Chapter 497 A Not-so-Sad Story

Following the dense atmosphere, the customs and customs that are different from those of the Eastern Empire emerge before our eyes.

Dwarf island country?

At least Lin An understood something.

This game world combines parts of the spiritual world and the physical real world, and that part of the physical real world should be the dwarf island country.

In connection with Lin An’s original design of the ghost ship’s internal sewer space as the game’s server, and his arrangement for the ghost ship to dock in the non-channel waters between the Eastern Empire and the Dwarf Island Country…

Lin An had even roughly guessed what happened before.

"Liu Yuanmou..."

Ha~

Doesn't he understand? He is dead. He transformed him into a ghost. In addition to not wanting him to stay in his mind space, and not letting him out to resurrect to cause trouble to him, he just wanted to completely transform him into a state that would not affect him.

This is already a step back.

Otherwise, is the furnace just a decoration?

Does Lin An really have no way to smelt this thing?

It’s not just that I’m thinking of the little kindness I received from my mentor in the past.

Lin An's eyes flashed with cold light, and he didn't express anything. He just followed the advancement of the mist of energy with a calm expression and came completely to the little girl's side.

They were in a dark closet. The little girl hugged the puppet bear tightly. She seemed to be afraid of the dark and trembling, but she resisted from pushing open the closet and walking out.

She was looking out of the door with one eye wide open.

Lin An lowered his head and glanced at the little girl, then he also leaned on the door and looked out of the gap.

This is the interior of a very ordinary house built by a family on a dwarf island country.

Wooden pillars and window frames, beige but somewhat old and yellowed walls, some sagging and warped straw mat floors, and a small coffee table with a few side dishes and a bottle of wine.

This environment is nice and quiet, suitable for a person to think alone and savor solitude.

But now it seems very noisy.

It’s not a very special scene, the little girl’s parents are quarreling.

The father, who had gray hair on his temples, looked sad and depressed. Faced with his wife's scolding and insults, he just kept mumbling, "You don't understand me at all. You don't understand how difficult it is for me."

Then he sat cross-legged on the floor and drank wine, ignoring his wife and letting her say whatever she said.

The wife was wearing an apron, which was wet, and her hands were rough. She was cursing and sobbing. Life seemed to have brought her only indescribable suffering.

The cause of the quarrel is no longer important, and the content of the quarrel has also become less important.

Because no matter what kind of contradiction started, what finally came out from the wife's mouth were all the sad things from the day we met until now.

The husband was even keenly aware that his wife described something in the past more sharply than the last time and the last time, when the bit of discomfort she told about gradually turned into a description of pain.

But he didn't point it out because he knew he had no ability to change anything.

It's not that he is incompetent, he is just an ordinary person, and he has already tried his best to do what he can do.

And what's left is endless helplessness and breathless depression.

Finally, the wife kicked over the coffee table, and the wine and side dishes fell on her husband. She won, her husband finally stopped being cold-blooded to her, and they really started to quarrel.

in the closet.

The little girl turned her head to look at Lin An and asked timidly, "If they found out that I was missing, wouldn't they stop quarreling?"

Lin An tilted his head and thought for a while, then spread his hands, "It depends on when they find out you are missing."

The little girl firmly grasped the puppet bear in her hand, pursed her lips and said nothing.

Unfortunately.

The parents did not realize the little girl was missing.

Their conflict ended with the wife grabbing her husband frantically, the husband pushing him away, and the wife hitting the wall.

The wife angrily accused her husband of being violent towards her.

The husband endured the stinging pain on his shoulder and remained silent.

Then……

The wife went back to the room and cried, and finally fell asleep alone. The husband packed up the debris in the room and lay in the corner of the Japanese room, silently looking at the hazy sky outside the window.

The next day, the wife went to the breakfast shop next door early to help, and the husband packed himself up and went to work without saying a word.

No one noticed that the little girl was missing overnight.

The little girl woke up from the closet in a daze, and looked around the room for signs of her parents. In the end, she only saw prepared milk and sandwiches on the kitchen table.

Growing up in an unfortunate but not so unfortunate family, the girl became sensible early on. She just finished breakfast quietly by herself, pushed the chair, climbed up and lay down in the sink to wash the cups and plates.

Adults don't need to worry about her because she is really sensible.

There is no hope in her life, but it is not that desperate either.

Her parents were at odds, quarreling every day, and finally got divorced one day. She was given to her father who owned a house, and she lost her father from then on.

There was just an alcoholic who needed her care.

Her father actually loved her very much, but he was very busy at work. After get off work, he often drank alone in silence due to emotional pain and work depression.

Sometimes the little girl went an entire week without speaking to her father.

And the mother who left her seemed to have never thought of coming to find her.

Later, my father married a new woman.

The woman didn't like her, but she didn't abuse her.

only……

She felt more and more that she was so redundant, no, it shouldn't be redundant, but lonely, so lonely that even if the family ate together, it was as if she was a transparent person.

But luckily, she found that her father had a smile again on his face.

When she was in her twenties, she finally plucked up the courage to go find her mother. Her mother sadly said that she had missed her so much over the years and often cried in the middle of the night.

See, she actually misses me.

That's pretty good, isn't it?

