Where have all the people died?! Someone come quickly!!!”
Funeral parlor, the deepest room.
Xue was half lying on the chair, his body was badly damaged due to injuries. The terrifying force of nothingness was still biting at his wounds. The black mist around him was constantly trembling. He wanted to repair the wounds, but at the moment of contact, he could
It collapses quickly and cannot be condensed into shape.
He roared, tortured to death by the power of nothingness, and the shriveled heart in his hand beat from time to time, like a shriveled persimmon, which was extremely weird.
Of course, the injuries Jiang Qinian caused to him were far more than that. Since the end of the war that day, Xue Yi has been shutting himself in the deepest room, enduring the destruction of himself by forces such as nothingness and time. In severe cases, he even lost his human form.
It's hard to maintain.
"Crack!"
The shriveled heart was crushed by Xue Yi, and only a little thick juice splashed out. He ignored it and put the broken heart into his mouth to chew, and the pungent fishy smell spread.
One is very sweet, like a vulture that smells carrion and swallows the food in its mouth whole.
After the heart was swallowed, the body that was slowly collapsing seemed to be getting better. Xue Yi was like a drowning person who had just been raised, breathing in fresh air.
His empty eyes were bloodshot, and his pale and withered face was covered with bloodstains. Xue Yi covered his face and kept muttering in his mouth:
“Damn! Damn guy!!
All because of you! Because of you!! All because of you!!
Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn!!!
Damn it!!!”
Just as he was muttering bitterly, the body that had just relaxed was torn apart again. The power of nothingness crazily destroyed his body. A large amount of black mist spewed out from the wound, and his body began to relax, like
It's like the signal is poor, the burrs are flickering, the throat is hoarse, and there are bursts of low growling.
"Someone is coming!! I stepped on the horse and told someone to come quickly!!!"
Where are the people?!
Where the hell did they all go?!
Get me someone quickly!!"
"Dong dong dong~"
Just as Xue Yi was roaring like a wild beast, a clear and slow knock on the door sounded, and then a deep voice came from outside the door.
"Young Curator, do you have any instructions?"
"I told you!!
Call me Curator! Call me Curator! Are you deaf when you ride on a horse?!"
After finishing speaking, the voice outside the door seemed to be silent for a while. When Xue Yi was about to start swearing again, the voice rang again:
"Director, what are your orders?"
"Come in!!"
Squeak~
The door was pushed open from the outside, and a man in a tuxedo with a white rose hanging on his chest walked into the house.
Different from those salesmen, there is no number on the white rose on this man's chest, and there are two white mourning hangings floating slowly under it. As for the clothes he wears, the tuxedo is also very elegant, and the aura he exudes is more
Salesmen are more terrifying and powerful.
As the man walked in, the temperature in the room seemed to drop a bit.
He walked up to Xue Yi, bowed slightly, and then asked in a deep voice:
"Director, I'm here."
The man is very respectful in both his expression and behavior, but if you observe carefully, you can find that hidden under this respect is a sense of alienation, and the face hidden in the darkness is also full of disdain, as if he is a yin and a yang.
Violating appearance.
“Persimmons! Fresh persimmons!!
Go get me fresh persimmons quickly!!”
Xue Yi covered his head and said to the man in a hoarse voice.
He thought that the man would be as respectful as before and satisfy all his requests, but after he was tortured for a while, he realized that the man was still standing there as before, motionless.
"What are you doing stupidly!?!
Go get me some fresh persimmons! Do you hear me?!
I want fresh persimmons!! Are you deaf?!
Fresh persimmons! Immediately! Immediately!!!”
Hearing this, the man still didn't move. Xue Yi seemed to have noticed something was wrong. His heart skipped a beat. He endured the pain on his body and reached out to grab the man's face!!
"Bang!!"
In fact, Xue Yi's hand did not touch the man. Just when the hand was still one centimeter away from his face, it suddenly hit an invisible barrier.
