then, you killed a wizard apprentice from Baibei Shipping Company."

Turas recalled for a moment, but there was no memory. Because his memory as an undead was very confusing and he killed too many people. As long as the outside world entered the ship, he would kill them. He didn't care who was who.

"Is there? I can't remember. But even if there is, I found that I can teleport when I am undead. I may have killed a bad wizard apprentice at that time... Now I have become a soul and cannot teleport. , so how can we defeat the wizard?"

Angel wondered, "You can't move in space now? Isn't space shifting your innate magical power?"