The rotten corpse's mouth was full of mud, and as soon as he opened his mouth, the microphone Liang De stretched out turned into a thick dark chocolate cone.
Liang De waited for him to spit out the mud, threw away the contaminated microphone, took another one out of his pocket and handed it over.
“Brother, I’m not from any TV station, I’m from the media.”
“I don’t accept interviews from self-media!”
The corpse put his hands behind his back, raised his chest and protruded his belly, and pointed his double chin towards the microphone, making a harsh criticizing voice.
“What a mess, isn’t it enough for you self-media to compile the news yourself? You have to edit it anyway, so why do you have to interview it? Can’t you just be more direct?”
“At first glance, you don’t look like a reporter from a serious unit. Are you cool?
“I was sleeping well in the sewer. Without saying a word, he dragged me up and asked such stupid questions that even a stupid person couldn’t ask.
“Am I happy? What does it have to do with you whether I am happy or not? Who am I to tell you?
“And did I let you interview? Did I agree to your interview?
"You take up my precious life at will, without any respect for people. What's wrong, the dead don't need to sleep? The time of the dead is no longer time?"
“Brother, brother, I was wrong, brother.”
Liang De became more and more excited as he watched the corpse speak. He outputted words as he walked, each sentence carrying splash damage. He quickly pushed out an internal energy barrier to keep him and his mud at a safe distance.
“Well, Brother Shi, no, what do you call me brother?”
Brother Zombie looked him up and down and said, "You are quite old, but not as young as me. Call me Brother Wang!"
“Brother Wang, nice to meet you.”
Liang De took out his right hand from Haina's magic treasure, grabbed his right elbow with his right hand, and shook hands with Brother Wang in a second-stage relay, completing his first intimate contact with this extraordinary creature in this world.
Previously, Liang De used his warrior spiritual sense to scan the sky and the earth. The person with the strongest negative energy in the whole street was the one in front of him.
His negative energy is so strong that even the rats and cockroaches in the sewers can't stand it. If you want to find out "the worst person in this street", you have to interview him.
However, the preservation of the brain of this rotten brother seems not to be ideal, the spirit body is turbid, and the fluctuations of consciousness are very chaotic.
If the fluctuation of consciousness of a normal person is a regular curve, then his fluctuation of consciousness may be the K-line of an A stock.
So, although Brother Wang...well, this corpse looks outgoing and straightforward, but in essence he is a cheerful psychopath. It is difficult to say whether we can truly and effectively communicate with him.
…Anyway, let’s chat first, just as if we were making friends.
Liang De threw away his right hand and said seriously:
“Brother Wang, please don’t tell secrets. In fact, behind this interview, the survival of the entire Blue Star is related.
“On the surface, I am an ordinary reporter...”
“Stop putting money on your face, you are a reporter, you are a self-media.”
“Brother Wang, this is not the point. The point is that Blue Star will be destroyed in the next few days, and I am the doomsday reminder assistant from the oldest Blue Star. In other words, I am the brave man from another world!”
Liang De raised his left thumb and pressed it back against his chest. At the same time, he stirred the air with the golden snake resonance method, causing strong winds in the sewer, creating a tense atmosphere of impending rain.
He shook his bald head, found a rhythm, twisted his hips twice, picked up the microphone and shouted:
“Blue Star is about to be destroyed, and everyone rushes into the streets. Day after night, I keep traveling through it, and meet you in this world, just to save everything!”
…”
After singing, the old corpse king became as silent as a dead man.
“Lao Liang, don’t you feel embarrassed? Can you speak normally?”
Li Zhixian raised her head and tried hard to control her expression that was about to collapse. Because the difficulty was too high, her fists clenched tighter and tighter.
Liang De had an inscrutable expression on his face and typed a reply:
“Oh, the most serious consequence of embarrassment is social death. I have no social connections here, so there is nothing to be afraid of.
“You can tell from the expressions on your and Lao Wang’s faces that I have successfully conveyed my message from the Ancient Blue Star in an impressive way.
“The blue star in this world witnessed the scene just now, and it must be deeply remembered. When it gossips about me with the blue star in the other world, my goal will be achieved.”
Li Zhixian: "Then have you ever thought that the Ancient Blue Star thinks you are too embarrassing and will expel you from the star?"
“Brother Xian, wait a moment, Lao Wang is about to run away.”
Liang De caught up with the old carrion king who turned around and ran away, and ran side by side with him in the wide sewer.
“Brother Wang, please don’t leave. The interview is not finished yet, and Blue Star is still waiting for us to rescue him. Brother Wang, please stop.”
The Carrion King ran faster, "Do you think I will believe your lies, brave man from another world? You even speak with a fucking Nancheng accent, which is stronger than mine. Only a ghost will believe you!"
Liang De trotted to catch up, "I downloaded and installed the local language pack to save the world. If I can't even solve the language problem, what the hell?"
The Carrion King waved his arms wildly, "Just make it up. You must have some ulterior motives for me. Humph, I will never be fooled. You can go interview other people!"
Liang De followed him like a shadow and made progress together with Lao Wang.
“Brother Wang, please give me some face. It’s useless to interview other people. I can’t choose the number one person in this street without you!”
“You want to choose the happiest person on this street? Find me?!”
“No, I just want to choose the street that is the worst.”
When the old corpse king heard this, he was so angry that he suddenly stopped.
Due to the effect of inertia, Lao Wang lost a lot of facial skin care mud, revealing his relatively complete facial features and angry expression.
“What are you talking about? This street is the worst, come to me?!”
“Yes.” Liang De nodded.
“You have schizophrenia, you! They say I’m not normal, but I think you’re not normal.”
Lao Wang waved his clearly visible arms and said loudly:
“It is undeniable that I have encountered some problems in my life, and my appearance and temperament are not as good as before. But if you want to say that I am the worst in this street, I can only say that your stereotype of us ghouls is too serious.
“Look at this sewer, it has a usable area of several thousand square meters. I live alone, and there are dedicated personnel cleaning it every day, so I don’t have to worry about it.
"I don't need to eat or wear anything. I don't have an old man above me or a young man under me. I can sleep when I want and play when I want. I'm not like those people outside who go out at 6 or 7 o'clock and come home after 9 o'clock. My salary disappears as soon as I get it. My credit card is gone every month."
Are office workers who make minimum repayments much happier?"
“Brother Wang, what you said makes sense. Who do you think is the saddest, most angry person on this street, and who wants to destroy the world the most?”
Liang Decheng asked sincerely.
…
At the other end of the sewer, two figures wearing apricot suits and sneakers panted heavily and placed a Bagua altar welded with manhole covers and scrap steel bars on the ground.
The middle-aged Taoist priest in his forties wiped his sweat, opened the memo on his flip phone, carefully checked the ritual, and said to his disciple:
“That evil corpse is becoming more and more fierce and invincible. If we want to conquer the demons, we can only ask the ancestor to come down to earth.”