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

"Goodbye, Godslayer."

He said his final goodbye, then grabbed the dagger with both hands, raised it high, and stabbed it hard into his chest.

“Tear! Clang!!”

The dagger cut through the clothes, and the tip of the dagger brushed past Ye Yiyi's chest and fell heavily to the ground.

The deceased frowned slightly, looked down at the dagger in his hand, then raised it again and stabbed it hard in the chest.

"clang!!"

The sharp dagger once again brushed past his body and pierced into the ground.

"?"

The deceased stopped what he was doing for a moment and stared at Ye Yiyi's exposed chest without saying a word.

Why can’t it be pierced through?

He pondered for a moment, put the dagger to Ye Yiyi's neck, and then slashed it hard.

The handle of the dagger felt tough, like cutting thick cowhide with a knife.

The deceased was lying on the ground. X looked down and found that there was no wound on his neck.

However, he scraped off a layer of dust on his neck with a dagger.

"why?"

The deceased couldn't help but murmur to himself.

Is the dagger not sharp enough, or am I not using enough force?

But before he came again, he had already sharpened the dagger to a very sharp point, and he used all his strength in every stab.

But why can't we even cut his skin?

“Did I use the wrong method?”

The deceased put away his dagger, stood up, took out a large bow from his back, and pulled out a threaded steel arrow from the large quiver behind his waist.

He drew the bowstring and aimed the steel arrow at his forehead.

"Come to think of it, that previous arrow clearly hit... BANG!!"

The atmosphere was torn apart, the steel arrow flew out of the bow, and the strong wind blew up the golden hair on Ye Yiyi's forehead.

"Clang!!"

The steel arrow fell straight to the ground, like a carrot with no hole in it.

"???"

The deceased became more and more confused. Even though he had no emotions, he still felt powerless and depressed at this moment.

Why can’t I ejaculate inside?

In order to ensure a fatal blow, he aimed at the opponent's eyes and shot the arrow.

There is no bone support there, it is a hole that leads directly to the deep brain and is also the most vulnerable part of the face.

But even so, the steel arrow he shot failed to pierce the thin eyelid, but only caused the opponent's head to move slightly to the side.

"What exactly is a God Slayer?"

He picked up the steel arrow and looked at the arrow head with his unfocused eyes.

His lifeless eyes suddenly froze, as if he had seen something incomprehensible, causing his brain to enter a state of self-protection.

The deceased saw the tip of the steel arrow, which had been ground flat.

"Is it fun to have a private group of 60) Japanese (({2) temple scar removal?"

He heard a lazy, faint sound coming from beneath him, and the dead man shifted his eyes from staring at the smooth arrow and looked down dully.

Ye Yiyi opened her intact eyelids, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the vertical pupils underneath, which were emitting a faint golden light, glanced lazily.

The seemingly indifferent gaze that fell into the eyes of the dead man carried with it a terrifying hint of dragon's grace.

The dead have seen flying dragons. Even those who have been dead for many years and only their skeletons remain, their every move still carries the dignity and majesty of a dragon.

When facing beings that are much weaker than themselves, they maintain a humble attitude and show a hint of insignificance. This is the unique reserve of those majestic creatures.

He slowly crawled up and sat up, crossed his legs in front of him, and supported his chin with his hands, like a dragon that had just woken up.

"I'm actually very curious, why did you save that knight?" He asked softly, his vertical pupils looking at the dead man calmly.

"I..." The deceased hesitated.

Without fear, there would be no running away from danger.

Without anger, you won’t care about the inhumane treatment you suffered in your life.

Without sadness, you won't feel sad about your own death.

Without happiness, there will be no expectations for tomorrow's life.

To him, life is a stagnant pool that will never change.

Without emotions, I wouldn’t know how to react at this moment, and naturally I wouldn’t know how to answer.

"So, do you miss being alive?"

Ye Yiyi lowered his eyes and glanced at the slowly decreasing depression meter, then changed his hand to support his chin and changed the way he asked the question.

"I don't know..." the deceased replied softly, then asked softly, "What is nostalgia?"

"Nostalgia..." Ye Yiyi thought for a moment and said thoughtfully, "Maybe it's that you often think of it, and want to go back to that moment, and want to experience the past again... So, do you have it?"

"Experience?" The deceased thought about it expressionlessly.

"I thought about... the moment when I proposed to my wife." The deceased's eyes were wandering, as if he had returned to the past.

"She was the best weaver in the village, and I was the best hunter. One day, when I returned from hunting, I picked some flowers from the roadside and gave them to her... She smiled at me then. The freckles on her face were beautiful, and her cheeks were rosy... The wind was gentle, the sun was bright, and the flowers in her hands were fragrant and beautiful. So I asked...will you marry me?"

