This isn't a souls-like game at all.

Amidst everyone's horrified gaze, Norsley, who was staring at the bead and feeling something, suddenly screamed, and then her head suddenly exploded, and the black mist almost sprayed everyone's face.

"What the hell!?"

Ye Yiyi reacted extremely quickly, grabbing Baimao with one hand and Angel with the other, and suddenly leaped back several meters to avoid the invasion of the black fog.

"Head!! Her head!! Her head exploded!!"

Angel screamed, and then saw Norsley's headless body fall down in the black fog.

"What's going on?" The white-haired boy was also shocked. "She hasn't even touched the resurrection pearl yet, how could she die?"

"Dead? Not yet?"

Ye Yiyi raised his eyebrows and watched the black mist in front of him quickly gather together and condense into a head again.

The intact female psychic got up from the ground expressionlessly and turned to look at the three people.

"What happened just now?" Ye Yiyi asked loudly.

"I glimpsed something I shouldn't have seen, and it seemed to trigger some kind of counterattack mechanism. Then a force I didn't understand came over and killed me on the spot."

Norsley had a thoughtful look on her face, analyzing calmly and answering calmly, as if it wasn't her who had her head exploded just now.

"Some kind of power?" Ye Yiyi asked curiously. He didn't notice anything just now.

"Yes, a power that I don't understand and can't describe."

"What you said is a bit mysterious..."

Ye Yiyi scratched his chin and thought about it over and over again, but he couldn't think of what kind of power could directly blow Norsley's head off.

Fortunately, she is a member of the Deep Dead and will not die, otherwise everyone would have to say goodbye.

It just so happens that I don’t have to pay the final payment.

"What the hell is going on? She's not dead?"

Angel looked down at the mouse in his arms, somewhat confused.

The head exploded, but it can still recover?

Could this be the so-called resurrection disease?

"She might be undead..."

Su Ke crawled to his ear and whispered,

"I've heard before that in the deep depressions north of the Vast Swamp, there lives a group of strange undead people. Even after death, they can transform into mist and be resurrected.

"It's said that the Campbell Kingdom wanted to include the Deep Depression in its borders. Several knight orders were said to have gone there, but in the end, nothing happened. No news at all.

"But the Deep Depression remains intact. Even now, it's still a borderless area at the junction of the two countries... Do you understand now?"

"It's okay to be undead..."

Ye Yiyi, who heard the conversation between the man and the mouse, couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

The difference of just one word makes a world of difference.

But he didn't want to correct it. Instead, he carried the white-haired boy and Norsley to the side.

He held up the bead that had blown Norsley's head off and gave a brief and clear definition.

"Resurrection sickness is a disease caused by divine pollution, and he is the one infected by divine pollution."

He glanced at the thoughtful Norsley, then turned to look at the confused boy and asked calmly.

"What's your name? How long have you lived here? How did you contract the Resurrection Disease? How long have you been suffering from it? What does the Resurrection Pearl mean to you? How many gathering places are there for the Abyssal Dead here?"

"No...wait, why should I answer you? You're alive, right? This is the territory of us dead! If I have any questions, I should ask you first!"

Faced with Ye Yiyi's questioning that was like checking a household registration, the white-haired boy was obviously not very convinced. He spoke in a somewhat aggressive tone, his eyes fixed on the beads in Ye Yiyi's hand, and he looked like he was ready to make a move.

"Sa!"

Ye Yiyi pulled out the Gray Scale Contract from behind him expressionlessly. The sword hung diagonally to the side, with a blazing gray flame burning on it.

The white-haired boy was shocked and couldn't help but take two steps back.

"I don't want to use a forced questioning method, but unfortunately I'm in a hurry now."

He whispered, shaking the beads in his other hand up and down.

"My enemy was rescued by you. I'm not sure if you're in cahoots with him, so I need to confirm this first to decide how I'll handle things..."

"What...what do you mean?"

"If they are enemies, destroy them all. If they are not enemies, kill only the enemies."

Norsley on the side suddenly took up the conversation and said calmly:

"It's a simple principle, isn't it? I shouldn't need to explain it to you in detail, so tell me as soon as possible, while my employer still has enough patience."

"Uh……"

Looking at the hesitant boy, Norsley's eyes trembled slightly, and suddenly she stretched out her hand like lightning and held the boy's hand tightly.

"What are you doing? Let me go!!"

The boy was shocked and struggled violently, shaking his arms.

"it is good."

Norsley nodded and let go.

The boy grabbed his left hand in pain. There was a deep scratch on the back of his pale hand, and a liquid as sticky as oil flowed out of it.

"really……"

Norsley looked at the scene and nodded slightly, then turned to Ye Yiyi and spoke.

"Just like I thought, he has feelings and can get hurt. He is no longer a pure dead being. In this state, perhaps he can be truly killed."

Hearing this, the white-haired boy's originally somewhat angry expression suddenly wilted.

Norsley's words touched his soft spot.

The dead are naturally not afraid of death because they are dead anyway.