A huge rebound force acted on Xue Yi's hand, shaking his fingers out of shape. The twisted fingers were like ferocious octopuses, dancing in the dim room. The huge force spread along the fingers to his arms.
Then it acted on Xue Yi.
Without warning, Xue Yi fell straight back, and the already deformed chair creaked continuously due to the impact. If Xue hadn't grabbed the table next to him with a quick glance, then at this time
Xue Yi may have fallen backwards.
After stabilizing his body, Xue Yi's expression became distorted with anger. He stared at the man's expressionless face, and then said through gritted teeth:
"Do you want to rebel?!"
"Young Curator, you need to calm down.
The curator told you before leaving that you must learn to control your temper and desires."
"I have said it many times! Call me curator, call me curator, call me curator!!
Don’t you, my slave, understand human language?!
Now! I! am the director of this funeral home!!
Do you understand or not?!"
Hearing this, the man paused and then nodded.
"clear."
“So get me fresh persimmons quickly!!!”
"Well... I'm sorry, you have almost eaten all the fresh persimmons, and you cannot use the rest easily."
"Why!?!"
Xue looked ferocious, looking like a man-eating evil ghost, completely lacking the calmness and confidence he had when he first appeared.
At this time, he was hysterical and in a crazy state. The blood stains on the corners of his mouth cracked again due to the distortion of his face. The emotion called reason was constantly dissipating, replaced by a wisp of greed to the extreme!!
That’s what the heart desires!!
He needs those fresh persimmons so bad!!
Bright red, it jumps in the hand, majestic and pure energy surges in it, the smooth taste and the wail of a desperate person bloom on the tip of the tongue!!!
The feeling of ecstasy made Xue Yi unable to stop. He desperately wanted fresh persimmons. The remaining spiritual power from the wound kept twitching his nerves, causing him to lose his mind several times!!
persimmon!!
Fresh persimmons!!
Xue Yi kept shouting in his heart, and the out-of-control black mist rushed through the room, destroying the furniture to pieces!
Seeing this, the man dressed as the master of ceremonies sighed softly. He raised his arm and waved it lightly, and the black mist that filled the room suddenly stopped as if the pause button had been pressed!!
Immediately afterwards, the black mist dissipated, and Xue Yi was like an eggplant beaten by frost, slumped on the chair with his eyes blank.
As for the depth of the eyes, there is a strong struggle!!
"You...what did you do to me?!"
Xue Yi asked through gritted teeth.
He wanted to kill the man, but his body was limp, as if all his strength had been drained away. Even the black mist that had the same origin as him fell into silence like a mud cow sinking into the sea.
"Alas...Young curator, you have failed to live up to the curator's expectations of you..."
The man sighed and shook his head, his brows and eyes filled with disappointment and disdain. He looked at Xue Yi as if he were looking at a mouse.
Perhaps stimulated by this kind of gaze, Xue Yi actually raised his arm at this moment. The black mist spread from his arm forward like a centipede, but the result was still the same as the beginning. The omnipotent black mist in the past fell on the man.
It stopped abruptly one centimeter in front, and then collapsed instantly amidst struggling and wailing as if it was pinched by an invisible big hand!!
"You...how dare you?!
I am...I am the new owner of the funeral home!!
You are just my slave!!
Don’t you want to eat the Lord today?!”
"The Devourer? Haha..."
The man snorted disdainfully, his brows and eyes full of ridicule.
"Are you afraid that you have misunderstood something?
No matter whether there are living people or dead bodies in this funeral home, there is only one owner from beginning to end, and that is the director of the funeral home."
"You...you fart!!
Nonsense! Complete nonsense!!
I am the heir to the funeral parlor appointed by my master! I am your new master!!
You...you bunch of slaves with evil intentions!!
I’m going to… I’m going to kill you!!”
Xue Yi had never suffered such humiliation before. He was so humiliated that he didn't even hate Jiang Qinian that much.
