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Martial Master

Chapter 5718: Restoration of Memories 🧠

Published: February 2, 2025

The breathtaking undead shook her head and said, “You go tell Lord Baka that I am very grateful for his care over the years, but my heart already belongs to someone else.”

The expressions of the other undead changed dramatically, and they shouted angrily, “Crimson Face, don’t toast to the meal and then eat the punishment wine!”

“Lord Baka has taken such care of you, and you still dare to like another undead?”

“If it weren’t for Lord Baka, you would have long been captured and ravaged to death by other undead. How could you have lived to this day?”

The numerous undead present were filled with rage as they spoke.

Baka was the king of this castle, a powerful half-step great emperor, and a well-known figure in this small world, possessing his own territory.

Naturally, he commanded a large number of undead, and those present were all supporters of this powerful being.

Without Baka’s protection, these undead would have suffered heavy losses in this ruthless world, perhaps even not living to see the arrival of the reincarnation.

And the Crimson Face before them was an undead born in this era, though not particularly strong in cultivation, she possessed an exotic charm that blended yin and yang. The moment Lord Baka saw her, he was captivated by her and deeply infatuated.

Typically, undead only have one gender, either male or female.

However, this Crimson Face was stunningly beautiful, yet there was an inexplicable masculine aura emanating from her, which deeply attracted Lord Baka.

Over the years, Baka had been utterly compliant with Crimson Face, never allowing her to fight even once, nor requiring her to sacrifice anything for survival.

But now, hearing that the Crimson Face, whom Lord Baka was so infatuated with, had found someone else and betrayed him, how could everyone not be furious?

“For so many years, you’ve stayed in this castle, how could you have a beloved? Is it another undead in this castle?”

“Tell us, who is that scoundrel?”

The undead were extremely angry, not allowing any green to exist above Lord Baka's head.

“I don’t know,” Crimson Face shook her head and replied.

“Don’t know?” The undead were taken aback, growing even angrier: “Crimson Face, at such a time, you still want to protect that traitor. Who is it?”

Angry shouts echoed throughout the air.

In their view, Crimson Face was still defending that traitor.

“I really don’t know,” Crimson Face insisted.

“Crimson Face, if you have any dissatisfaction with me, you can just say it. As long as I can do it, I will definitely correct it.”

Suddenly—

With a whoosh, a figure suddenly appeared in the great hall. It was a robust man, as strong as an iron tower, wearing a black cloak, standing tall in the void as if he had teleported.

Seeing this person, many undead hurriedly knelt down, each carrying an expression of respect and admiration: “Lord Baka.”

This person was none other than the master of the Castle of the Undead, Baka.

“Lord Baka.” The stunning undead, Crimson Face, also stood up and slightly bowed in greeting.

The robust man, Baka, approached the breathtaking undead, his large hand grasping her slender wrist, placing it in the center of his palm. Crimson Face's face flushed as she struggled to pull away, but Baka’s hand was as immovable as a mountain.

“Crimson Face, my feelings for you are like the flowing River of the Undead, always the same, never changing for this entire era.”

The robust man, Baka, gazed gently at the stunning undead: “If you have any dissatisfaction with me, you can tell me. I will surely change, but you cannot use this reason to stop my love for you.”

Baka’s eyes burned hotly as he looked at Crimson Face, completely captivated by her mixed gender aura, making his blood boil and his whole body tremble.

“Lord Baka, you misunderstand. I really do have a beloved,” Crimson Face replied hastily.

“Still lying to me?” Baka sighed: “All these years, you’ve been in my castle. Even if I’m not beside you at times, I’m always paying attention to you with my spiritual sense. When you sleep, when you’re in a daze, when you eat, and even when you do certain private things, I am always watching you. I know exactly who you’ve been in contact with.”