The original god, the zero-seat executive of the Fools

And in his empty chest, a green leaf shone brightly, and after a moment it turned into a burst of light particles and disappeared into nothingness.

The last remaining power of the Great Ci Tree King finally faded away, the suppression was no longer there, and [Sloth] continued to start its "work".

Fatigue and laziness flooded his body in an instant, and Knox slowly closed his eyes. His violet eyes closed, his long and dense silver eyelashes trembled a few times, and soon fell silent.

When the night falls again after a short period of time, it means that another night is coming.

Nacida loosened her arms around Knox's waist and was about to say something, but she suddenly noticed that the boy in front of her had closed his eyes at some point and was fast asleep at the moment.

She opened her mouth, and after a moment, she smiled helplessly. Nacida reached out her hand and pulled Knox's body towards her, letting his head rest on her lap.

She just sat on the ground, looking at the bright night, softly humming ancient and beautiful nursery rhymes——

The moonlight in the night shone on them and all over Sumeru——

Seno, who was escorting the prisoners towards the desert, stopped and glanced sideways at the exceptionally bright moon in the sky. The war was over. He smiled in a good mood and continued his work.

Walking on the streets of Xumi, which was like a celebration, Ying took a bite of a candied haws on her hand and looked up at the sky. She chuckled as Paimon greeted her in front of her, and then quickly followed.

Elhaysen, who was sitting in the garden, glanced at the moonlight, closed his eyes and exhaled, closed the book in his hand, got up and walked towards the house: "It's time to rest..."

Chapter 165 Walnut Legend Mission (1)

[Walnut Legend Mission]

"Gah-"

The piercing crows screamed across the sky, and the ink-soaked birds fluttered across the dark sky with lightning and thunder.

As the downpour fell, the crow's feathers became damp and its body became bulky. Finally, the fatigue of its wings forced it to stop playing the game with the storm.

Black pearl-like eyes swept across the boundless wasteland, and finally landed on a muddy puddle, where a "corpse" covered in black mud for most of its body was lying there quietly.

The crow landed, its dark claws clenching the food at its feet.

The storm came and went quickly. The crow only stood still for a moment, and the dark clouds overhead disappeared without a trace like pencil marks erased by an eraser.

Under the warm sunshine, the crow combed its feathers with its beak, then raised its head and dug hard into the "corpse" under it.

Tsk... The skin was pierced, and bright red blood overflowed. The crow took a sip - "Gah——!!"

The shrill screams echoed in the surrounding areas. The crow flapped its wings and flew up unsteadily. However, before it could stabilize its body, it exploded into blood mist with a "bang".

But the "corpse" trembled.

The "corpse" turned over, and its empty eyes were open, reminiscent of the eyes of violet flowers, staring at the sky without focus.

The silvery hair and the pale face all looked dirty and messy because they were wrapped in mud and water.

The "corpse" just lay in the mud, watching the sky, the sun rising and setting...

tread, tread...

The footsteps moved forward in the muddy water, getting closer and closer to the corpse——

"Grandpa! Come quickly! There is a corpse here!"

"Hey! Slow down, the ground is dirty, be careful when you fall..."

The clear voices of children and the aged voices of old people broke the silence that had lasted for several days in the wilderness.

And in those empty violet eyes, there was finally something beyond the sky and clouds - it was a cute head. The girl's long brown hair was tied into two long braids with red strings. The eyes with plum blossoms in their mouths sparkled with curiosity.

The delicate white index finger touched the lovely white chin, looking at the dirty "corpse" with curiosity.

After a while, he opened his mouth wide and shouted: "Grandpa! Grandpa! This man is so strange! He is obviously a corpse, but he seems to be still alive!"

When the old man heard his granddaughter yelling, he quickly walked over helplessly. The living corpse, wasn't it a zombie...

As Lao Hu thought this, the figure of "corpse" was already reflected in his eyes.

The moment he saw the figure, the old man's cloudy eyes suddenly became clear and solemn.

