Ark Undead

"What's wrong with you?"

Upon hearing this voice, the person standing at the front trembled. She stared wide-eyed at the undead in front of her and asked incredulously.

"Mr... Mr. Wandering Spirit?!"

"?" The Undead had never heard of this title before, and he couldn't help but look at the woman in front of him.

With her long, messy white hair, she looked like a big white cat.

"Who are you?"

"Don't you remember me?! I'm Hannah!"

Upon hearing the immortal's words, the woman subconsciously responded, then took a step back and looked at the immortal in front of her with suspicion.

"You're not Mr. Wandering Ghost?"

"If, you say, Victoria's, wandering soul."

The Undead paused for a moment, wondering if it was inaccurate to say it that way, but he still spoke.

"I don't remember anymore. But someone told me that I am a wandering spirit."

When the Undead saw the white-haired girl in front of him who called herself Hannah, he felt that she was somewhat familiar, especially her white hair.

Although Skadi also had white hair, it didn't give him that strange sense of familiarity.

So the immortal asked.

"You...know me?"

"Maybe..."

Hannah wasn't quite sure either. Although Mr. Ghost had a habit of never taking off his armor, the armor in front of her was different from before, and the weapon he was using had changed from a longsword to a greatsword.

The voice was familiar, but it still sounded too young, quite different from the old Mr. Wandering Soul.

The most important thing is...

Although his speech was still intermittent, it was incredibly clear!

This is completely different from the time when Hannah would have to think for ages about what Mr. Ghost would say!

In short.

Hannah gripped the finger cot in her hand, looking at the undead in front of her with fierce determination.

"Let's have a fight first! Before I can confirm your identity, let me see if your skills are as good as his!"

Without even saying a word, Hannah rushed forward and punched the Undead's helmet.

In fact, Hannah was almost certain that the man in front of her was an immortal, but she still needed to confirm it.

Moreover, it has been a long time since I have consulted Mr. Youhun about his martial arts.

For Hannah, the best way to get to know her is to fight her.

When Mr. Ghost first arrived in Victoria, wasn't it through this same method that he met the Glasgow Gang?

The Undead first glanced at the group behind Hannah, but none of the torchbearers made a move.

Many of them even started chatting with their friends.

"Heh, wanna bet? Let's see how many moves it takes for Big Sister to fall?"

"I'll bet three moves."

Two members huddled together, grinning as they watched the two of them, ready to wait for Hannah to fall to the ground.

"Three moves? That's too few! She's the eldest sister!"

A new member nearby looked at the two of them suspiciously; in his eyes, Hannah was already very strong.

"Even if this wandering spirit is as terrifying as the legends say, my older sister should still be able to fight it for a while, right?"

"Too little?"

One of the two veteran members smiled and patted the new member next to him on the shoulder.

"I think that's too much, isn't it? That's Mr. Wandering Soul, after all!"

Before I could hear anything, Hannah's fist was already upon me.

The force of the punches was so fierce that even the clenched finger guards on the fists were clearly visible.

The immortal felt something was off, so he didn't hit too hard the first time.

He leaned back, reached out to block Hannah's fist, then grabbed Hannah's wrist with his other hand, preparing to strike Hannah's armpit with his left hand.

But the large white cat was very alert. The moment the undead blocked its fist, it took the opportunity to lunge into the undead's arms.

He first kicked the Undead man's right knee diagonally, then leaped into the air, grabbed the Undead man's arm with his left hand, drew a semi-circle in the air, and stood behind the Undead man.

With a strange excitement in her eyes, she twisted her right hand, which had been grabbed, to grab the immortal's hand in return, while her left hand seized the immortal's right forearm.

With legs sinking and upper body bending down, the waist, spine, and arms exert force simultaneously, using this back-turn to violently throw the undead man away!

boom!

But it wasn't the immortal who flew out, but Hannah.

