Ethan: "......"
Thinking that the person lying behind him just now was Marcus, Ethan felt a chill in his spine and the back of his head.
The most important thing is that he had no idea how to respond to Marcus's words.
First of all, these people obviously knew Ethan, and he didn't know what the real Ethan looked like or what image he had in front of this group of people.
Secondly, Ethan was not aware of the grudge between Marcus and Ethan.
Logically speaking, Marcus killed his master and indirectly caused Ethan to be expelled from the Immortal Sect. Ethan himself should have hated Marcus to the core.
What saved Ethan from the danger of being in a cold field was a 10-foot-long tasseled spear.
While he was hesitating about how to answer, a cold and sharp light suddenly swept across, and the tip of the gun pointed straight at Ethan's chest.
Ethan unconsciously raised his hands and took a step back, blurting out: "...Oh no."
As soon as he said it, he felt a little regretful.
When he was still Alex, he would always have some inappropriate habits. If Ethan himself was not such a chatterbox, he might have been exposed.
In a flash of thought, Ethan suddenly heard a crisp sound.
------The ghost spear was broken in half right in front of Ethan.
The tip of the gun was pointing to the sky, the handle was cracked, and the white hard stubble was exposed at the broken part.
Marcus's left hand was pinching the broken part of the gun, his eyes fixed on the young man who was stabbing with the gun, and there was no special emotion in his tone: "...Noah, step back."
The young man named Noah held a broken gun in his hand and did not retreat at all.
The threat was useless. Marcus showed no mercy and broke off the tip of the broken spear and threw it towards Noah.
Noah dodged immediately, but his neck was actually cut and blood gushed out.
......The ghost slaves controlled by the ghost cultivators cannot be harmed at all by ordinary magic weapons. Only the treasures held by the ghost soldiers can harm the ghost's body.
The tip of the gun penetrated into the huge rock behind him, shattering it into pieces like tofu.
Marcus said in a deep voice: "...Don't point this thing at me, brother."
Noah showed no fear. He turned the broken ghost spear handle over, lifted Ethan's chin, and asked Marcus: "Is this really Ethan? Do you believe it?"
He turned to the crowd again and asked, "...Do you all believe?"
Seeing no one responding, Ethan felt the atmosphere was a little cold, so he shamelessly raised his hand and said, "I believe it."
Noah sneered: "You? Are you the revived corpse of Jared's men?"
In this world, Ethan has read countless books and once saw a record about "awakening a corpse" in a collection of strange stories.
"Zombies" are monsters transformed from dead bodies. Their appearance, speech, and behavior are no different from those of ordinary people. They can even think, live, and eat like living people. However, they have lost all their emotions in life. They cannot distinguish between love and hate, and they confuse black and white, light and dark, and hot and cold. They will act according to the orders and control of their masters.
Noah didn't say much, pulled away the gun handle, gathered a ball of ghost fire in his left hand, and hit Ethan directly in the face.
The fire suddenly stopped just three inches away from Ethan's eyes.
The will-o'-the-wisp fire was chilling but not scorching. However, the chill that penetrated deep into the bones still caused a layer of frost to form on Ethan's face.
In order to maintain the image of the original owner Ethan, which was almost ruined by himself, Ethan refused to close his eyes and watched a layer of frost and snow form on his eyelashes.
As the will-o'-the-wisp fire burned, Noah's previously confident expression began to waver.
Logically speaking, a real awakened corpse would mistake such cold flames for scorching hot flames, and would instinctively fear and avoid them.
He stared at Ethan in disbelief: "How is it possible? ...Aren't you a resurrected corpse?"
Ethan was speechless.
He stood with his hands behind his back, staring at Noah in an unfathomable but extremely guilty manner.
Noah waved his hand, and the ghost fire turned into thousands of blue fireflies and disappeared.
But he still had a look of doubt on his face, and said to Marcus: "... bring out his treasure, and I'll fight him, and then I'll know whether he's real or fake."
Ethan had to remind him: "I am now a mortal."
Noah naturally didn't believe it: "You mean you had your bones pulled out?"
Ethan neither confirmed nor denied it.
Noah sneered: "Impossible, as far as I know, no monk who had his roots removed could survive."
Ethan said: "That's according to your knowledge."
Noah didn't waste any more time talking to him and pretended to grab his arm.
Before Noah touched him, Marcus snatched Ethan's right wrist and grasped it.
The force was so great that Ethan was almost knocked off balance.
He blocked Ethan behind him, and his voice was filled with a terrifying chill: "If he was a resurrected corpse and dared to use my face, I would have strangled him to death the moment I met him."
Ethan: "......"
He touched the back of his neck which was chilly from the wind and wondered who taught this kid to be so rude.
I carried him home with good intentions, but he actually wanted to strangle me to death.
But thinking about the purpose of his trip, Ethan shut up.
......Anyway, I'm not a good bird, so why should the crow laugh at the pig for being black?
