He needs a body suitable for living to ensure that the Duke lives in a healthy and healthy way for a long time.

In fact, there are many bodies to choose from, but the butler chose the one who is closest to the Duke.

He knew that the Duke's *blocked keyword *loved his husband so much. If the witch doctor lived in the body of the *blocked keyword *, he might be influenced by the original owner and always be loyal to the Duke.

So that night, the housekeeper only resurrected the Duke, and the witch doctor occupied the body of the *blocked keyword*, and in return, he recalled the undead of the servants.

But she did not stay in the castle, but went to the church in the town and disguised herself as a nun. Because there were more living people in the town, enough for her to use.

The housekeeper was afraid that the duke would be sad when he woke up, so he chopped off the woman among the couple he had deceived, made a messy look, and put a mask on her.

He said to the Duke: "The resurrection failed, I don't know what went wrong."

The duke stood beside the pool of blood, staring at half of his face under the mask without turning around, and after a long time, he said to the butler: "Pack it into the box."

From then on, turn a blind eye.

He could ask the witch doctor to change his body, but he didn't.

He just acquiesced to hide "Alisa" under the bed, and asked the people from all the castle to wear masks with her, showing everyone how much he missed the other person.

But... she will never be resurrected.

The mahogany box was finally knocked open, and a young woman with disheveled hair jumped out and met her equally miserable husband at a corner, leaving here with her.

In the corridor wrapped in scarlet flames, oil paintings scattered all over the floor, the paint was roasted to dry and cracked, turning to charred, and the frame burned like carbon.

The corners of the Duke's *blocked keyword*'s mouth tightened in the scorching process, from smiling upwards to straight, and slightly pulled down, like disgust and sadness.

Her body lay in the once magnificent bedroom, while the Duke's original body was buried under a scorched earth. They were thousands of meters apart, one turned into coke and the other rotted into mud, and there would never be any intersection again.

Outside the castle, Jiang Yuan rolled and crawled into the crowd. Zhou Qi hugged him and laughed and jumped, and finally cried loudly.

A further away, the Invigilator received a notice.

The system sounded the longest alarm ever, but only gave the three invigilators a white note.

Because it cannot find any basis for punishment, nor can it find any rules to explain... why two people with no memory, who have an opposite identity after several years, can still get together.

So love and hate are really strange things.

Some rotted and buried early.

Some are deeply engraved.161
Chapter completed!