Chapter 20 The world of looking at faces


    Dealing with this girl is not dangerous for Duanmu Huai, but it is very difficult.


    "Listen to me..."


    "Don''t come here!"


    "I am not your enemy..."


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


    “Haha……”


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


    At first Duanmu Huai thought he was going to fight with the other party, but when he really got it, he realized that the girl in front of him was not very strong in combat, and she was just as close to Duanmu Huai. This also made Duanmu Huai relieved. Fortunately, the girl was not very good at fighting. After Aojisi, she only had one punch - probably knelt on the ground and begged Duanmu Huai not to die.


    That is the combat power of the bloodthirsty maniac with bare hands. Duanmu Huai, a level 20 judge, can''t stand it at all.


    But soon, Duanmu Huai regretted it.


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


    Perhaps because she witnessed her father being killed, the girl is now in a state of crazy hysteria. No matter what Duanmuhuai said, she looks like "I don''t listen, don''t listen", which makes Duanmuhuai almost desperate.


    There is no way, it’s too soft, it’s only hard!


    Thinking of this, Duanmu Huai gritted his teeth and rushed towards the girl again. This time he held the hammer tightly and blasted it out hard at the girl. With a hammer, Duanmu Huai knocked out the wrench in the girl''s hand. Before the girl could react, Duanmu Huai 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. Duanmu Huai could hold them all tightly with one palm. The girl was also in horror at this moment, twisting her body and struggling desperately. Then Duanmu Huai sighed, stretched out his free other hand, took off his helmet, and stared at the girl.


    "Look at me!"


    “Ah——!!”


    Hearing Duanmu Huai''s roar, the girl froze and froze. Then she subconsciously raised her head and looked at Duanmu Huai.


    Then… the girl’s head tilted and she lost consciousness.


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


    When he opened his eyes again, what he saw was no longer the previous Western Pavilion, but the ruins covered with vines and weeds. A ray of morning sunlight emerged from the gaps in the woods, reflecting the ruined remains in front of Duanmuhuai.


    “…Haha…”


    Sighing helplessly, Duanmu Huai silently picked up his helmet and put it on again.


    It seems to be a failure.


    Although it failed, Duanmu Huai did not leave. This kind of place is like a copy, and it is a circular world. In other words, until tonight, he can enter the western restaurant again and repeat everything he saw before until he finds a solution to the problem - damn, how can he solve it!


    Duanmu Huai mostly understood what was going on here. A father lost his beloved daughter and 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 dead''s resurrection, so he was found to destroy it. When the girl who saw her father was killed was crazy, finally... Since the elf scout could tell the story in full, then in other words, justice defeated evil in the end?


    So, how can we break the deadlock...


    Although this is a novice planet, Duanmu Huai has never experienced the plot of the empire. Before he traveled through time, he started to go to the Zhendan of the East. After all, the initial region was divided according to the server location. Duanmu Huai can only hear about some more famous events in the plot of the Empire, but has never participated in it. With a fragmented copy like this, he was even more clueless.


    "I don''t understand, master."


    Just as Duanmu Huai was thinking hard about how to break the deadlock, Aojis suddenly spoke.


    "Huh? What''s the problem?"


    “That gentleman.”


    Ojis thought for a moment and whispered.


    "I don''t understand why he acted so contradictoryly. I can see the kindness that the gentleman showed to his daughter, but at the same time, he hated this daughter extremely much. But since he hated the other party, why did he risk his life to protect her?"


    “Humans are so contradictory.”


    Duanmu Huai shrugged his shoulders and then spoke.


    "I can almost guess that on the one hand, he does feel heartbroken because it is not his daughter who has resurrected, but on the other hand, his daughter is indeed resurrected."


    “……I don’t understand what you mean, Master.”


    Ojis frowned, thought for a while, but shook his head.


    “For humans, there are two ways to confirm themselves. One is appearance and the other is soul.”


    Duanmu Huai said as he pointed at Ojisi.


    "Look, just like the name Ojis, it only represents your existence. This is your name. When I call Ojis, I refer to you, this doll girl with silver hair and ponytails, wearing a beautiful dress, cute, taciturn and curious. The front is used to describe your appearance, while the latter is used to describe your personality and inner self. If one day, your soul is replaced by another person, and you are no longer so silent, but a cheerful and extroverted girl, then in my opinion, this is no longer you...at least not you whom I know."


