Chapter 20 The world of faces

Dealing with this girl is not dangerous for Duanmuhuai, but it is very tricky.

"you listen to me……………"

"Don't come here!"

"I am not your enemy..."

"No, don't come here! Father said, don't let me talk to strangers, go away!!"

"Aha……………"

Looking at the purple-haired girl opposite, Duanmu Huai was almost speechless.

At first, Duanmu Huai thought that he was going to have a fierce battle with the opponent, but it was only after he got started that he realized that the girl in front of him was not very powerful in fighting, so he was on the same level as Duanmu Huai. This can be regarded as a relief for Duanmu Huai, but fortunately, this girl is not strong in combat, instead of Auges, she only needs to punch——I guess she would kneel on the ground and beg Duanmu Huai not to die.

That's the combat power to tear apart a bloodthirsty maniac with bare hands. At present, Duanmuhuai, a level 20 judge, can't handle it at all.

But soon, Duanmu Huai regretted it.

He found that he would rather fight the other party now.

Perhaps it was because she witnessed her father being killed, the girl in front of her fell into a state of crazy hysteria. No matter what Duanmuhuai said, she would always look like "I don't want to listen, don't listen, don't listen", which made Duanmuhuai feel anxious. Desperate.

There is no way, the soft ones are not good, only the hard ones!

Thinking of this, Duanmu Huai gritted his teeth and rushed towards the girl again. This time he clenched his warhammer tightly and blasted at the girl with force. A hammer head knocked the wrench out of the girl's hand. Before the girl could react, Duanmuhuai stretched out his big hand, grabbed the girl's slender wrist, and pressed her heavily against the wall.

The girl's wrists were very slender and thin, and Duanmu Huai could grasp them all with one palm, and the girl was also in panic at this moment, twisting her body and struggling desperately. Then Duanmu Huai sighed, stretched out his other free hand, took off his helmet, and stared at the girl.

"Look at me!"

"Alas-----!!!"

Hearing Duanmu Huai's roar, the girl froze in fright, then subconsciously raised her head and looked at Duanmu Huai.

Then... the girl tilted her head and lost consciousness just like that.

At the same time, the surrounding earth began to tremble again, like an earthquake. For a moment, the entire mansion collapsed, and the boundless darkness instantly swallowed Duanmuhuai completely.

When he opened his eyes again, what he saw was no longer the previous mansion, but the ruins covered by vines and weeds. A ray of morning sunlight emerges from the gaps in the woods, reflecting the dilapidated wreckage in front of Duanmuhuai.

"………Aha……………"

Sighing helplessly, Duanmuhuai silently picked up the helmet and put it on again.

It appears to have failed.

Although it failed, Duanmu Huai did not leave. This kind of place is like a dungeon, and it is a cyclical world inside. That is to say, until tonight, he can enter that mansion again, and repeat everything he saw before, until he finds out the solution to the problem——damn, how to solve it!

Duanmu Huai probably understood what happened here. A father lost his beloved daughter, so he wanted to resurrect her, but the resurrected daughter was not the daughter he knew, but a brand new life. But no matter what, he touched the taboo of the resurrection of the dead, so he was approached to eliminate him. And the girl who saw her father being killed went crazy, and in the end... Since the elf scouts can tell the story in its entirety, does it mean that justice defeated evil in the end?

So, how to break this situation......

Although this is a novice planet, Duanmuhuai has never experienced an empire plot. Before he crossed, he started the game with Aurora in the east. After all, the initial regions were divided according to the server location. Duanmuhuai can only be regarded as having heard of some relatively famous incidents in the plot of the empire, but has not participated in them. With fragmented copies like this, he was even more clueless.

"I don't understand, master."

Just when Duanmuhuai was thinking hard about how to break the situation, Augis suddenly spoke.

"Huh? What's the problem?"

"That gentleman."

Augis thought for a while, then whispered.

"I don't understand why he acts so contradictory. I can see the kindness that gentleman showed to his daughter, but at the same time, he hates this daughter extremely. But since he hates the other party, why would he risk his life?" Danger to protect her?"

"Human beings are so contradictory."

Duanmu Huai shrugged his shoulders, and then spoke.

"I can almost guess that on the one hand, he really felt heartbroken because his daughter was not resurrected, but on the other hand, his daughter was indeed resurrected."

"...I don't understand what you mean, master."

Augis frowned, thought for a moment, then shook her head.

"For human beings, there are two ways to identify themselves. One is the appearance, and the other is the soul."

While talking, Duanmuhuai pointed to Augis.

"You see, just like the name Augis, it only represents your existence, this is a name that belongs only to you, when I call the name Augis, I mean you, this one with silver hair and double ponytails , wearing a beautiful dress, a cute, taciturn and curious doll girl. The front is used to describe your appearance, and the latter is to describe your character and inner. If one day, your soul changes to another person , is no longer so taciturn, but a cheerful and outgoing girl, then in my opinion, this is no longer you... At least not the you I know. "

"But, am I still me?"

