The control of the body returned to Tang Ning in an instant. Tang Ning sat on the horse at a loss, his hands tightly grasping the spiral horn, his heart beating as chaotically as the horse's hooves.
What's wrong?!
Why did "he" suddenly give him control of his body? !
Was “he” injured in the fight just now? !
Countless speculations flooded into Tang Ning's mind, causing his heart to feel as if it was about to jump out of his chest.
What are you thinking about? "He" suddenly spoke, still indifferently, with an indescribable arrogance.
Tangning's heart, which was beating like it was about to explode, calmed down instantly after hearing the word "his".
Why did you suddenly return your body to me? Tangning asked weakly.
"He": Have you ever fought
What
I'll teach you.
I'll teach you how to deal with these things.
Tangning's mind went blank. He couldn't believe what he heard. Was he going to teach him how to deal with these bosses? How could this be possible? There was no way he could do this.
I, I can’t… Tang Ning subconsciously avoided the question: I’ll give my body to you, please take over quickly, this undead horse is about to get out of control, I feel like I can’t control it anymore.
Silence, he ordered.
Tang Ning immediately kept quiet.
Relax and don't resist me. "Him".
The phantom in a black robe sat behind Tang Ning. "He" stretched out his hand, one arm around Tang Ning's slender waist, and the other hand held Tang Ning's right hand, which was shaking with nervousness.
"He" moved this hand and gently slapped the undead horse on the head.
It didn't use any strength, nor did it emit any cold aura. It was just that the undead horse already had a psychological trauma, and it instantly aged after being hit like this.
It is very simple to control this horse, it has been subdued, hold its spiral horn, and apply a little force in the direction you want it to run. His tone was very calm, and when he said the last sentence, his tone was gentle: Go and try it.
Tang Ning grasped the spiral horn with one hand. His palm was so tense that a thin layer of sweat appeared on it. Cold sweat also appeared on his forehead. The wind was blowing fast at night and it blew away his sweat in an instant, blowing his hair backwards.
He heard dense footsteps behind him, the sound of the undead, as well as the attacks of the monk and Christine.
Which direction should I control it to run? Tang Ning asked for help.
Yes. "He".
Tang Ning quickly controlled the undead horse to run towards the castle. The undead horse was very fast and was very close to the castle in the blink of an eye.
“He”: … Why are you thinking of running away
"He": Forget it, just throw those two burdens at the gate of the castle. Things from above are about to come down, so let them block them.
What
Tang Ning was stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised his head to look towards the top of the tower. This time, without tears in his eyes, he could see that there were only four corpses left hanging on the top of the tower!
"Jikong! Christine! Look up!" Tang Ning shouted.
The monk and Christine were struggling to sit on the back of the horses to avoid falling off. Although it would be safer to sit further on the horse's back, they still tried to keep a distance from Tang Ning because they always felt as if there was something cold separating them from Tang Ning.
The skeletons were not as fast as the undead horses and were left behind by them for a distance. Occasionally, a few fast-running skeletons and undead would rush up, but they would be killed by the monks or Christine.
At this moment, when they heard the words and looked up, everyone's heart sank when they saw the four corpses on the top of the tower.
"Not good!" Christian raised his hand, and a beam of light shot out from his hand, directly hitting a dried corpse that was about to approach the castle gate.
The monk jumped off his horse, followed closely by Christine, and together they rushed towards the mummy in the castle.
Can I come down with you? Tangning asked.
Don't go back to the castle so soon, the night has just begun. "He" seemed to announce that some wonderful nightlife was about to begin.
Where to go if not back to the castle
Tang Ning asked: Then, can I just let it run forward all the time
Of course.
The tall undead horse was galloping wildly across the endless wasteland. The night was very cold and the wind was icy cold on his body, but Tang Ning's heart was beating fast and his blood was flowing through his blood vessels just as fast, so his body was warm.
All the worries and fears seemed to be left behind.
A bright crescent moon hangs in the night sky, and its cool light shines on the ground and the towering trees around it.
Tang looked up and saw the moon in the sky and a star next to it.
Look back, he said.
Tang Ning turned his head obediently and saw the skeleton army chasing him relentlessly.
Are you still afraid? "He" asked.
Although it was a bit creepy to see so many densely packed undead following behind me, looking back, it didn't seem as scary as before.
There will be some pain next. "He": If you can't stand it, you can tell me.
