Chapter 398 The Dead Don't Die

Wu Song can't refute, because Haisha is right. He only lives in the present, but never thinks about the future. In fact, he doesn't need to consider it. For Wu Song, his increase in age will not bring him any discomfort. He can be a young hero, a young hero, a middle-aged hero, to an elderly hero, and even when he dies, people will say that he is still a living hero. His heroism and charm will not slowly fade under the pulp of time. But the sea sand is different. Whether she is alive or dead, what time brings to her will always be more and more uneasy.

Haisha is actually right. Wu Song knows herself very well. Before long, he will be bored. In fact, he can't give Haisha the future at all. In fact, Wu Song himself rarely thinks about the future, but he doesn't think about it, which is not the same as Haisha not thinking about it.

"How are you going to live? Haisha, maybe I can help you." The blood on the broken finger began to flow back, and the sound of blood drops ticking on the stone steps provided the best accompaniment to this scene.

"I just need your finger." The expression on Haisha's face turned into a ferocious smile. She was guarded crazily. Wu Song once saw such a sea sand, which was the expression on her face in the past when she killed everyone.

Wu Song revisited this scene many times in his dream, but he kept telling himself that it was just what Haisha had to do in order to live in this world... Now it is the same as when she was engaged, she also wanted to survive, but this time, there was no An Daoman coming to help. Now Wu Song thought of An Daoman's death and became more and more heartbroken. He suddenly felt that such an old friend had lost his life and was only worth such a woman. All kinds of past events hit his heart, and Wu Song's heart was mixed.

"Wu Song, this is your fate. You can't shirk it." The iron skeleton, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly said.

"My fate? So iron bachelor, can you tell me what my fate is? Wu Song questioned the iron skeleton, and he wanted to know the reason why Haisha did this.

"Your wife wants to kill all living people. In that case, she can turn the world of the living into the world of the dead. In that case, she can no longer go back and gain eternal life here. It's that simple." There is a little ridicule in the cold tone of the iron skeleton.

Are you laughing at my tragedy? Wu Song didn't know that he just felt the sense of superiority in the face of the iron bachelor just now, like a burning red soldering iron, burning his body.

"You're right, iron skeleton." Haisha said. Her voice has been completely different from the original gentleness, with an uncomfortable sharpness, as if her throat had been torn by herself. I can feel the soul in your body. You are not a living person in front of you, and you can also live. How about it? Come with me. Haisha actually sent an invitation to the iron bachelor.

"Little girl, this is your fate, and I can't participate. Of course, I won't stop you, because it's not my fate to stop what you do. The iron skeleton shook its head.

"Fate! Fate, only those who are alive have destiny. I am no longer alive. Even fate can't control me. If I still have fate now, it is to live. The sound of sea sand is particularly high, and it has become a kind of passionate singing. She raised the stone high above her head, and the ring and broken finger flashed. Dead people in all directions, please listen to my singing and gather together. The era of the living has passed. The dead will not die, and the dead will live forever.

"What's the effect of wearing a ring with your little finger?" Wu Song knew that it was useless to ask Haisha again, so he asked the iron skeleton.

"Good question, you are really a smart person." The iron skeleton praised. After wearing the ring on the little finger, the power is the attraction. In the desert where Xuecheng is located, there are all helpless souls. As long as she launches attraction, she can summon the souls that died even a thousand years ago.

"However, she doesn't have my other fingers and can't sign a contract with the soul or guide their behavior." Wu Song firmly protected the remaining four fingers of his left hand. He was afraid that the sea sand would suddenly approach. With the warm method just now, he obtained all the abilities of the ring.

"She doesn't need that. The souls in the desert hate the people in the city. They are attracted by the ring. When they come here, they will instinctively start slaughter. Blood will feed the soul, even if it is the most weak, it will be full of vitality again. As for the contract and guidance you said, she doesn't want to be the king of the world of the dead. She just wants to live. Those are not necessary for her. What's more, if she is given the deceased a chance to live, she will naturally be elected as a leader. The conversation of the iron skeleton was careless, and Wu Song vaguely felt that the iron skeleton knew what was going to happen next.

But that's not surprising. After all, the person in front of him is a legend for a hundred years.

"All the living?" The beard shouted, "Iron bachelor, you mean, including our bachelor and those apprentices?"

"Aren't you alive? As long as you are still alive, that is the target of the dead. Now you probably know why I appeared like this, instead of coming here like a living person and counting what you did.

"What else are you talking about? Organize her quickly." A cold light flashed in the council chamber, and the long sword came out of its sheath. The only remaining bachelor who entered the Taoist priest rubbed his body and stabbed the sea sand with his sword.

Wu Song wants to organize, but his body can no longer do that. Oh, forget it, she wants to kill everyone, including me. Wu Song is very contradictory. He can no longer persuade himself to save his lover.

But the swordmang stopped one foot from the body of the sea sand, and the long sword suddenly paused, and then accompanied by a crisp sound, it turned into fragments all over the sky.

"How can it be so easy to stop? There are already souls attracted by the ring. The guardians of the dead will bring them freedom. Will they be hurt by swords? If the dead don't die, you can't kill them a second time. The iron skeleton gently pointed to the owner of the sword, as if the elder was teaching the younger generation a lesson.

"But those souls have signed a contract with us. How can they violate it?" Zhang Xue was also a little panicked.