My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

Chapter 38 I just had a nightmare! Stop asking questions!

At the same time, on the other side.

Galan was lying on the floor of the hall thinking about life. Herobrine had left him here alone and had no idea where he was going.

I don’t know how long I have been in this world, and the time I have spent with you all is really wonderful.

He lay quietly in the hall with his face facing the sky. After Herobrine left, the surroundings seemed to gradually become quiet, and the man's thoughts gradually wandered without him noticing.

So quiet... Galan seemed a little sleepy.

Suddenly, he sat up again from the ground, looking at the quiet environment around him, feeling a little uncomfortable.

So, Galan got up from the ground and went to the training ground to play happily with the undead.

When he arrived at the training ground, he found that there was hardly any monster here.

"Eh? Where are the people!!!" Galan shouted in surprise. Even if the undead were not there, the training ground should be the place with the most people anyway.

Now there is not even a single hair here. Could it be that those guys are sneaking around doing something unknown? But this shouldn't be the case. They should all be training at this time.

Galan was a little bit unbelievable. Just when he was stunned, he suddenly found a familiar figure appearing in the distance. It seemed to be Herobrine?

"My king?" Galan narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to see the figure in the distance.

'Herobrine' seemed to look back at him, then started walking in another direction without looking back, followed by other people Galan was familiar with.

"Wait! Where are you going?!"

Galan panicked and ran towards the direction where they left, but found that he seemed to be a million miles away from them and could not catch up with them no matter how hard he tried.

When Galan really couldn't catch up, he gradually stopped, leaned forward slightly, supported his knees and took a deep breath. His back was soaked with sweat and his inner clothes were stuck to the surface of his skin.

Galan wiped the sweat from his forehead, and when he raised his head, Herobrine and the others were already standing in front of him.

"Ha...why...why are you running so fast?" After taking a short break, Galan straightened up again and looked at them with some confusion.

But no one answered his question. Such an indifferent attitude made Galan feel a little strange.

"Why... is everyone silent?" Galan tried to break the deadlock, but he always felt something was odd. Was it his own illusion?

"Galan... you are too weak, please stop following me." 'Herobrine' spoke softly, his eyes revealing emotions that Galan could not understand.

Because no matter what he did before, Herobrine never blamed him or drove him away.

When he heard those words from Herobrine himself, Galan's heart trembled slightly, and his jawline gradually became tense, as if he was enduring some unspeakable emotion.

"Why... why? Did I do something wrong?" Galan's body was shaking slightly, as if something was hitting his heart hard, and the panic on his face was revealed in an instant.

"What else do you do every day besides slacking off and causing trouble in the training ground?" The familiar yet unfamiliar voice of the Undead sounded in his ear, with a hint of blame in the tone.

Galan was about to refute him, but he felt as if his throat was tightly pinched by something, which made him feel uncomfortable and a little panicked.

Why...can't I speak?

"You are such a weak guy, you are of no use at all. Why are you here?" 'Null' slowly walked out from the impenetrable shadows, his eyes undoubtedly revealing contempt for him.

"You are such a self-willed guy. You ran into the enemy camp without understanding the situation... If you want to die, I will not accompany you. I should just leave you there!" The figure of the 'Blue Devil' also appeared in front of him. He seemed to be such a gentle person in his impression, but the words he said now were so cold and chilling.

Then more voices containing negative emotions began to reverberate in Galan's ears like ethereal echoes.

"You're acting like a child. You don't belong in this world!"

"Why are you here?"

"A guy who has no fighting ability at all..."

"You're not needed here!"

"Are you trying to be funny here? Whose attention are you trying to attract?"

"You clown...go back to where you belong!"

Go back? But... where can I go back to? The original world? But... I'm already dead.

Galan's eyes inevitably turned red. He raised his hands and covered his ears tightly, trying to block out all the sounds from the outside world.

“Don’t… don’t say anymore… I… didn’t… mean it…” Galan’s lips trembled slightly, and his breathing gradually became rapid and heavy, as if the friendly scenes before were ruthlessly distorted and torn apart like an illusion.

Without any warning, a tear fell from Galan's red eyes, and then tears continued to fall like pearls from a broken string.

"sorry….…."

Galan held back his tears and slowly raised his head, trying not to let them see how embarrassed he was. Even if he tried hard, the tears would not go his way.

Finally, he seemed to compromise, and his lips moved slightly as if he was saying something.

I am now

But he only said half of it, and in an instant the whole world seemed to collapse and shattered, and the cracks gradually spread to the entire world.

At this moment, a familiar and flustered voice sounded in his ears.

"Galan?! Wake up! Why did you fall asleep in the hall?

Then, Galan, who was awakened, gradually opened his eyes with red in the corners, and what came into his sight was the familiar face of the undead.

"Dead...spirit?" Galan was still a little dazed. He hadn't recovered from everything in his dream, but he seemed to notice that everything just now seemed to be a dream.

"I'm here, I'm here! Guaian!" The undead held him in his arms, gently patted his back to comfort him, and then asked him worriedly: "What's wrong with you? Why did you fall asleep in the hall? You are such a grown-up... why are you crying? Did my king bully you? Tell me, I will help you and my king seek justice!"

I don’t know if it was telepathy or what, but Herobrine and several others appeared in the hall. Seeing this scene, they all looked confused.

"Undead, what's going on?" Null was the first to step forward and ask, staring at the guy's red eyes and tear marks on his face, and fell into deep thought.

Although he didn't have much contact with this guy, he could feel that this child had a simple personality and had almost no malice. He was one of the few white flowers in the world.

It’s the little white flower that my king raises in the Undead Legion. Although they don’t have much contact, he still waters it occasionally.

And who would be so brave as to touch the flowers grown in one's own home in front of the Tai Sui's head?

The wings of the angel of death trembled and contracted slightly. His face was solemn and he said nothing, but he was obviously in a bad mood.

The same thing happened to the Blue Demon who came back with them. His trident had just been recharged.

Herobrine and 303 looked at each other. Although they didn't understand what was going on, the child didn't look like a crybaby.

Did something happen while they were away?

"Galan, what's wrong? Who bullied you?" 303 came forward and asked him worriedly.

Who would have thought that the guy simply ignored him and buried his head in the arms of the undead, refusing to take it out.

Oh my god, how can I say that I cried during a nightmare?! I am so ashamed!!!

"Uh... I think this matter has something to do with my king. When I found him, he was lying on the floor of the hall, and when I woke him up, he was like this."

When the Undead just said this, Herobrine, as their king, clearly felt the strange looks from his subordinates. In fact, even he himself didn't know what was going on.

"? I didn't do anything." Herobrine rarely showed a look of surprise on his face.

The looks in those guys' eyes seemed to be saying, so you are this kind of God of the Dead.

"No, really not...how could I bear to do that?" Herobrine couldn't believe it and even said something that was totally inconsistent with his status.

Just when Herobrine was about to be wrongly accused to death by his subordinates, our 'protagonist' finally spoke.

"No...it's not our king's fault." Galan's choked voice reached everyone's ears.

But this sentence only made their misunderstanding deeper. Herobrine clearly saw that the eyes of his subordinates gradually became contemptuous.

"It's not his fault, I just had a nightmare! I dreamed that you didn't want me anymore!" Galan's face turned red and he didn't care about his face at all, shouting to explain for Herobrine.

"Is this enough? Stop asking! Ah! This is so embarrassing!!!"

Galan's mood exploded on the spot, and of course, apart from his shameful mood, everyone present was stunned.

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