Wu Lulu's face has only two braised egg eyes, no nose, mouth, ears.

But this no longer affects Yi Lin's interpretation of Wu Lulu's expression.

It's sincere.

Yi Lin didn't know what the other party liked him.

Perhaps it was his simplicity that attracted Wu Lulu.

It needs a simple and smart deputy captain who is just right for this position.

But Wu Lulu's invitation is like an application in reality.

This is a two-way selection process.

Can't force it...

Yi Lin looked at the letter.

After being silent for more than ten seconds, Yi Lin stretched out his hand to the envelope. He gently pressed his five fingers on the envelope.

"You are right, Wu Lulu." Yi Lin smiled slightly: "Maybe the 'invitation' placed in front of me is the only opportunity for me as a tiny human being, to evolve into a high-dimensional biological organism, or even become... God. Moreover, this is equivalent to the back door you have taken to me. As long as you become your deputy captain, all the cruel things and the game at the upper level will have no connection with me."

Wu Lulu nodded: "My best friend, you are very smart." It spread its hands: "You know me, Wu Lulu is not a casual captain. Oh, you don't know, it's too tiring to manage a ship. Wu Lulu needs a cunning and shrewd helper to help Wu Lulu better manage the "crew crew" in the ship."

Yi Lin still smiled and ignored Wu Lulu's words. He continued to continue his words: "The undead are all 'people' who have died once, including me. Perhaps it is because they have personally tasted the taste of 'death' that the undead are so eager to 'live'."

Wu Lulu noticed that Yi Lin's tone was not right and remained silent. Its brine eyes flashed slightly with a black look, and she remained silent.

"I have developed a 'binding' with many people, and perhaps in your opinion, this word is very ridiculous. I have not been in the past, I can't even see my origin clearly, I don't have parents, do you know this feeling? Normal humans are born from the belly of their mothers. But I... don't. I don't know when it started, I was like a 'ghost' that appeared in the world out of thin air. It is precisely because of this that the binding with some people has gradually become the proof of my 'before I was alive'."

Yi Lin looked up, looked at Wu Lulu's surprised balsamic egg, and shook her head: "You don't have to look at me like this. I also know that my current speech seems a little hypocritical. Maybe I regret it when I go out..." Yi Lin slowly, little by little, pushed the letter back to Wu Lulu: "At least now, at least at this moment, I don't regret it."

The bar is empty.

Just mess with Yi Lin.

And the "God" in front of you.

Not everyone has the experience of talking to "God".

"I have killed many former friends here with my own hands,"

“Whether I ‘know’ or ‘don’t’.”

"I killed them with my own hands,"

“Time and time.”

“The world is unfair,”

"No matter they are 'living' or 'dead', they should not encounter these."

"If the world is fair, they, and she... should have survived."

The foam at the corners of Wu Lulu's eyes was getting more and more.

It clearly felt a strong "sadness" from the plain tone of its close friend.

"So, I decided that no matter what I was about to experience, even if these words were heard by the above, haha, I guess I am not the only one who curses the gods. One day, I will give back to them little by little, little by little, all of this we suffered before or after our death."

"If I abandon my current 'ship', abandon everything from the past, and take your ship, even if I become the deputy captain, I will feel...I don't seem to be myself anymore. Huh... Just think I'm pretentious Wu Lulu. Do you know what 'pretentious' means? It means 'the right choice made by smart and smart humans based on judgments'. In short, I decided to stay here."

"So, sorry, Wu Lulu."

Wu Lulu's face turned from purple to black, then pink, and finally a bloody bubble gushed out of its eyes: "Farewell forever, my best friend."

It was very sad, and while wiping tears, it took out a wooden sign from the bottom of the table that [closed today].

"Uh...No hurry, don't mind making another glass of wine for me? The last one."

Yi Lin stretched out an index finger.

"good."

My best friend Wu Lulu skillfully prepared to make a cup of "rest" to make Yi Lin die happily.

"Ah, don't..."

Yi Lin hurriedly stopped him.

He rejected Wu Lulu's invitation, not really wanting to die.