Marcus paused and continued, "Brother, he has indeed lost his magical power. I tested him on the way here and found that his spiritual veins have been stagnant for a long time, and there is no spiritual energy flowing."
After saying that, he turned around and his voice instantly became soft: "...Brother, is this true?"
If he didn't have to play the role of the senior brother he had tricked, if he didn't know that the person in front of him was a murderous demon, and if he wasn't here to kill him, Ethan would think that this child looked quite cute.
Ethan resisted the urge to touch his head and turned away.
Marcus also felt his resistance, his eyes dimmed, and he felt as lost as a puppy who didn't get a touch from his owner.
Noah seemed to believe it a little, but he still had doubts: "Are you sure he's not someone else pretending to be him?"
The bone girl couldn't bear to watch it anymore: "Brother Zhou..."
Noah pondered for a moment and raised his eyebrows, as if he had thought of a perfect way to verify it.
Ethan noticed the change in his expression, so he perked up and focused his attention, preparing to deal with his next difficult problem.
Noah said: "......You have given me dozens of nicknames since I was a child. As long as you can tell me three, I will believe that you are Ethan."
Ethan: "......"
...Give him a nickname, and he gave him more than a dozen.
Ethan felt that the original owner didn't seem to be a serious senior brother.
However, after verification through Ethan's memory fragments, it was found that the original owner had really done such a boring thing.
There are four immortal mountains and blessed places in the righteous path. Ethan and Marcus are both disciples of Fengling Mountain, Noah is the son of the owner of Yingtianchuan Island, and the other two immortal mountains and blessed places are Danyang Peak and Qingliang Valley.
The original owner's memory was extremely fragmented, and Ethan could only see from some messy fragments that whenever the original owner and Noah met, they would quarrel and beat each other, and their relationship was very bad. That's why Ethan gave him more than a dozen nicknames to highlight Noah's special position in his mind.
Ethan paused for a while, and successfully dug out a nickname from his memory fragments: "Beibei."
Noah: "......"
Ethan: "Pumpkin."
Noah: "......"
Ethan: "Ah, and Amen."
Noah couldn't stand it any longer: "...Shut up!"
The girl with two swords laughed out loud.
Noah couldn't hold back his anger anymore, so he turned around and asked, "What are you laughing at? What's so funny?"
The girl was not afraid at all: "Uncle, I understand the first two, but what does 'Amen' mean?"
Ethan poked his head out from the side of Marcus and explained kindly: "Because he was a fat boy when he was young. The Chinese characters for 'Noah' can be broken down into 'Men Tu Kou Noah', which is a nickname that is too difficult to pronounce, so I'll just simplify it and call him 'Amen'."
Noah's face flushed, and he threw the half-remaining gun handle on the ground: "...Ethan, do you want to be beaten?"
Ethan shamelessly hid behind Marcus and pretended to be dead.
As he was speaking, a dark shadow came running from a distance.
......It was the young man with a ghost face who was standing on the cliff just now.
Before Ethan could react, the young man rushed into his arms, his voice filled with tears: "Senior Brother Xu!"
The young man was indeed very short, only reaching Ethan's chin. The lower half of his face that was not covered by the terrifying iron mask was delicate and fair. At first glance, he looked like a child.
Ethan was startled by his hug. Based on the principle of pretending to be familiar with him even if he couldn't call his name, he raised his hand and touched his hair: "...Yes, it's me."
The young man raised his head, and the pupils behind the mask were light blue and round, just like a young fox: "Senior Brother Xu, I haven't seen you for thirteen years, where have you been?"
Ethan smiled bitterly.
…Hold on, let me make this up.
But before he could finish his story, Noah pulled the young man out of his arms.
I don't know if it was Ethan's illusion, but Noah's expression seemed to be uglier than before. He pointed to the ghost gun that Marcus had just broken on the ground, and said to the young man indifferently: "...Fix it."
The ghost-faced young man struggled and said, "My senior brother is still here. I want to ask him first..."
Noah glanced at Marcus and pulled the iron-faced young man away: "It's not your turn to talk to him now."
The iron-faced young man seemed to understand something and shut up obediently.
Marcus didn't greet everyone. He pinched Ethan's right wrist and walked straight into the tower.
Ethan tried to break free from him, but he was too weak and could only be dragged in like a dog.
In a hurry, Ethan looked back and found that the bone girl who had just treated Marcus's burns was staring at him.
When Ethan looked back at her, she lowered her head in panic and turned away.
The light green headband tied on her black hair reached to her waist, fluttering like waves as she walked away.
After the two entered the tower, the girl with two swords came to the ghost-faced young man and asked curiously, "Brother Lu, is that the Senior Brother Xu you often talk about?"
The ghost-faced young man fiddled with the broken ghost spear, overjoyed: "Yes."
The girl with two swords scratched her messy short hair: "Why do I feel that he is very frivolous?"
The ghost-faced young man said, "Although Senior Brother Xu is a bit reckless, he is the best person in the world."
Hearing this, Noah rolled his eyes: "Heh."