Tangning was a little confused.
The next moment, a cluster of green flames appeared out of nowhere and fell on Tang Ning in an instant. There was no sign of burning on his body, but his soul seemed to be roasted by the flames. Tang Ning's lips were painful and his whole body began to tremble.
"It hurts..." he cried like a kitten.
The young man in the black robe gently placed his chin on Tang Ning's shoulder. Hearing this, he raised his eyes and looked at Tang Ning's miserable profile. Tang Ning frowned. His skin seemed translucent.
He held out his hand. He lifted up Tang Ning's right hand.
Tangning cried to "him", "I can't stand it."
Can we stop now
Unexpectedly, Tang Ning heard "him" say "oh" indifferently, and then continued to command: Release the pain you feel from your palm.
Tang Ning was almost dizzy with pain: "?" So the pain was unbearable. After being with you, is it just to be with you
Don't be distracted, he scolded.
It hurts so much.
But how can I release the pain? This description of "him" is too abstract.
Imagine these pains as flowing flames. He: They exist in every corner of your soul.
Invisible fingers gently stroked Tangning's cheeks, neck, and shoulders...
here.
His fingertips touched Tang Ning's beating heart.
Cang's thin lips whispered to Tang Ning's earlobe: Also here.
It seemed as if a cool breeze was blowing through Tang Ning's body, guiding him to manipulate energy he had never seen before: they were the pain you had accumulated, the pain of being trampled by ghosts and despised by others, the pain of having the will but not the strength, the pain of losing your loved ones, the pain of struggling between life and death again and again...
You have been in pain. "He".
Tang Ning closed her eyes, tears falling like pearls from a broken string.
Yes, he had been in pain.
Ever since he entered this game, or before he entered this game, this kind of pain seemed to be the underlying color of his life.
Take these pains as nourishment, as candles. "He": I will give you fire.
If the soul is a candle, then "his" soul is a candle that is constantly burning.
At this moment, the burning wick approached the wick belonging to Tang Ning.
The blue flame fell on the core.
Memories flashed before Tang Ning's eyes. It was his first time playing this game. The ghost bus lights flickered on and off, and a ghost baby in a green shroud was approaching step by step.
After stealing Lu Yingxing's grave, he ran around the cemetery in panic, but the footsteps behind him could not stop.
In the dirty and messy toilet cubicle, something was lying in the corner and spying.
I opened my eyes from the nightmare and saw my roommate appear strangely.
Something is wrong with me in the mirror.
Uncle Wang was walking on the loess road dragging a worn hemp rope.
A ghost doll that knocks on the door at weddings.
…
Cang's flames burned on the past that terrified him. With sufficient nourishment, the flames grew bigger and more vigorous, as if the souls could not be satisfied.
A faint pale flame quietly emerged from Tang Ning's palm. Fire always reminds people of warmth and heat, but this fire made Tang Ning feel bone-chillingly cold. It was so cold that he seemed to be frozen from his fingertips to his shoulders, and the pain seemed to be frozen as well.
He was so cold that he couldn't move.
But there was a cold aura enveloping him, causing the weak flame in his palm to continuously twist and turn.
Open your eyes. "Him."
Tang Ning opened his eyes with difficulty. A huge feeling of weakness penetrated his soul, so that he did not notice when the undead horse under him stopped running.
The undead horse knelt on the ground and trembled, with a thin, cold whip hanging beside it.
That was a whip condensed from blue flames.
As the undead horse stopped, the footsteps behind him became more and more frequent, and Tang Ning's heart beat faster and faster, like the heart of a dying person working frantically.
Well, get rid of this pain, he taught.
Tang Ning raised his hand stiffly, turned around and looked at the dense army of undead behind him. He weakly waved the dim whip in his hand.
He swung the whip made of fire so lightly, and the light spread out in the darkness like ripples, gently flowing over the approaching skeletons.
All the skeletons stopped and fell down with a crash.
Among the chasing army, the shining "Duke" was still standing there, looking at Tang Ning across the corpses.
You see, it's that simple. He said calmly.
Tangning had no strength left in his body. He could hardly sit up straight and even wanted to faint and fall into a long sleep. But at this moment, an indescribable willpower supported him to ask the question he wanted to ask the most: Are you... my prince
I am not.
Then... then... Tangning's voice was trembling as she asked softly, with a hint of tears in her voice, "Why do I feel like I like you a little bit?"