Yi Lin confirmed to Wu Lulu again that no matter what level of the undead it is, he can only bear a glass of "Wu Lulu's cocktail" during the gap between entering and leaving the mission. Yi Lin speculated based on past experience that this is likely to be related to the fact that every time the undead returns, he will automatically repair his body and restore the setting of "backup".

Since I can only drink one...

Yi Lin thought for a moment and told Wu Lulu what she asked.

"Are you sure?"

Wu Lulu asked in surprise, this was the first time there was a dead soul, and he had made such an outrageous request to him. Of course, other undead souls and Wu Lulu had a pure transaction relationship, and he never thought that it would be for Wu Lulu to "customize the cocktail". Another reason is... expensive.

"You humans always have some strange hobbies and orientations."

Wu Lulu muttered, her hands burst out quickly, and in a blink of an eye, she prepared a glass of extreme gray wine.

In the bone wine cup, the thing that can barely be called "wine" is not the "liquid" in the conventional sense. It is like smoke and fog, and the gray gas condenses into a strange vortex in the wine cup.

"This cup is called 'The Abyss'."

This glass of wine actually has its own sound effect. Yi Lin stared at the glass and heard a sound from the glass that was like a resentful woman in the deep boudoir crying.

Yi Lin drank it all in one go.

Ding ~

A crisp sound came from Yi Lin's ears.

finally!

Breakthrough!

Lower limit!

Yi Lin hit the bar with a "bang" and a red bud appeared on her forehead.

He was now in pain and happiness. The taste of this glass of wine could not be described in words. This pain was not physical, but spiritual. A strong sense of uneasiness came. He raised his head and looked around subconsciously. In an instant, he had the strong illusion that "the whole world is ready to murder him", and he arose.

Depressing the discomfort caused by the "negative lock-break of the lucky value", Yi Lin paid the bill with ease.

In the strange expression of Wu Lulu's skin being split due to shock, Yi Lin handsomely handed over the last tens of thousands in the account to Wu Lulu.

Yi Lin left a chic back for Wu Lulu and waved her hand: "Goodbye, friend."

...

Return to the junction of the dead.

Yi Lin tossed and turned the panel, looking at the column "Lucky Value", inexplicably happy.

Negative number... It's good to negative, it's good to negative!

In this way, the enhancement of all skills that can turn brainlessly into AOE [Echo of Doom] is finally unlocked!

Because of this, Yi Lin officially bid farewell to "luck" and became the embodiment of bad luck. From now on, what are the winnings, draw cards, wishing pools, and so on, they have no relationship with him. But this doesn't matter. The strong never rely on luck, they all rely on strength... except Pan Zhengyi.

Having said that, he has never seen Pan Zhengyi in the world of the Dead.

Could it be that with Pan Zhengyi’s lucky value, no matter which timeline... it will not die?

Is this what it means?

Is it that outrageous?

After a trip to the Dead Town, the countdown in the black light column jumped from [32] to [35]. This process may be very slow, but there is never a shortage of undead in the world of undead. It is not as difficult as I imagined to select a hundred elite fighter jets from the huge [Tower of Death] area server.

That's what Yi Lin thinks now.

Now he doesn't know that his current situation is smaller.

Before entering the real 90th floor, Yi Lin did not leave the junction of the dead. He was always paying attention to the changes in the progress bar. As long as the psychic value is full, he would enter the pivot, knock on the throne, make up for it here, and make up for it.

In fact, in the process of creating the "Third of Infinite", Yi Lin vaguely felt the "method" to enter a higher level.

It is not as simple as truly completing the "Third of Infinity", but... taking the "Infinity" path to the extreme.

Death, war, famine, conquest, nightmare, shadow, pale...

The power dominated by "they" becomes their "name" itself.

Does this mean that when a certain force reaches its end, even enough to become a "concept" existence, it can be promoted to "master"?

Of course, now Yi Lin is still too far away for him to think about this issue.

I don't know how long it took.

Progress bar:【96/100】

Yi Lin sat quietly in front of the pillar of light, waiting silently.

Perhaps at the same moment, at the junction of different dead people, there were the other 96 dead souls standing at the top of all the undead pyramids, waiting for the moment when the progress bar filled up with different moods.

No one is with you or confide in. At this moment, all the dead are lonely and helpless, waiting for the end of the fight for a long time.
To be continued...