"Self-perception and other people's perceptions are often inconsistent."

It's as if when playing a game, everyone thinks that she is a hot-tempered Sichuan girl, but she never expects that there is a 2.5-meter-high foot-picking guy inside.

Duanmuhuai stood up while talking, he planned to search in the ruins of the mansion to see if there were any clues left.

"That's why humans are complicated."

Hearing this, Augis remained silent, wondering whether she understood or not... But for Duanmuhuai, that's all he can say.

"correct."

At this moment, Duanmu Huai suddenly thought of something, he turned his head, took off his helmet and looked at Augis.

"Augis, what do you think of me?"

Speaking of which, Auges had seen Duanmuhuai take off his helmet more than once, but she never responded, which also made Duanmuhuai a little curious.

This time, Augis quickly gave an answer.

"I like the appearance of the master very much."

"Oh really?"

The puppet girl is taciturn, but Duanmuhuai thinks she can't lie, and I'm a little happy to hear this answer now, it seems that there are still people who like my style.

"Yes, I still can't distinguish between humans very well. The master's appearance is very recognizable, and I like it very much."

“……………………”

Hearing Auges' answer, Duanmu Huai put on his helmet silently and turned around.

Then I can thank you.

After being stabbed in the back by Augis, Duanmuhuai quickly recovered his mood and started looking for clues again.

He first went around the cemetery he had seen in his soul memory before—well, it had been smashed into pieces, even the tombstone was smashed to pieces, and it was impossible to tell who was buried inside. So in desperation, Duanmuhuai had no choice but to come to the ruins of the mansion again to see if he could collect anything useful.

However, during the search, Duanmuhuai was also full of doubts.

The reason is very simple, that is, that man's death was too... plain.

If people who don't know the truth saw the previous scene, they might think that the soldiers were too aggressive, but Duanmuhuai knew that if the other party was really a necromancer, then what the soldiers did was completely fine. of.

But here lies the problem.

A genuine necromancer, even if he is partial, will not die so shameless.

Is it a fraudulent death?

It's not like...

Assuming that what Duanmuhuai saw before was all true, then the man's resurrection of his dead daughter can indeed be called a standard operation of a necromancer—but... there are actually subtle differences.

As an experienced player, Duanmu Huai knew very well about undead and necromancers, and also knew the various methods of necromancers. To put it simply, if a necromancer wants to resurrect the dead, there are generally only two methods.

One is to use taboo undead magic to imprison the soul of the dead in the body and create the illusion of resurrection of the dead.

The other is to only resurrect the body, making it a self-aware, zombie-like existence.

But the performance of the purple-haired girl was different from those two. She has no memories of her past, nor is she a puppet without an ego.

Of course, it is also possible that the necromancer made a deal with the Chaos God, and the latter used some method to deceive him——but this possibility was also eliminated by Duanmu Huai, because when the purple-haired girl ran away before, he did not Did not feel the power and breath from Chaos Evil God.

The last unthinkable conclusion is that this man... used some method to create a brand new soul in his dead body?

This is not impossible, because when Duan Muhuai subdued the girl in the end, he also keenly observed that the bandage on the girl's neck, as well as the marks on her body and chest that seemed to be stitched together, combined with the one on the girl's head that looked like Like a bolt going through his head, it is easy for Duanmuhuai to think of a famous Frankenstein in his own world.

Frankenstein.

This story can also be regarded as popular. Dr. Victor used the body of the dead to stitch up a new life and wake it up. Of course, the story is also a tragedy in the end, but this is not important. The important thing is that if you look at it in conjunction with Frankenstein's story, then all the questions that happened here will have answers.

First of all, that man is not a necromancer. He may be some kind of scholar or scientist who used a method similar to Frankenstein to resurrect his daughter. Of course, outsiders will not care about these details, as long as they see If the dead daughter of the other party is resurrected, it will be thought that this man either sold his soul to the evil god, or surrendered to the darkness and became a necromancer.

This can also explain why that man is so weak, because he may have been just a simple, powerless scholar, and naturally he did not have the strength of a necromancer.

The second is the soul in the body of the purple-haired girl, a brand-new born soul. As far as Duanmu Huai knows, neither magic nor evil gods can create a brand-new soul out of thin air. Only the story of Frankenstein has such a A little bit possible.

Unfortunately, this is of no help to my current investigation.

Duanmuhuai almost turned the entire mansion upside down, but still didn't find any useful information. He didn't even know the name of the purple-haired girl—well, if he could know her name, maybe the communication would be smoother.

Just maybe... who knows?

As night fell, Duanmu Huai had to give up the hope of continuing to find clues from the remains of these weeds and vines. Time, the butcher's knife, almost wiped out all traces left here.

Now it seemed that he could only enter that world again and find clues from it.