Son of the Olden Days

It was another new day, and Saul opened his eyes and saw the cold and darkness in the room.

Sometimes life is really amazing to think about, one day passes when you open your eyes and close your eyes, and then the whole life passes when you open your eyes and close your eyes.

Hard rock can't last long, let alone you and me.

Sol's tendency to grab money is weak, but he turned this greed to the improvement of his own strength.

Think about the zombie group that I met yesterday, the walking demons, it's a pity. If you can eliminate them one by one, you may be second-order when you wake up today, of course, you may have fallen on the way to advancement.

After getting up, washing, eating something casually, and feeding a few leaves to the cranium rat, Thor pushed open the door of the hut.

The breath of the wilderness came over, and it seemed that there had been a rain last night, causing the fresh air to drop a few temperatures suddenly.

Lifting the **** leaning on the side of the house, Thor moved his arms into the cemetery.

Knock a passing skeleton apart, skillfully sweep the skeleton together with a **** blade, send it back to the next tomb, and then continue walking, looking for the next restless guy.

This is part of the overall work of the tombkeeper, numb and repetitive.

I don't know if I am not willing to sleep like them after I die, crawling out of a lonely place and walking around in the form of a skeleton.

After knocking out the second skeleton in the cemetery, Thor's movements suddenly stopped. The **** in his hand seemed to become as heavy as a giant sword in an instant, and his grief suddenly tightened his heart.

If one day, Cowell climbed out of the cemetery....

Forget it, I shouldn't recognize her anymore by then, and finally Sol found a reason to relieve himself. Fortunately, the guardian of the tomb is himself, not Shuggs, otherwise I don't know if that guy will cry and faint.

At the moment when the third skeleton was knocked apart, Saul suddenly turned around with a horrified expression, but it was a pity that it was still too late.

In fact, Saul actually saw him just now. When searching for the skeletons with dark vision, he stood there without making any noise, like a tree in the dark.

Saul also subconsciously thought it was a tree at first glance, and then turned his attention to the skeleton walking nearby. However, in order to keep the tombstones neat and open, there are actually no trees in the cemetery.

When Sol turned around with a flash of thought, it was still too late after all.

I have to say that man is a habitual animal after all, and it has been a while since he has been a grave guard. This is the first time that Sol has been attacked in his vegetable garden.

This cemetery is his vegetable garden. He knows how many steps he can walk to the fence on the edge of the cemetery, and he also knows who he buried in the town with his own hands.

He cleans this cemetery, walks here, enjoys the coolness here, and shed tears watching his beloved woman here. Even in the corner of the cemetery, he cultivated a field and planted wild vegetables for the season.

It wasn't until this moment that Saul remembered again, no matter how he walked around, this place is still a part of the wilderness.

A zombie slammed Thor directly to the ground with a collision, and the **** rolled to the side.

The moment he saw the enemy clearly, Thor knew it was going to be bad. A powerful zombie was pressing on him, and Thor knew that he was far from an opponent without the help of a sharp blade and pure strength, but it was useless to know.

The zombie's hideous rotten face suddenly bowed down, and the goal was obviously to bite his neck.

Sol gritted his teeth, exhausted his strength, pinched the zombie's neck with one hand, and slammed his fist with the other, trying to push him away or knock him over, but it was useless.

Facts have proved that if some things have a result from the beginning, if there are no variables involved, then the result will eventually come, no matter how good or bad it is.

Sol used both hands together, doing his best to make the zombie's head deviate from his neck, but he could only watch his fangs approaching him inch by inch in despair.

"Crack~"

Sol felt as if his right shoulder was pinched by a trap, and then he was pulled off rather than being bitten off. Sol's entire right hand was torn off by the zombies and thrown aside.

"...Haha!" An inexplicable chuckle appeared from the corner of Sol's mouth.

pain? He can't feel any pain.

He used his left hand to dig into the zombie's eye socket, then hit his head, bit his teeth, and turned back, picked up the hoe, and smashed it. He didn't know how he killed the opponent, and he didn't even know whether he killed the opponent in the end.

In fact, from the moment the right hand is broken, it doesn’t matter to Sol what the result is.

Living in this world, he has always been clear that some mistakes cannot be made, and if they are made, there will be no chance to correct them.

Looking at the broken arm, Sol suddenly felt an extremely absurd sense of unreality in his heart. Finally, he shook his **** and...fainted.

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It was another new day, and Saul opened his eyes and saw the cold and darkness in the room.