The deceased stared blankly ahead, his skinny body trembling violently, a faint black gas flowing out of his seven orifices, but he suddenly became unaware.

"So, did she marry you?" Ye Yiyi asked.

"Yes, she agreed... We stood in the church under the presidency of the monks and were married with the blessings of the fireflies and villagers."

"and after?"

"Later... later we moved in together and had a strong son and a lovely daughter."

The body of the deceased was shaking violently like a sieve, a large amount of black gas overflowed from his body, and the edges of his body began to become blurred, switching back and forth between black mist and flesh.

"So... do you miss them?" Ye Yiyi asked calmly.

"miss……"

The deceased was stunned.

"I...I don't know."

"Then let me ask this another way. Do you want to go back to them?"

"...My Lord promised me that after the stagnation comes, we will meet my family in a meadow full of blue flowers..."

"Did he say that?" Ye Yiyi glanced at the accumulated bar of decadence that had completely disappeared.

"Yes, that's what he said." The black mist surrounding the deceased gradually calmed down.

"So, are your family members also deceased?"

Ye Yiyi took out a hidden short stick from behind his back and held it in his hand, staring straight at the dead man who was staring blankly ahead.

"Because I heard that only the dead can live in the world after the advent of stagnation."

"Only... the dead?"

As the deceased repeated these words, his originally calm body suddenly began to tremble violently. His arm turned into black mist and dissipated, and the large metal bow fell heavily to the ground.

"Only... the dead?!"

He repeated this sentence, and scenes he had experienced in the past kept flashing through his lifeless eyes.

Hunting, courtship, marriage, childbearing, men hunting and women weaving, a son who was expected to become a monk, a daughter who was sent to the royal capital and gradually grew up to inherit her mother's craft.

And his wife died of complications during childbirth of her third child...

The son who was sent to the royal capital was raped and killed by the Bishop of the Fire Sparrow Flower...

The daughter who stayed at home was raped to death by a mercenary group passing through the village...

After returning from hunting, he picked up his bow and went to the mercenary group's base to seek revenge, but was knocked unconscious by a punch from the other side. When he woke up, he appeared here.

After a series of trials and tortures, he was transformed by the abyss and became the dead.

"Yes... they didn't become dead, but died in their hands..." The dead laughed miserably.

As his emotions returned, his body fell into irreversible collapse.

"God Slayer..."

He lowered his head, dark tears streaming down his face, crying silently, but staring at Ye Yiyi's golden vertical pupils and speaking.

"That knight... was already dead when we found him. He was at the very bottom of this place, merging with the ancient Fungus Tree..."

"Bang!"

The dagger at his waist fell to the ground. The lower half of the deceased had completely dissipated, leaving only the upper half of the body, which was constantly emitting black mist, floating in the air.

"I understand."

Ye Yiyi stood up and nodded at him.

"Finally, is there anything I can do for you?"

"The tradition of the Firefly is to repay fire with fire, tooth for tooth..."

The upper body of the deceased also disappeared, but his eyes, filled with all kinds of emotions, were still staring at Ye Yiyi, revealing deep hatred.

"Please help me... burn them..."

Soul Echo +2750

The deceased completely disappeared before his eyes, leaving behind a large bow, a dagger, a large quiver, and a cylindrical key.

Ye Yiyi picked up the key silently and swept his eyes across the light curtain.

[Key to the Tree-Forging Altar]

He clenched the key tightly, and flames seemed to burn in his pupils.

"Fire for fire..."

Chapter 349 [Plant Guardian]

"Is that person... already dead?"

Su Ke, who had recovered from his slump and recovered from his slump, looked around the empty corridor and couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"You could say that." Ye Yiyi sighed slightly, "He was originally dead, but he regained his emotions and became alive again... Although the price he paid was the dissipation of his true spirit, and he will never be reborn..."

"Not allowed to...reincarnate?" Su Ke was a little unable to understand this word.

"Don't think too much... But you recovered quickly, Xiaochu, why is he still lying on the ground?"

"Maybe it's because I'm not the real one?"

Su Ke scratched his head and subconsciously looked ahead.

As far as the eye could see, Xiaoju was lying on the ground, with its diamond-shaped wings scattered all over the ground like pebbles.

"Xiaojiu! Xiaojiu!" Su Ke suddenly became worried about his car.

"啾~~~"

Xiaojiu made a weak sound, and its spirit body flickered, as if it was about to dissipate.

"It seems like it's been affected by the black fog. Has its vitality been reduced?"

Ye Yiyi frowned slightly, swung the hidden short staff and struck out with [Full of Vitality].

The blue light flickered, and Xiaochu's body, which had been flickering as if it was about to disappear, finally stabilized.