The Undead, standing still, simply raised his arm with force, and then, as if swinging a greatsword, grabbed Hannah's wrist, lifted her from behind, and slammed her to the ground in front of him.

Hannah felt herself spin around, initially facing the house of the undead, and then she saw the sky.

Then her entire back slammed to the ground, causing her to wince in pain.

The Undead's right hand was still pressed against the ground, pinning Hannah down, while his left hand was just raised, ready to deliver a blow to Hannah on the ground.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Hannah quickly shouted for them to stop, and when she saw the Undead raise his left hand, he was terrified.

After fighting the Undead once, I was bedridden for three to five days. I can't let that happen again.

The Undead's left fist stopped abruptly just as it reached Hannah.

The people behind Hannah did not come up, but instead cheered and whistled.

"Wow! My sister got beaten up, I'm so happy!"

"Ha, as expected of Mr. Wandering Soul, only he could pull off such a counter-throw technique!"

"Damn, I've been hit by this move by the boss so many times, what's the solution?"

"Forget about it, unless you have the explosive power of Mr. Wandering Soul, and can lift Big Sister up like you're catching a kitten."

These kind words reached the Undead's ears, causing him to slowly release his grip on Hannah's right hand. He looked up and glanced at the people standing around him, both men and women.

But they all looked at the immortal, casting more or less admiring glances at him.

The feeling was strange, as if they had known each other for a long time. But the Undead himself had no recollection of it.

"Cough... As expected of you, you always strike so hard."

Hannah coughed twice, rolled on the ground a couple of times, and reached up to touch her spine.

Hannah's body reacted automatically to resist being knocked down, so her injury shouldn't be serious.

The Undead could sense that Hannah's first punch didn't actually use much force. On the contrary, the power of her final over-the-shoulder throw was quite impressive in the Undead's eyes.

Moreover, she seemed very familiar with the undead's counterattack methods. Her reaction after being grabbed the first time was as practiced as if she had sparred with the undead many times.

The Undead stretched out his right hand toward Hannah on the ground.

Thanks!

Hannah smiled and grasped the Undead's right hand, and he pulled her up from the ground.

The Undead looked at Hannah in front of him, and no matter how carefully he looked at her, he could only feel a sense of familiarity.

There are no memories associated with it.

"You... really... know me?"

The Undead asked Hannah with a puzzled look, still somewhat uncertain.

"Of course! What you're saying."

Hannah smiled as she looked at the undead in front of her.

"When you left Victoria before, didn't you say you had some serious illness in your chest that Victoria couldn't cure?"

Hannah pointed to the undead's chest and then continued.

"Besides, your thinking and reactions were already quite slow back then, and I was afraid you'd develop Alzheimer's one day. I never expected your reactions and logical thinking to be so clear now. Has your illness been cured?"

As she said this, Hannah waved her hand in front of the undead again.

"Did the treatment leave any aftereffects? Can't you remember things from before?"

Actually, by the time Hannah finished speaking, the Undead had already realized what was going on.

Hannah was probably referring to the dark ring on his chest.

That was something he regained after turning to ashes, under Londor's guidance, and it granted him considerable combat power. However, it also left him with the aftereffect of gradually turning into a wandering spirit and forgetting his past memories.

The Undead has never told anyone about this, so if Hannah knows about it, she must know him.

"Yes, almost cured."

Even the immortals are still a little unaccustomed to this feeling.

It's the feeling of knowing the other person knows you, but not knowing them.

It's so painful. Where have all those precious memories gone?

"But I can't remember the past."

"It's okay if you can't remember, as long as you're cured."

Hannah smiled and happily extended her right hand.

"It's great to see you back. Let's get to know each other again. I'm Hannah from the Glasgow Gang. It's nice to meet you again. Welcome back, Mr. Ghost!"

The Undead looked at Hannah's right hand, paused for two seconds, and then reached out to grasp it.

"Undead, it's a pleasure to meet you, Hannah."