Lu Li, who was lying on his side on the soft bed, slowly woke up.

The black gem cat boy gradually focused, reflecting the familiar yet unfamiliar tower room.

Margaret, who was waiting by the bed, looked at him quietly: "Are you Lu Li? Or an immortal?"

"How long have I been unconscious?" The trembling sound in his throat felt strange to him.

"The bat guards have just left the castle," Margaret said.

He looked out the window at the night, where the long shadows disappeared into the darkness.

While staring blankly, Margaret suddenly asked: "Are you Lu Li or an immortal?"

"I am……"

Lu Li opened his mouth slightly, and the long-ago memories resurfaced.

From Earth, Investigator, Land of Light, Midnight City Fantasy...

The confusion that permeated the depths gradually faded away, and reason and calmness once again occupied the black eyes: "I am Lu Li."

"You are a cat."

Margaret is not good at jokes, but saying this really relaxed the atmosphere

"You are a beauty who can drive men crazy by covering your head." Until Lu Li came out with something that was not a product of his thinking.

Margaret tried to wake up Lu Li with the name that had the deepest impact on him: "Do you remember Anna?"

"I'm fine..." Lu Li waved his hand, and the swaying cat claws appeared in his eyes: "It's just the memory of the immortal that's affecting me."

"Will you become him?"

"No. These memories can be forgotten by using the Crown of Knowledge."

But you have to persist until you meet the farmer.

Lu Li, who has completely accepted the memory of the undead, is like being parasitized to a certain extent, just like when the soul is possessed by a baby, that body no longer belongs to the baby, and another person is reborn in Lu Li's body.

It was just Lu Li's will that made him erase himself, doubt himself, and treat them as other people's stories, leaving a deep impression when he read a huge book.

People with weak self-awareness will lose themselves in other people's stories, which is why boys always think they are brave and girls think they are princesses.

From a philosophical point of view, if Lu Li instills the memory of an immortal into a baby or a weak-willed monster, the immortal can be resurrected without a soul, and it will still be him. He is the only one who really doesn't think so.

Then Lu Li thought of Prada.

Then I thought about whether this kind of philosophical thinking is also the influence of immortal people.

"The Bat Guard left, right?" He stopped his thoughts and returned to the original path.

"Um."

Next it was Lu Li's turn to take action.

Lu Li jumped from the bed to the floor, walked a few steps drunkenly, and then resumed using his tail to maintain balance.

Margarita took off the quilt, folded it up, pressed out the space to accommodate Lu Li, wrapped him up, carried the quilt back to the tower and put it in the cart.

Da da

The sound of high heels hitting the floor echoed in the corridor.

Lu Li hid in the cart and peeked outside through the gap.

When passing by a corner where an oil painting of a woman hung, a feeling that did not belong to Lu Li suddenly emerged: "This woman is so ugly that she looks like a close relative."

Then when I was passing by the bat guardian statues, I thought of "a damn hybrid monster between a bat and a wild boar that is as ugly as a pig."

The immortal Wenger's personality is like a hedgehog with sharp spikes, merciless to everything he encounters along the way.

Lu Li must endure the influence of the memory of the immortal Wenger.

Amid "herself"'s dirty words, Margaret walked along the exterior of the castle to the guest room area.

Although most of the Bat Guards went to search the territory, there were still many Bat Guards guarding the castle, especially around the rooms of the four lords.

But the lizard maids are members of the castle, and no one will stop them.

Margaret pushed the cart stacked with sheets to the outside of the farmer's room quite smoothly. She even went straight into the room because there were no servants following this dinner.

The door of the room was open, and Margaret's graceful figure faced the corridor with her back. She unfolded sheets that were not stained with cat hair to replace the sheets on the bed. Lu Li took advantage of this moment to sneak under the bed.

After quietly changing the sheets, Margaret exited the bedroom, and then closed the door, leaving only Lu Li hiding under the bed.

"Like a lover who has no courage and hides under the bed."

The memory of the immortal reminded Lu Li.

The memory will disappear with the crown of knowledge, but the thoughts derived from it will not. To avoid being affected by the memory of the immortal, Lu Li curled up and fell into self-slumber.

What woke Lu Li was the footsteps of "a fat pig over 300 pounds covered in oil" coming from outside the corridor.

Katsa.

The door opened, and dull footsteps sounded in the room.

Lu Li waited, waiting for the door to close, waiting for the footsteps to approach, waiting for the bed to leave the bottom of the bed with an unbearable squeaking sound.

This was the first time Lu Li saw the true face of the farmer: it looked like a hybrid of fungus and lichen, with strangler vines wrapped around a rotten humanoid figure, like a rotting corpse abandoned in the woods.

.

The farmer was aware of Lu Li's presence, but it was a step too late.

This is already a dreamland, Lu Li's territory.

"Do as he says."

When the cloaked Viscount appeared behind Lu Li and issued a cold order, the farmer stopped releasing spores and lowered his head: "What do you need me to do...?"

"Hold on."

Lu Li exited its dream, and before it woke up, he sacrificed the memory of the immortal to the crown of knowledge and pressed it on the farmer's body.

…

Wenger opened his eyes.

He felt his body from the neck down again.

"Is this hell?"

"No. I disappoint you. You are still alive." In front of the operating bed, the tall and beautiful woman looked at him with a golden eyelid: "There is good news and bad news."

"The good news is you may never die again."

The woman turned around and opened the curtains covering the room. The wilderness outside the window was filled with uncertainty and chaos.

Wenger reached out and rubbed the rough stitches on his neck.

"The bad news is you can use this place as hell."

A few days later, people were surprised to find that Wenger no longer had a bad temper.

Later, the residents of the shelter returned to the surface under the leadership of women and gathered with more survivors. They built Midnight Town and expanded Midnight Town, and the undead Wenger, who had always fought for his homeland named Midnight, gradually gained new ideas.

Identity professor.

A long time later, when he was buried with Midnight City, the dead souls extended an invitation to him

The younger students came to the platform like quails for the New Year.

"Because Dean Asammons has not returned from an outing, I will host this year's dinner." Professor Chris, who was in charge, gestured to the silhouettes beside him: "Then, let me first introduce it to the cuties in the lower grades.

Own?"

"Senior Occult Professor, you can call me Helmud." The thin figure wearing the ancient and exquisite musketeer uniform took off his top hat.

"Professor of Divination, Immortal." The pale, decadent man with a sad temperament like a poet tore off Helmud's head, revealing the hideous wounds and sutures like centipedes.

Wenger has never been so refined.

…

Wenger opened his eyes again.
Chapter completed!