The ghost-faced young man turned to Noah and complained, "What are you laughing at? You're still laughing! Do you know how much energy it takes to repair the ghost soldiers? Can you use it with care?"
Noah: "... OK, OK, OK."
Then, Noah turned to the girl with two swords and asked, "Awang, where are Quinn and Theo?"
Zoe Zhou replied: "I heard that some spiritual stones were found in the mountains to the south. My godfather and godmother have gone to look for them. They will probably be back around midnight."
Noah thought for a moment, pulled Zoe over, and said seriously: "Can you do your uncle a favor?"
Zoe leaned over and heard Noah explain everything to her.
The ghost-faced young man beside him suddenly raised his head and said, "Noah, do you still doubt Senior Brother Xu?"
Noah: "......I was talking to Awang, why were you eavesdropping?"
The ghost-faced young man said angrily: "You are my ghost slave, your eyes are my eyes, your ears are my ears, do you think I want to hear it myself?"
Noah had no choice but to speak frankly: "We haven't seen each other for thirteen years, and Ethan suddenly appeared. I don't believe he has no purpose. Don't forget that Jared has always wanted to kill us!"
As he spoke, he looked at the bronze iron door of the tower and said in a cold voice: "...Especially Marcus, who has lived in the wilderness for thirteen years without dying. I'm afraid he has been a big worry for that person for a long time!"
Inside the tower.
In stark contrast to the bleak and desolate scene outside the tower, the interior of the tower is renovated to be elegant and beautiful. There is even a stream meandering through the tower. There are flowing stones, painted walls, still shadows sunk between the walls, and misty water.
Ethan felt as if he had walked into a paradise, and he himself was the reckless fisherman.
Marcus waved his hand gently, and a bamboo door facing the main door opened.
He led Ethan into the room, where there were all kinds of tables, chairs, beds, and even plates decorated with pearls and silk.
Marcus said softly, "Brother, this is your room. I have prepared it for you a long time ago. I have placed all the items as they were originally, but some items are indeed hard to find in this wilderness. Don't be angry. I will get them for you one by one in the future."
Ethan pretended to be indifferent: "Yeah."
Marcus pulled Ethan to sit down beside the bed, with a strange light in his eyes: "Brother, you just touched Lucas Lu, now you can touch my hair too, okay?"
Very good, the young man with the ghost face is named Lucas. Next time we meet, you don’t have to worry about not being able to call his name.
Thinking this, Ethan did not look directly at Marcus, nor did he answer his question, but just looked around.
Upon taking a look, Ethan discovered that there was an exquisite bamboo folding fan placed neatly at the head of the bed, which looked quite mysterious.
Ethan took it with his left hand and slowly unfolded the fan.
The fan is inscribed with eight large cursive characters: "Who else but me in this world today?"
Signed, "No. 1 on the Heavenly List, Fengling Ethan".
Ethan: "......"
Marcus, who had just been ignored, came over again obediently: "Brother, I have kept your treasure. Do you like it?"
Ethan: "......"
He felt that the original owner's taste was a mystery.
Ethan wanted to put the fan back to its original place. Just as his hand touched the bed, a vine suddenly shot out from the foot of the bed like lightning and tightly wrapped around Ethan's left wrist.
Ethan was surprised: "What is this?"
Marcus said happily: "Brother, you are finally willing to talk to me."
Ethan: "......Okay, I'll talk to you, and you put this thing down."
The vines, as thick as a child's arm, showed no intention of letting him go.
Marcus asked hopefully, "When you carried me back, didn't you say that you came to the wilderness to find me? I'm right here, so don't go anywhere, okay?"
Ethan: "......"
Seeing that Ethan still didn't say anything, Marcus couldn't hide his disappointment and stood up and said, "If you really don't want to talk to me, I will wait a little longer."
Seeing that he was really going to leave, Ethan could not help but hurriedly said, "Let me go!"
Marcus walked to the door and was startled by Ethan's shout. When he turned around, tears welled up in his eyes: "Brother, please be patient for a while. Everything I do now is for you. The prehistoric world is too dangerous. As long as you stay with Marcus, you will be safe. Please, brother, please agree to Marcus's request and stay."
Ethan: "......"
If he wasn't tied up and unable to move, just looking at Marcus's aggrieved expression, ten out of ten people would think that the person tightly entangled by the vines was actually Marcus.
Ethan still held on to a glimmer of hope: "Let me go, I won't go anywhere."
Marcus thought for a moment and asked, "Brother, do you dislike vines?"
Ethan nodded: "Yeah."
...... Vines are prone to being infested with insects, and Ethan himself is terribly afraid of insects.
Meng Zhongguang said reluctantly: "......Okay then."
Soon, Marcus closed the door and left again.
Ethan leaned against the head of the bed helplessly, and the vine that was originally wrapped around his left hand turned into an extremely strong golden shackle, which was extremely luxurious and brilliant.
He touched the dagger at his waist with his wooden hand, feeling very sad.
......Perhaps this is what is called dying before achieving success.
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