    "But, am I still me?"


    “Self-cognition and other people’s perceptions are often not consistent.”


    It’s like when playing games, everyone thought they were a Sichuan girl with a bad temper. They would never have thought that there was a two-meter-5-meter-high stinger inside. Duanmuhuai stood up while talking. He planned to search for the ruins of this western restaurant to see if there were any clues left behind.


    “So humans are very complicated.”


    Hearing this, Ojisi remained silent, wondering whether she understood or not... But for Duanmu Huai, this is all he could say.


    “By the way.”


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


    "Aojis, how do you think I look?"


    Speaking of which, Aojisi has seen Duanmuhuai take off her helmet more than once, but she never responded, which also made Duanmuhuai a little curious.


    This time, Ojis gave an answer quickly.


    "I like the owner''s appearance very much."


    "Oh? Really?"


    The doll girl is taciturn, but Duanmu Huai thinks she won’t lie. She is a little happy to hear this answer. It seems that someone still likes my model.


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


    “………………”


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


    Then I thank you.


    After being stabbed by Ojisi''s small back, Duanmu Huai quickly calmed down and began to look for clues again.


    He first went to the cemetery he had seen in his soul memory before and walked around - well, there had been smashed into pieces, and even the tombstone was smashed to pieces, and it was impossible to tell who was buried inside. So in desperation, Duanmuhuai had to come to the ruins of the foreign restaurant again to see if he could collect any useful things.


    However, Duanmu Huai was also full of doubts while searching.


    The reason is very simple, that is, that man died too...dolent.


    If someone who didn''t know the truth saw the previous scene, they might think that the group of soldiers was too extreme, but Duanmu Huai knew that if the other party was really a necromancer, then the soldiers'' actions would be completely fine.


    But here’s the problem.


    A genuine necromancer, even if he is biased towards the subject, would not die so without a card.


    Could it be a fraud?


    Not like it…


    Assuming that Duanmu Huai saw all the facts before, then the man resurrected his dead daughter, which is indeed the standard operation of the Necromancer - but... there are actually subtle differences.


    As a veteran player, Duanmu Huai knows both the Deathless Spirit and the Necromancer, and also knows the various methods of the Necromancer. Simply put, 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, creating the illusion of the resurrection of the dead.


    The other is to only resurrect the body, making it a self-conscious existence similar to zombies and puppets.


    But the performance of the purple-haired girl is different from both. She has no past memories, nor is she a puppet without her own self.


    Of course, it is also possible that the necromancer made a deal with the Chaos Evil God, who deceived him in some way - but this possibility was also eliminated by Duanmu Huai, because when the purple-haired girl ran away before, he did not feel the power and aura from the Chaos Evil God.


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


    This is not impossible, because when Duanmu Huai finally subdued the girl, he also keenly observed that the bandage on the girl''s neck, as well as the traces of sewn on her body and chest, combined with the bolt on the girl''s head that looked like it was pierced through her head, it was easy for Duanmu Huai to associate a very famous Frankenstein in his world.


    Frankenstein.


    This story can also be regarded as popular. Dr. Victor used the dead body to stitch it to create a brand new life and awaken it. Of course, the story is also a tragedy in the end, but it is not important. What is important is that if you look at it in combination with Frankenstein''s story, then the various questions that occur here will have the answer.


    First of all, the man was not a necromancer. He might be some kind of scholar or scientist. He used methods similar to Frankenstein to resurrect his daughter. Of course, outsiders would not care about these subtitles. As long as they saw the other party’s dead daughter resurrected, they would think that the man either betrayed the soul to the evil **** or surrendered to the darkness and turned into a necromancer.


    This can also explain why that man is so weak, because he may have been just a simple scholar with no power to tie up a chicken, and naturally he does not have the strength of a necromancer.


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


    But unfortunately, this is not helpful to my current investigation.


    Duanmuhuai almost turned the entire foreign restaurant upside down, but still found no useful information. He didn''t even know the name of the purple-haired girl - well, if she could know her name, the communication might be smoother.


    Just maybe...who knows?


    As night fell, Duanmuhuai had to give up the hope of continuing to find clues from the wreckage of these wild grasses and vines. Time, this pig-killing knife almost wiped out all the traces left here.


    Now it seems that I can only enter that world again and look for clues from it.


    (This chapter ends)