Chapter 69 We've been here

The voice did not ask them "who" they were, nor did they ask them what "things" they were, but only asked them "what they were". It sounded as if they didn't know skeletons and corpse witches at all, and their tone was very confusing, and there was no trace of hostility from the fluctuations of the soul.

Feeling the other party's fluctuations, even in this dangerous situation, Gris couldn't help but stop and turned to look at the shadow that first appeared. The fluctuation of this sound came from the shadow.

The undead floated slowly over, and he floated towards Gris without any hostility or defense.

Gris stopped running away. The undead was not hostile and looked very curious about them. You can try to get in touch with them.

He stopped, but Pulson did not stop, and ran away so much that his shadow disappeared.

The undead floated to Gris and asked in confusion: "He is scared? Why?" Hearing his innocent tone, he seemed to be a child who was not careful about the world, he had no idea that he had scared others away.

But the undead just asked, and did not pursue the answer. After asking, his attention returned to Gris, and a shadow circled around Gris, repeating his first question again: "What are you?"

During this period, the other undead were completely awakened and came out of the ground, floating in front of Gris one by one, surrounding him. Now Gris couldn't escape even if he wanted to run away.

However, Gris felt relieved all night. These undead were like the first undead, and were not hostile to him at all. They were more curious and kept asking him "what" he was.

"I'm a skeleton." Gris responded tentatively.

Hearing his answer, the undead were in a mess and asked in a lingering manner: "What is a skeleton?"

Look at the undead, they don’t seem to be pretending. They really don’t understand what skeletons are. Have they never seen skeletons, the most common undead creature in the dead world, in so many years?

Gris looked at these undead with urgent thoughts and suddenly remembered Little Jimmy, the little guy who was full of admiration for him, and often asked him all kinds of strange questions with such urgent thoughts.

After thinking about it, Gris said: "Skeletons are moving bone frames."

Coax! The undead are in chaos again, their thoughts are turbulent, and then they are throwing out a bunch of problems.

"What is a bone?" "What is a shelf?" "What is a bone shelf"...

The question was messy, and Gris didn't know which one to answer first, and it was also messed up all of a sudden.

"Shuhu~!" Suddenly, one of the undead roared, and suddenly, all the undead were quiet.

The roaring undead was the first to emerge. His soul strength was also the strongest among all the undeads, and it should be the leader of these undeads.

Only then did Gris notice that all these undead souls actually had lord-level souls, with a total of fifteen. If they grew up under the normal inheritance system, just one of them would be enough to destroy all the people in Gris' territory.

But these undead have always lived in isolated places, completely lost their inheritance, understood nothing, and had never seen even skeletons.

After the undead leader roared, all the undead surrounded him. They whispered together for a long time, as if they had reached some consensus.

When they dispersed, the undead no longer surrounded Gris like before, but instead stood loose on the side and watched Gris together.

The undead in the lead asked: "What is the bone rack? How to move?"

Feeling the soul fluctuations of these undead spirits full of curiosity, Gris hesitated for a moment, then shed the magic armor back to his chest, revealing his original body.

After taking off the magic armor, Gris realized that his body seemed to have changed a little, and the thin holes on his bones that were produced by bone loss almost disappeared, making his bones more fine and firm.

It seems to be the change after the soul grows, but Gris has never had time to study all the changes after the soul grows. The only thing that is certain is that his perception ability has become more acute, and this change is still continuing.

"It can move. bones." Gris made a few moves, then knocked on his bones, saying.

Coax! The undead are in chaos again. This time their leader yelled several times, but they can't calm down. They were excited to communicate some questions, the focus was "those are bones", "They can move?" and "Is it called a skeleton when it moves?"

The "those" they mentioned are naturally the huge bones buried on the ground. Although the size is different, when compared with each other, these undead naturally understand that "those" are also bones. What they lack is knowledge, not wisdom.

I have been with those huge bones for many years, but I only realized that they are bones and may move. This discovery naturally made these undead extremely excited.

"Why don't they move?" After a long chaotic period, the undead's questions began to unify again. After a while of communication, the leader finally asked Gris.

"They have no souls." Without a soul that can drive such a huge body, the skeletons of these giants naturally cannot move.

Now the undead no longer ask what the soul is. All undead creatures know the soul, which is the foundation of their existence.

"Where are you from?" The undead muttered for a while and changed into a new question.

This is indeed a group of dead souls who are isolated from the world and do not understand the world. After realizing this, Gris' fear disappeared and they could not ask them all. Moreover, Gris did not want to tell them this question so easily before he clarified his position on each other.

"Why are you here?" Gris asked back.

"Why are they here?" The souls of the undead were fluctuating in a daze, as if they couldn't understand the problem.

"We've always been here." "Where should we be?" "Can't we be here?" The fluctuations of consciousness were chaotic again, and finally the undead led by the leader had to roar for a while before stopping this confusion.

It is too unorganized and too undisciplined. The world of death is a world where the strong are respected and the hierarchy is strict. Generally, the superiors have the right to live and kill and seize the subordinates. When the leader speaks, how can the people below be in a mess?
Chapter completed!