"Three souls have gone, but seven souls still exist. The vitality is like water without roots. It seems like life but not life, like death but not death...it is wandering on the edge of the boundary between life and death. It's weird, weird..." Lao Hu serves as the Hall of Rebirth 75 The acting hall master has dealt with dead people all his life, but this was the first time he encountered such a weird thing.

"Neither a dead person nor a living person? What is that? The living dead?" The girl tilted her head, her quirky spirit made her attractive.

Normally, Lao Hu would be leaning over to rub his granddaughter's hair with a loving smile, but at this moment, he just frowned and stared at the young man on the ground for a long time.

The last sigh: "Xiao Tao, come and help grandpa, let's take him back..."

While he was talking, Lao Hu had already leaned over and pulled the young man up, while Xiao Hutao helped push the young man onto his grandfather's back and asked curiously: "Are you going to take him back for burial?"

Lao Hu carried the young man on his back, and after shaking his head, he shook his head and said: "The deceased is sent to the afterlife hall, but the vitality of the next life is not cut off, so it cannot be regarded as a dead person."

After hearing this, Hu Tao shook her little head and said to the old man: "The living dead don't count as dead?"

Lao Hu nodded.He smiled kindly and said: "There is a movable character among the living dead, so naturally they are not dead."

"Oh~" After thinking carefully, Little Hutao agreed with her grandfather's words. That's right. The living dead are the living dead. If they are dead, why do they need to add movable characters?

......

Liyue people attach great importance to tradition. These traditional cultures are concentrated in various rituals in their lives. The most important one is the funeral that announces the end of life.

There is only one organization in Liyue that can cover the whole process and satisfy all parties, and that is the Funeral Hall.

The ancient and elegant Purana Hall welcomed a special guest today.

When Lao Hu and Hu Tao brought the "living dead" boy back to the hall, it was already high in the sky, most people in the hall had rested, and Lao Hu had no intention of disturbing others.

He took the young man to the bathroom to wash off his dirt, put on a clean robe, and placed it in the room that Hu Tao had tidied up before.

From beginning to end, the boy was like a mechanical puppet, at the mercy of others.

It wasn't until he lay down on the bed and stared at the wooden ceiling that he finally blinked his eyes for the first time.

But the girl sitting on the chair next to her, staring at the boy for a long time, immediately showed a weird smile: "Hey! Wink!"

After saying that, she jumped off the chair, covered the sight of those empty eyes with her little head, and said with a smile: "Hey, can you talk? What's your name? How old are you this year? How did you become a living dead? "

"..." The young man's eyes moved but he said nothing.

Xiao Hutao curled her lips as if bored: "It's boring, it's just like those corpses, it's just that the eyes can move..."

With that said, she was about to turn around and leave the room, but just as she was about to step out of the threshold - "...Ling..."

An extremely subtle sound penetrated into her ears.

Xiao Hutao paused, and then returned to the boy's bedside as if teleporting. Her beautiful eyes with plum blossoms in her mouth sparkled: "You can talk! You really can talk! What did you just say? Ling? That's you His name?"

She looked as excited as if she had discovered that the cat she had picked up could speak human words——

But under the girl's excited gaze, the boy fell silent, as if he had returned to his original doll appearance.

But this time, Hutao was very patient. She gathered around the boy and asked all kinds of questions, expecting the boy to speak again.

But - until she was so tired that she lay on the bed and fell asleep without realizing it, she didn't wait for the boy to speak again.

Sigh--!

The crowing of roosters awakened the rising sun in the sky, and the fiery red morning light shone on the white side of Hu Tao's face, who was sleeping soundly beside the bed.

The light in his eyes made him uncomfortable. Hutao opened his eyes drowsily and stood up leaning on the edge of the bed.

She raised her head and thought about what happened yesterday and why she slept here. After sorting out her thoughts, the girl's eyes were filled with excitement again. However, when she looked at the bed - she saw nothing but nothing. The next silver hair is on the pillow.