Now all he could see was the man's hateful face. He wanted to cut him into pieces. He wanted to tear that face off! He wanted to dig out the other person's heart and make him miserable!!
"Oh...so this is what you are talking about."
The man's movements were a bit exaggerated, as if he suddenly remembered something.
"Of course, these things are yours only if the curator gives them to you. If the curator doesn't give them to you, you can't rob them.
The curator did say something similar, but have you forgotten something?
The curator clearly said that all of this is based on the premise that you can only have it after you defeat Mr. Jiang, but the facts have proved that you were hunted down by Mr. Jiang like a lost dog, and we also sacrificed ourselves to save you.
A colleague.
Salesman No. 6 is indeed an idiot.
He wanted to pick up the leak, so he died.
But do you think this is really the case?
Of course not.
When that idiot appeared in front of Mr. Jiang, his death was already doomed.
You lost to Mr. Jiang, and a chess piece died as a result. What makes you think that after all this, you are still qualified to inherit the funeral home?"
"you………!!"
"Young Curator, please don't get excited. I'm just discussing the matter.
Mr. Curator, it is not that he cannot accept your failure, but no matter how much he tolerates it, there is always a limit.
Losing to Mr. Jiang is not something that cannot be tolerated. You cannot compare to Mr. Jiang. This fact has been anticipated by the curator.
But you should never get depressed after failure, or even surrender.
The curator is very disappointed with your performance.
Young Curator...oh no, I should call you a failure now.
The curator also said that he took it too naturally.
Even as an enemy, I have to admit that not just anyone in this world can compete with Mr. Jiang.
This kind of person can be said to be one in a million in ten thousand years. Even the curator is frightened by this. As for you...hehehe, it's just a failed experiment."
"No...this is impossible!! You lied to me!!
You are talking nonsense!! Master, how could he say that to me?!
It must be you, a slave, who wants to take advantage of Master's absence and try to change things!!
asshole!!
I'm going to... I'm going to kill you!!!"
Xue Yi's eyes were horrified, unwilling to believe what the man said.
Everything he has now was given by the old curator, so he knows better than anyone what it means if the old curator gives up on him!!
So...he doesn't want to believe it!!
The man in front of me must be seeking power and usurping the throne!!
right!!
That must be it!!
Xue Yi was talking nonsense like crazy. He desperately wanted to stand up from the chair and kill this rebellious slave, so that what he just said would not count.
By then, he will still be the old director’s favorite disciple, and he will still be the new successor of the funeral home!!
But all this is in vain.
The already dilapidated chair could no longer support his strength and shattered with a "click".
Xue Yi fell to the floor without any warning. His withered body struggled to twist, but he was unable to stand up due to the loss of strength.
His former dignity was thrown to the ground and trampled on at will. Unwilling to do so, he tried to grab the man's trouser leg, but in the end he missed it.
Looking at Xue Yi struggling on the ground like a dead dog, the man was indifferent. He backed away as if he was disgusted, as if he felt that being touched by Xue Yi would stain his clothes.
After the man glanced at Xue Yi with pity, he turned and walked out of the house. When he reached the door, he seemed to have remembered something, so he turned around again and said to Xue Yi:
"By the way, the old curator asked me to tell you that since you have failed, just calm down and accept the fate of failure.
Anyway, weren’t you just a wisp of unconscious emotion in the beginning?
The so-called fate of failure is just a return to the original appearance. Wherever you come from, you will go. Why would you not settle for such a relaxing destination?"
After that, the man ignored the hysterical Xue Yi, curled up his lips, pushed the door open and walked out.
The door representing hope has been closed, leaving only hysterical roars inside the door, like a wild beast at the end of its rope, struggling in vain before the arrival of the destined fate, and wailing is the only portrayal before falling into the abyss...
The heart-rending roar continued, but the man seemed not to hear it. After standing at the door for a while, he turned around and prepared to leave.
But the moment he just took steps, a deep voice suddenly came from behind him, causing him to freeze instantly.
"Have you finished all the things you were asked to do?"