In the next instant, his whole body suddenly stood up from the bed, his eyes quickly turned to one side, and he looked at his right hand.

He clenched a fist, and a familiar sense of power surging from his right hand.

The long silence passed.

This is really... a **** and terrible dream!

After washing, eating something casually, and feeding a few leaves to the cranium rat, Thor pushed open the door of the hut.

Lifting the **** leaning on the side of the house, Thor moved his arms and walked into the cemetery.

After knocking apart the skeletons encountered on the road one by one, sweeping their bones into a pile, and burying them again, Thor skillfully started a new day.

However, when Sol walked to the center of the cemetery, his whole body trembled in horror, as if he had seen the greatest horror in the world in an instant.

In a corner of the cemetery, a flaming crimson demon soul appeared at some point, and it seemed that even the wind could not change its swaying. As for the original owner who left the demon soul, he has disappeared, no matter if he is a zombie or something else.

Almost all monsters in the wilderness that have a demon soul will gradually disappear after death, and even the demon soul will eventually disappear with the wind after a long period of unattended.

Based on the disappearance of monster corpses, adventurers agreed that all the vitality and vitality of monsters are condensed in the demon soul, so they will eventually disappear without a trace.

Whether this statement is correct is unknown, but at least it has won the approval of a group of adventurers.

At this moment, Thor was staring at the demon soul in the corner, and then slowly turned his eyes back to his right hand, and the whole person stood there and fell into a huge chaos.

How is this going? Back in time? The dream becomes real? Or is it not a dream at all? But if everything is true, why does his right hand grow well on him?

Sol stood there and fell into contemplation, trying to return to reason and make correct judgments.

Perhaps, it was not a dream, and he did encounter a zombie raid in the cemetery. Then when he was exhausted and fell into a coma, a passing adventurer happened to save himself and returned himself to the bed in the house...

But this is impossible. Sol just picked up a detail and tore through the conjecture.

Because the **** he used often was leaning on the side of the house, it was impossible for the adventurer to put the **** back easily after saving himself, and was the right hand that he broke was the same as the adventurer who helped him take it back?

Well, another way is to kill the zombies by himself, then put the **** back into place when he was unconscious, then he went back to the hut and slept himself on the bed...

But this is still the problem, even if everything is done by the sleepwalker, how did the broken right hand grow out.

Okay, now let’s talk about turning back in time. If everything goes backwards and the hand grows back on you, why does the zombie turn into a demon soul and the result does not go back?

On the other hand, since his right hand is still there, the biggest possibility is that the scene of fighting with the zombies may not have actually happened. But a new question has arisen, so where did the demon soul appearing in the cemetery at this moment come from?

This demon soul appeared exactly and in time? It happens to overlap with your own dream? Saul didn't believe it.

Unless I happened to have a dream of a zombie, and a zombie or other monster came in the cemetery outside the house. When I was asleep, that monster played around and finally killed myself and changed silently. Put it there as a magic soul.

Then he woke up and opened the door... Finally Saul smiled helplessly, because he couldn't make it up himself.

So what the **** is going on?

Obviously it was something that didn't seem too complicated, but it completely plunged Saul into the mist.

He even remembered the recent rumors in the town that Saul Drake, the tombkeeper, had been frightened by the unknown and became abnormal because of his long dealings with the dead.

There is no such thing as absolute rationality, because your rationality or your judgments are all based on the reality in front of you, and as reality extends and changes, your judgments are gradually changing.

But if the reality in front of you is confused and unclear, where should your judgment go?

Of course, you can still stick to your original, self-righteous judgment, but that can no longer be called rationality, but stubbornness. Because you turned a blind eye to the reality in front of you, you chose to deviate, just clinging to the reality in your mind.

Saul still got nothing until his head hurts, and in the end he had no choice but not to think about it, this was not escape, but powerlessness.

He walked around the Demon Soul and observed it carefully. There was no blood on the ground, no one of his own, no zombies, and no traces of fighting around.

Maybe it's because I'm not a tracer? Or, all traces are buried by someone who likes to prank?

Finally, Thor turned the **** upside down and looked at the **** blade carefully. Except for some nicks over the years, and some marks left after being beaten and excavated, he still didn't see anything. No blood stains, no rotten flesh of zombies.

Things are finally gone here, and can only be left behind.

For the whole day that followed, Thor had been in a state of restless wandering.

Reluctantly staying up into the night, Sol went to the tavern in the town, found Shuggs, and told him this weird and inexplicable story.

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