Lynn's heart stirred slightly.
He pondered.
And obviously, every race had completely different thods for increasing their strength.
For example, evil spirits.
The ultimate hatred that erupted from Alice after learning the truth directly propelled her into the Death-On Tier.
That is to say.
Even though Alice seed harmless before him.
If her hatred fully erupted, it would absolutely be an unimaginable unprecedented disaster.
As for Little One, she should have just reached the edge of Root-level, capable of rivaling peak Monarchs, but if you add combat experience and various tools, peak Monarchs should be able to overpower Little One.
Big Brother Titan should be the strongest combat power among the ultimate horrors he had encountered so far, with Auntie Wushen coming second.
But even so, his head had been severed.
Clearly, beyond the Dark World, at higher levels, there existed even more unimaginable statuses.
For example.
That Supre Will in the Sight!
As for Teacher and Doll Mistress, as well as Blood-Robed Madam, they should be at roughly the sa level, but definitely lower than Death-On Tier.
But if they truly fought, wanting to exchange blows with Alice shouldn't be difficult.
But Lynn thought.
Between above level one hundred and below Blood-Robed Madam, there should be a gap.
There should be one or several tiers.
Because Blood-Robed Madam and Teacher could absolutely be considered elites among elites, so below them should be the true pillars of the entire Dark World.
The middle section of the pyramid!
Lynn raised his head and said, "What tier do creatures below level one hundred belong to?"
A brief silence.
This ti, the System gave him a reply.
[All Living Beings]
......
"Brother."
Alice snapped him out of his thoughts.
"What's wrong?" Lynn returned to his senses and showed a faint smile.
Alice lifted her hand covered in suture threads, hugged her body that had been stitched together crookedly, opened her mouth, and shook her head, saying:
"Uncomfortable."
Then Lynn imdiately saw that the sutured area at her throat was slowly leaking the syrup she had just eaten.
Lynn: "..."
Alright.
After all, this was a horror world where anything could happen!
......
Splash splash—
In one of the rooms in the backyard.
Lynn poured hot water into a large wooden tub, then added lots of soapberries, imdiately causing the tub to bubble with copious white foam.
Lynn waved toward Alice peeking at the door, curled his lips, raised his chin, and said:
"Co on!"
"Last ti I was too rushed, so I stitched you up roughly. First take a bath, then big brother will stitch you up again properly, guaranteeing no leaks this ti."
Alice slowly drifted inside.
She looked at the tub full of foam, then lifted her head, opened her misty eyes, and stretched her hands toward Lynn.
The aning was obviously clear.
She wanted her brother to help bathe her.
"..."
This imdiately touched upon a blind spot in Lynn's thinking.
Lynn froze in place for half a second.
Then he seriously crouched down, looked at Alice and said, "Alice, first you need to understand that you're a girl. Bathing is sothing you shouldn't let the opposite sex help with, even your real brother, let alone who's just your adopted brother."
Alice looked up and asked, "Why...?"
Lynn said seriously, "Because you're still young and don't understand."
Alice was stunned for a mont, then said intermittently, "Brother... how old?"
Lynn smiled slightly and said, "Seventeen, almost eighteen!"
Alice lowered her head, looked at her ten stitched fingers, and said, "Alice..."
She lifted her head, misty-eyed, and said, "201 years old."
"..."
Silence fell around them.
The smile on Lynn's face froze stiffly in place.
She must be counting her age after death.
Right.
But that definitely shouldn't count!
Because if age after death counted, then Little One would be over three thousand years old!
Indeed, in this Dark World, you really couldn't use human standards to distinguish things, otherwise you'd definitely encounter many bugs!
Looking at Alice's hopeful gaze.
Lynn finally held his forehead and said seriously, "Just this once! Next ti you have to do it yourself! Understand?"
Alice blinked her eyes and didn't respond to him.
......
Lynn clenched his fists with cracking sounds, gritted his teeth, and washed Alice's hair with a towel while she was in the foam.
He lifted his head and said:
"Shut up!"
Always giving you a completely impure achievent in clearly pure situations was really too malicious.
This was clearly just routine care and nurturing.
How did it beco twisted when coming from the System!
A few minutes later.
Splash splash—
Accompanied by the sound of water.
Lynn wrapped a large bath towel around Alice, picked her up and placed her on the table, then under Alice's curious gaze, took out a package of high-quality silk thread from the operating room.
Lynn sat seriously before her, looked into her curious, wet big eyes, pressed her feet against his leg to prevent her from moving around.
Then he took out a needle and said seriously:
"Alice, I'm going to start removing the stitches. If it hurts, endure it for now, or first transform into your ghost state and leave your body. After I stitch you up properly, you can possess it again."
Alice hugged the bath towel, shook her head, blinked her eyes, and didn't reply.
But the aning was clear.
She was an evil spirit.
She didn't have the sensation of pain, unless holy attacks were used to burn her soul.
Because for evil ghosts, the body was just a shell.
Lynn said seriously, "Good! Then I'm starting!"
Saying this, Lynn adjusted his monocle, regained his composure, and quickly removed the suture threads from her ankles, then picked up the needle and thread.
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