The girl hurriedly ran out of the room, but before she could run a few steps, she saw the silver-haired boy standing by the pond in the yard, staring blankly at the fiery red sun in the sky.

His purple eyes were empty, his complexion was pale, his silver hair was disheveled, and his clothes were messy, but the face that had been washed away from the mud really looked unreal in the morning light.

But Hutao didn't care about this. She pointed at the boy and shouted: "Live!"

Chapter 166 Walnut Legend Mission (2)

Staring at the red sun on the horizon, some glimmer of light was reflected in the empty purple eyes.

Hu Tao's shouting did not attract the young man's attention, but it attracted the attention of the young mandarin who was passing by in the courtyard. Seeing that it was Hu Tao, he smiled and didn't pay much attention, but followed her gaze to look at the man standing in the morning sun. When he was a young boy in a daze, the well-informed Yiguan couldn't help but be stunned.

She came to Hu Tao, put her hands on Hu Tao's delicate shoulders, leaned over and asked doubtfully: "Xiao Tao, who is..."

Hutao raised her little face and smiled: "I am grandpa's guest."

"The hall master's guest?" The hostess heard this and didn't ask any more questions. He just said: "The hall master called you to come over for dinner. This guest..."

"I'll take him there. It just so happens that grandpa doesn't know he can stand up yet!" After saying that, she jumped up to Ling, raised her little face, and stretched out her white hands toward him: " Come, hold out your hand, I will take you to eat! The food cooked by grandpa is delicious. As the saying goes, people are like iron rice or steel. If you don't eat for one meal, you will be hungry. The living dead are also human beings, let's go together~"

Ling looked at the rising sun, but there was no movement. Hu Tao grabbed his hand, and while holding his hand away, he muttered: "Well, it seems that his mind is not very good..."

Seeing Hu Tao pulling the overly handsome boy away, Yiguan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Living dead?"

......

When Lao Hu saw the soul that his granddaughter had proudly "displayed" in front of him, his old face with a few age spots showed a surprised expression. According to his judgment, the three souls were gone and only seven souls were left. Even if the living dead has not yet cut off his life, he should spend the rest of his life lying in bed like a vegetative state. When he brought this living dead back, he was actually waiting for him to cut off his last life before burying him, so as not to lose another person. The fate of being exposed in the wilderness...

I didn't expect...

"Hey, grandpa, he can still talk!" Hutao opened his big eyes, indescribably excited.

Old Hu paused and tentatively said to Ling: "My little friend, do you remember your last name and where you are from?"

"...Ling..." After a long pause, he repeated the word.

The surprise in Lao Hu's eyes became even worse, and he greeted repeatedly: "My friend, please sit down, can you have a meal?"

Ling was speechless, but his empty eyes were looking at the steaming steamed buns and vegetable porridge on the dining table.

After a moment, his eyes seemed to regain some intelligence, and he sat down on Hu Tao's seat with a somewhat stiff movement. However, under the expectant gazes of Hu Tao and Lao Hu, he stopped moving.

Hu Tao impatiently put the chopsticks into his hands: "You're welcome, eat quickly, eat quickly!"

Bang... The chopsticks fell on the table. The young man glanced at them with dull eyes, but soon his eyes returned to the steaming vegetable porridge and the white meat buns in front of him.

Hutao and Grandpa looked at each other, then grabbed the bun and put it to his mouth: "Ah - open your mouth!"

Ling opened his mouth, took a slow bite, chewed stiffly, and swallowed.

"Eat it!" Hutao shouted, as if he was about to jump up with excitement. Lao Hu smiled and felt relieved... It's good to be able to eat. After eating, there is still hope for life in the future. ah.

During the meal, Hu Tao was busy feeding Ling, but he forgot about himself. If Lao Hu hadn't reminded him, Hu Tao would have simply stopped eating.

In the following days, Ling was like a very interesting toy to Hutao that he never got tired of. He had to take it with him wherever he went, always teasing him tirelessly, and every time Ling gave a new reaction , she can be excited for a long time.

And these days, six months passed in a flash.