Such a family could not bring her any happiness, but it would not make her resentful either.

Just like her life.

His talent is not that good, but he is not a stupid kid either.

I worked hard, got into a good university, found a not-so-good job, and lived in a not-so-good house.

Like a ghost that has no sense of existence in this world.

As she grew up, she became thinner and thinner. Loneliness kept gnawing at her heart, but she was not so desperate.

She would not end this boring life by herself, but she also had no idea why she was alive.

Live, and just live.

In her twenties, she still hugged the stuffed bear that had been mended many times, huddled in the dark closet, enduring the fear of darkness and the emptiness of nothing outside the crack of the door.

…

Strong emotions sometimes don't really need to be so extreme or crazy.

The empty heart that has been eaten away by loneliness until only the body is left makes everything so sad.

But I don’t know where the sadness comes from.

Lin An stood by the closet and sighed. At least from the perspective of witchcraft, he understood why the 'Internal Explosion Technique' of 'The Honest Man Is About to Explode' had no effect on this lich.

It’s not that it became an invincible being.

But its heart is already empty and cannot store anything.

"Dong dong dong~"

Lin An knocked on the cabinet and said softly to the woman in the closet, "Maybe you can come out and take a look?"

The woman put her eyes on the crack of the cupboard door in fear and looked out.

Beautiful fireworks bloomed in the sky outside the window of the room.

Gorgeous, beautiful.

But this didn't seem to have anything to do with her. She knew that the fireworks were not blooming for her.

But at this moment, the cabinet door in front of him was suddenly pulled open with force.

Then the fireworks completely filled her eyes.

In front of the cabinet, Lin An laughed loudly, "So you are here!"

The woman was frightened and fell back for a while, walking backwards on her hands and knees, but hit the wall of the cabinet. She looked at Lin An with some fear and some surprise, "You..."

"You found me!"

"Yes!"

Lin An suddenly grabbed the collar of her loose pajamas, pulled her forward forcefully, and stared straight into her eyes, "You are obviously expecting something, aren't you?"

A heart that is not so dry is actually already looking forward to something, isn't it?

"But……"

The woman said timidly, her expression exactly the same as when she was a child, "But I'm afraid!"

"No!"

The corners of Lin An's lips raised slightly, "You don't need to be afraid, because you are a ghost, and this world will never be able to hurt you at all!"

boom!

The dense air surges.

Weird and inexplicable witchcraft power burst out from Lin An's hand and instantly penetrated the enlarged version of the small hand he was holding.

The little hand was timid, resisting, and expecting.

It started to struggle, but not so hard.

So when it met an unprecedentedly firm hand, it was held tightly by the other party, so powerful and so warm.

The little hands really became little hands.

Lin An took this hand and pulled it forward suddenly. The arm was no longer empty.

He completely pulled this woman out of her aura, just like he pulled her out of the closet, roughly and without room for comment.

The woman looked at him timidly, a little panicked, "Ghost?"

"Yes!"

When timidity foresees determination, when emptiness meets the surging heart like the sun, then everything changes like the ice and snow melting.

Lin An's expression was very strange.

He felt like he was fighting a lich, fighting in a weird way.

He felt like he was pulling a girl back from the darkness, but he felt that what he was holding on to was his past, pulling on the self who had been the same before, and pulling out forcefully, domineeringly, firmly, and forcefully!

His will was so firm that it spread along the held hand and poured into the girl's body, constantly stimulating the other person's mind. Finally, the orange-red light slowly lit up.

The light was like this girl, this lich, burning in magma-like flames.

That light was like being reborn from the ashes.

Well, essentially, he understood the girl's mind, figured out the rhythm of her spirituality, and then used spiritual stimulation to stimulate her emotions in reverse, stimulating her spirituality and guiding her body to run the furnace.

Lin An is very familiar with the furnace, even if he doesn't have one now.

Rebuilding the furnace should not be too simple. He just wanted to give himself a possibility, a possibility born from simply becoming a wizard.

But the girl in front of her, this lich, has reached the end. She is unable to move to the other side of life. She...

Need to be disciplined!

The power of the furnace began to operate in the girl's body, and the unique power circulated along the clasped hands of the two. Soon, a strong will was poured into the girl's spirit.

Buzz buzz~~

The furnace was operating at its maximum, and a pair of spikes grew out of the girl's head, climbing up to the sky, branching out, and finally turning into a pair of huge antlers.

Boom~~~

The girl's whole body was really on fire. Under the guidance of Deer Antlers' will, the furnace was refining her spirituality.

In the end, she turned into a ghost as pale and translucent as pearls, unable to touch the world, but able to walk in it easily.

She watched in shock as she floated out of her body.

I quickly circled in the woods, passed through the trunks of the trees, and saw a family of bewildered little squirrels sinking into the thick and warm ground, feeling the waves of the underground spring water.

The dense air completely dissipated.

Lin An let go of his hand.

In front of him, the hand was floating, struggling as if to grab something.

But he no longer hesitated and moved towards Lin An.

But its arm was grabbed by Lin An again, and it could only point its teeth and claws helplessly at the sky.

"I'm looking for the lich to collect some casting materials to deal with the witch Angel..."

Lin An looked at the pale arm with a strange expression, "How do you use this thing?"