But living people... even if they are just half-dead zombies, they are afraid of death because of their instinctive desire to survive.

"It's pretty much what I thought at first."

Ye Yiyi also nodded, thinking that the Floating Life Pearl was indeed a tool specifically used to eliminate the deep dead.

"Can you say it now?"

He extinguished the flame as the young man nodded dejectedly, put the sword back on his back, and turned to look in the direction of the Dragon-Armored White Feather Knight.

"Then let's talk on the way. We've already wasted quite a bit of time."

On the way to find the knight on the pliers, the white-haired boy narrated his experiences one by one.

"In other words, you were originally captured by the Curse Master as a test subject. Later, the experiment failed, and you were forced to transform into the Abyssal Dead, and then thrown down from above?"

As the foul-smelling wind blew towards him, Ye Yiyi couldn't help but look thoughtful.

"That's right." The white-haired boy sighed.

"I was originally a villager on the border of the Campbell Kingdom. Later, my village was massacred by a mercenary group, and all the villagers were captured and enslaved... After being transferred to many demihuman tribes, I was finally sent here."

"A mercenary group?" Norsley was puzzled. "Which mercenary group would dare to do such a thing? The Campbell Knights wouldn't care?"

"There's probably no way to control it." Ye Yiyi pondered, "This mercenary group is probably a Curse Controller in disguise. No matter how many knights come, they won't be a match for them."

"Curse Controllers." Norsley murmured the name softly, "Master told me about them before..."

Ye Yiyi raised his eyebrows and thought to himself, as expected.

Norsley's master was indeed an unsung hero.

After all, the title of Curse Master is known only to unsung heroes.

But now is not the time to bring this up, Ye Yiyi looked at the young man and continued to ask questions.

"Then why did they transform you into the dead and throw you down?"

Hearing this, a trace of fear appeared on the young man's face, and his body trembled slightly.

"Being a test subject for a big shot..." he said in a trembling voice.

"Big man?"

Ye Yiyi unconsciously exchanged a glance with Norsley.

"What kind of big shot? Do you remember what it was dressed like? What did it look like?"

"He...he's not a human, but a metal monster covered in human organs in transparent jars."

"That's it!" Angel, who had been listening quietly on the side, suddenly widened his eyes when he heard this description.

"Yes, it's that abstract monster." Ye Yiyi nodded at the winged man and continued to ask.

"What kind of experiment do you mean?"

"The experiment on the resurrection disease..." The boy revealed a hint of bitterness. "That's when I contracted the resurrection disease and became a dead person."

"Is it an experiment about divine pollution?" Ye Yiyi thought of the Blood God Flying Dragon.

"Then what happened next? Why did you run out? Wandering around here alone?"

"That's because one day, the monster suddenly disappeared..."

The boy shook his head. "I don't know the exact reason, but one day it suddenly disappeared, leaving us here..."

“Some people who contracted the resurrection disease escaped from the experimental site and tried their best to survive here. So we each found a safe place and established a gathering place for living.

"And those brainwashed dead were left at the testing grounds. They said that the great man would return one day and take them to a new world... Haha, they're dead, but they still haven't forgotten their dreams... That's crazy..."

"In other words, you are one of the sick people who escaped." Ye Yiyi nodded and shook the floating life bead in his hand at him.

"Then why do you want this?"

"Because Resurrection Sickness is a disease..."

The young man sat weakly on the crab shell, his face miserable as he said:

"Without the Resurrection Pearl, we will become mindless, undead zombies...

"I don't want to die again! I've already experienced what it's like to die, and I really don't want to go through it again... Many of my companions have turned into monsters, half dead and half alive. I don't want that. I want to live, to live as a living person..."

"Live on..." Norsley looked at the sobbing boy, her eyes moving slightly.

"This is really, eh..."

Ye Yiyi sighed with mixed emotions and looked up into the distance.

He sympathized with the boy's situation, but he had no good way to fulfill his wish.

Resurrection Sickness is an abnormal condition caused by divine contamination. It may be possible to dispel or cure it, but cure means that he will turn back into the deep dead.

In other words, curing the disease would end up killing him again.

For a young boy who had already died once, it was both absurd and ridiculous.

However, it is not realistic to let him remain in this sick state and live as a "living person".

The Floating Life Pearl is extremely difficult to produce. He only produced two after killing so many skeletons. It is a fantasy to rely on this to maintain this false "aliveness".

Even if he could do it, sooner or later he would turn into some other monster due to the accumulation of divine pollution.

That’s why it’s called resurrection sickness.

Resurrection is not a miracle, but an incurable disease.

"It's almost here..."

He watched the knight's silhouette getting closer and closer, and couldn't help but warn him.

The white-haired boy wiped the dark corners of his eyes and raised his head. Suddenly, his eyes widened and his body began to tremble.

"This... this is the way to the testing ground!"

"Oh, what a coincidence..."

Ye Yiyi raised his eyebrows and smiled, then drew his sword from behind.

"Fighting a group of the abyssal dead? I'm looking forward to it..."