Chapter 505 (2/2)

”Brother killers” only exist in the hearsay and terrible duo. It is said that both of them are criminal clans, and one of them is that only one of them is criminal clans Of course, that doesn't matter. Importantly, they are alchemical geniuses. Even the governor of the Royal Army of magicians told me that if anyone can complete the art of immortality, it can only be their brothers.

I was overjoyed, and I played a triumphant song of hope in my heart.

Now it seems It was actually a prelude to despair.

I found the two brothers, Arthur and Andrew.

They took a lot of precious treasure from my private treasure house as a reward, but I didn't feel hurt. As long as I get eternal life, it's easy to accumulate wealth.

On my fifty fourth birthday, my long-awaited refining began.

Everything that day was fuzzy and chaotic. I can't remember the details at that time. All I can remember is the feeling of horror and pain.

When I regained consciousness, I came here - Tsui Mo island.

It's not my world here. Those two wicked swindlers sent me to a different world and an evil god.

Punishment division is the supreme god of punishment clan.

I was sent as a sacrifice to his dimension, kneeling at his feet

Then, I learned a funny, sad, and extremely terrible fact - the torture master is just a prisoner on zuimer island.

However, it was easy for the prisoner to subdue an opponent like me.

My magic was like a juggling in front of his eyes, and disappeared in an instant.

I was ”sewn” by him on a huge mockery tree. One needle, one thread I sewed it with my own tendons.

He put a curse on me.

I Finally, we have eternal life.

The real immortality that can't even commit suicide.

Time flies, I don't know how many years have passed I am integrated with the big tree behind me.

At first, I thought the taunt of this mockery tree was torture. But later I'm used to it.

Until one day, it died.

The mockery tree also has life, and they will die. When death comes, they stop talking and turn into pure Deadwood.

That day, I cried, but could not shed tears.

From that day on, I was accompanied only by endless loneliness. Even a spiteful remark has become a luxury.

I remember when I was a child, I heard a down-to-earth wandering poet sing such a ballad in the street: ”wine, lust and wealth are all mirrors. Fame and wealth will become a thing of the past. ”

A man's life is long enough. Always fill in discontent, only human.

People ignore what is really important, but chase those illusions. So when they die, they leave nothing but regret.

I paid for my greed. Fortunately It's all over.

Ah It's about to break. Just chop a few more axes.

What I see now, these clear memories, is to walk on the Lantern

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