The Xuanwu General looked at the dead man in surprise. The dead man was defeated. And the dead man looked like he was not a living person. The Xuanwu General frowned. He had long discovered that the dead man was wrong, but he was not sure. Now he looked at the dead man and really felt a breath of death from him. He was really a dead man? A thought arose in the Xuanwu General's heart.

Although I can't believe it, the Xuanwu General knew that this was very likely to be true. This dead person is really not a living person. The Immortal Island Island Lord is omnipotent, just to resurrect the dead. The Xuanwu General believed that their island owner also had this ability.

Su Weifeng looked at the opponent in front of him. No blood appeared under the cracked skin of the dead man. This was so abnormal. Suddenly, a faint gray aura spread from the dead man. This aura was decayed and dark. Su Weifeng knew that this was his death period. When fighting in the mountains and forests, this aura Su Weifeng had felt it in many animals and people. These animals and people were corrupt corpses without exception.

However, Su Weifeng could not see this gray aura at that time. Now after he stimulated his divine body, he could see it clearly. Through his previous experience, Su Weifeng knew that this was the dead aura. If he said so, this man was a dead person.

This conclusion shocked Su Weifeng. A good person turned out to be a dead person, and the person who had just fought so fiercely with him was actually a dead person. This shocked Su Weifeng. All countries are studying the technology that can resurrect the dead, but no country has developed it yet. I didn't expect that this man was a dead person.

Although Su Weifeng guessed these, he still couldn't make sure of them. After all, this kind of thing was a bit incredible.

The dead man's confused eyes gradually became bright, and there were many pictures in his mind. He remembered that the era he lived in did not belong here. He was a powerful master at that time and loved by others, but his city was attacked by the enemy. As a master, he could not watch such things happen, but the enemy he faced was too strong.

He knew that he was not at the same level as the enemy, but he still rushed forward without hesitation. He knew that this would die, but he could not escape. He was a master, and the master could not be humiliated, and he could not bear humiliation and live a life of silence. He would rather die in battle than be a deserter.

He fell down, beside him were crying people, riding on horse mountain with his enemies, which was just a hunt for them, and the prey was the residents of his city, his strength was vulnerable to them. In the last scene of his life, he saw his wife running towards him again, but before she could run to him, he was caught up by a knight behind him and chopped over to the ground.

Her wife fell in a pool of blood, but she still stretched out her arm to her and wanted to hold her. He wanted to pull her wife's hand, but his consciousness began to blur. He knew that he was going to die. He was unwilling to be with his wife, but he had no choice but to...

I don't know how long, days, years, or hundreds of years have passed? He can't remember clearly. He seemed to hear a voice sounding in his ears in a daze. He couldn't understand what the voice said, but he could understand what that person meant. He was asking himself to follow him, take revenge, and kill.

The memory afterwards was very blurred, and his mind seemed to fall into a deep sleep, but he knew that his body was not sleeping, as if he had become a machine born for killing, killing constantly, and this is all about him.

Although his consciousness was sleeping, he knew that he was not saved, but was resurrected by someone using secret techniques. The resurrection of that man made himself a murder machine. He was a heroic and righteous master during his lifetime, but after his death, he caused so many killings for no reason. He knew that many innocent people died at his hands, which made him feel pain in his heart, and he actually became the person he resented.

But he just couldn't wake up, and he was so confused. Until now, his body was on the verge of breaking, and his consciousness seemed to have recovered like a rebirth.

In the shock of everyone, the dead man suddenly stretched out his palm and pointed it like a knife, stabbing into his chest, which made his body crack more and more quickly, but the dead man didn't care about these things at all, as if this was not his body at all.

Many people present screamed, wondering what was wrong with the dead, why would he still commit suicide?

I saw the dead man's hand inserted into his body, as if he had grabbed something and grabbed it out.

"Ah? He grabbed his heart." A scream rang out.

"Is he crazy?" said another human.

"Madman, this is a madman."

"Does he think he died too slowly?"

......

"No, you guys see that's not the heart..." A screamed.

Su Weifeng and others were staring at the dead man tightly. At this time, they also saw what was in his hand. The dead man slowly spread his palms, and there was no drop of blood in his palms, but a black ball the size of a ping-pong ball looked like crystal, emitting a faint black luster.

The dead man looked at the black ball in his hand, and his face looked angry for the first time. He knew that it was this thing, this thing that made him become a human being, a ghost or a ghost. He should have rested in peace. It was this thing that made him unable to get peace and a living dead person. He was killed by it and he was what he was now.

The dead man looked at the people around him angrily. He knew that these people were all evil people who helped the evil and would have killed them quickly if he had been, but he knew that he no longer had the strength and should leave. This time he would have completely rested.

The dead man finally looked at Su Weifeng. He knew that this young man was different from them. Although this young man seemed crazy, he was full of righteousness. Looking at him was like looking at his former self, he felt intimate and kind.

"Young man, you are very strong. The greater your ability, the greater your responsibility..." The dead man said to Su Weifeng.

Su Weifeng was stunned when he heard this. How familiar is this sentence? And when he heard this sentence, it seemed that there was no good ending. Thinking of the black lines on Su Weifeng's head, Su Weifeng felt from his words that this man was a person with a story. He gave him the feeling that this man was like a hero in ancient times. Injustice was their responsibility. Although he did not agree, Su Weifeng still admired this man very much.

"Who are you, and what's going on?" Su Weifeng asked in confusion.

The dead man wanted to say something, but found that he had no strength to speak, and he knew his body very well.
Chapter completed!