The Soul Within the Lich Phylactery

Black Bear was a little stunned, unable to react.

The next moment, before Black Bear could figure out what had happened, another beehive rolled out of the grass with a gurgling sound and came to a stop at his feet.

Then came a third, a fourth...

In the end, seven or eight beehives lay beside him, all their honey cleaned out, waiting to be enjoyed.

Black Bear suddenly felt a little dizzy—not from hunger, but entirely from happiness.

What was wrong with this world? Could beehives really pop out of the ground by themselves now? If that was true, hadn't all the effort he had spent stealing beehives before been incredibly stupid? Black Bear habitually scratched his head.

At that moment, there was a rustle, and someone stepped out of the grass. It was Shande, looking at Black Bear.

Black Bear froze, suddenly seeming to understand something.

Shande spoke slowly to Black Bear, his expression serious. "I'm leaving this place. I felt that the way I treated you before wasn't very good, so I came to see you before leaving and brought you some gifts along the way. Once I give you the gifts, I'll disappear from your world. Of course..."

After a slight pause, Shande said to Black Bear, "Of course, if you want to leave with me, I wouldn't mind taking you along. But it might be very dangerous for you, so you need to be prepared."

After speaking, Shande looked at Black Bear.

Black Bear glanced at Shande. It was unclear whether he understood, but he turned around and left without a word, his body disappearing into the woods.

Shande's expression stiffened slightly. After a while, his ice ball-like eyes shifted as he pursed his lips. "Are you still angry about before? Well, that's normal. It's the