At the entrance of the small town hospital, Mr. Smith briefly talked with the police who came to inquire... This was nothing more than explaining the height, age and characteristics of the missing child.
"Don't worry, sir, the security here has always been very good. As you know, the child will be fine." The police officer comforted him a little and left quickly.
It's not that Mr. Smith isn't worried about oe at this time, but because he really can't leave the hospital, otherwise he might have been driving around the town constantly looking for oe's whereabouts.
At this time, he even had the fear of not returning to the operating room. If the operation failed, he would be in unbearable pain for the rest of his life.
Mr. Smith reached out and pinched the bridge of his nose. No matter what, he had to do it now!
"Hey!"
Mr. Smith heard such a voice, as if calling him, as if it was behind him, he turned around subconsciously, and saw a man wearing a white shirt with long hair tied up. He was wearing a pair of
White gloves.
White gloves, this is the most profound impression on Mr. Smith. His brain is remembering this profound moment, but at the same time, a loud sound of breaking things also sounded behind Mr. Smith. He had just turned around.
Coming from the body.
It was a flowerpot that fell from upstairs. The flowerpot had obviously been broken into pieces, and the mud was scattered all over the floor. Even Mr. Smith's shoes were covered with a lot of mud.
Originally, the flowerpot should have hit him. If someone hadn't called him suddenly, Mr. Smith couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. He couldn't even imagine that his wife was in the operating room and his son OE
When he disappeared again, if he was hit by this flower pot, what would happen to this family?
"Listen to me, you not only saved my life, but maybe you also saved a family that was about to be broken up."
Continuous blows have almost caused Mr. Smith's spirit to collapse. The feeling after this danger even made his voice hoarse. He couldn't help but cover his eyes, "I don't know... I really don't know... I don't know."
How should I put it... you know, I originally had a very happy family, but..."
He finally cried, looking at the man who might have saved his life by chance, "Actually, I just want to thank you properly...but I don't know why...it turned out like this...I didn't expect it."
I will cry later... At least at this time, I shouldn't cry, sir... So, what I actually want to say is, thank you, really thank you!"
The man in front of him walked up to Mr. Smith, then took out a tissue and handed it to him, "I think you need this, sir."
"Thank you, really thank you."
The emotional breakdown was only an instant, but Mr. Smith recovered quickly, "I think I'm going back, the people inside are still waiting for me... at least I need to be by their side. Forgive me for not being able to thank you properly."
...Please be sure to tell me your name and address, and I will thank you very much."
"No need." He shook his head, "Go where you should go quickly, maybe it's still too late."
He didn't even explain what it was, but Mr. Smith seemed to be able to understand the meaning of the other party's words... Mr. Smith hesitated for a moment and nodded.
Before leaving, Mr. Smith suddenly asked: "Have we met somewhere before? I always feel like I have seen you somewhere and heard your voice."
"No, we have never really met, sir." He said with a smile.
"name?"
"Pulin."
Mr. Smith nodded, turned around, and walked into the hospital... He had a feeling that maybe he and this man named Pulin would have a chance to meet again. Then, he would just thank this man.
…
…
It wasn't until Mr. Smith walked into the hospital that he...Teacher Pulin slowly exhaled, then slowly turned around and looked up at the night sky.
A ray of cold light directly passed by Teacher Pulin at this time, and then drew a deep crack behind him but did not make any sound.
Teacher Pulin reached out and touched his cheek. In fact, it had been cut when the cold light passed by, and a wound appeared. However, the wound was not filled with blood, but... gray mist.
A trace of mist slowly rose from Teacher Pulin's wound, and then the wound closed little by little... From the beginning to the end, Teacher Pulin never paid attention to the injury. He still looked at the night sky silently, watching
The position when the attack came.
A figure landed in the night sky, holding a slender knife and carrying a child in a dress on his shoulder... Nero!
"Hi, we meet again, Mr. Death."
The moment he landed, Nero even casually threw oe's body out like a piece of garbage and threw it next to Teacher Pulin.
When oe's body rolled and revealed its true appearance in front of Teacher Pulin, Teacher Pulin's original calm affection finally changed a little.
His eyes even became extremely sharp for a moment.
"What a nice look." Nero suddenly showed a happy smile, "I won't let you escape this time, Mr. Death."
Teacher Pulin looked at Nero quietly for a while and said, "It's you again... I've already warned you, I hope you won't get close to the Smith family."
"Are you bored, little brother?" Nero whistled very hooliganly at this time, "He looks quite handsome. If you used this look to boost my favorability last time, I might consider letting you get it.
Within three percent.”
"What did you do to oe?" Teacher Pulin frowned at this time, "Why is his soul missing?"
"What soul?" Nero looked around, "Where is it? Why didn't I see it? Oppa, God of Death, come and tell people...heh?"
What responded to Nero was a gray figure, as if to respond to the cold light of the Yama Sword at the beginning.
There was a rather deep wound on her arm... but there was still no blood flowing out. It could hurt herself. As early as the brief fight in the abandoned warehouse, Nero had already experienced certain abilities.
.
So she was not surprised that she would be injured. What was surprising was that this person's speed was obviously much faster than last time... maybe it was just because this time it was not in the posture of an animal, but it went into battle on its own?
Nero turned around with interest, not even paying attention to the wound on his arm. Teacher Pulin's eyes had light blue flames flowing correspondingly, and there was also a faint glow on his forehead.
Light blue flames, and a huge scythe.
His gaze is no longer approachable, his gaze is more like someone looking down at all living beings... But even so, he does not have all the characteristics.
"Finally, we're going to get serious...Mr. Death!" Nero's eyes jumped instantly, the corners of her mouth split open, and she let out a ferocious laugh, a crazy laugh.
Raising the Yama Sword and swinging it down, her arms were like a machine that never stopped, continuously and crazily repeating a single straight slashing action, accompanied by her maniacal laughter!
"Hahahahahahaha!! Not enough, not enough! Faster! Mr. Death!! Come again!!"
Like a tireless berserker.
At this moment, Teacher Pulin was facing Nero's attack speed that seemed to have not increased to the limit. He was just swinging the black sickle with small movements. When swinging the sickle, it was like a shield... It's not an understatement, but he can always keep up.
Nero's speed blocked her continuous attacks.
"Does fighting make you happy like this?" Teacher Pulin suddenly asked, "Are you born to fight?"
"I've said it several times, you can't change my favorability." Nero's attack speed didn't even slow down, but became more and more crazy, even though her face showed a cute look at this time.
Teacher Pulin suddenly stirred the sickle in his hand, and then slashed horizontally... This time, he actually forced Nero back directly. Nero raised his eyes in surprise. This person can really give surprises all the time.
"But you don't need to fight to exist now." Teacher Pulin shook his head, "I see something else in you... Maybe you can no longer be called a human being, but you are no longer a human being.
It’s something we only have when we are human, so..."
Quietly, the Yan Demon Sword broke through the limit of Teacher Pulin's reaction speed and rested directly on his neck and Nero's extremely cold gaze at this moment.
But Teacher Pulin didn't seem to care, "...So, even if you don't fight anymore, you can already look for other things. What are you afraid of?"
"I'm afraid of being bored," Nero said with a smile. With this smiling face, she was also doing the bloodiest thing!
The blade of the Yan Mo Knife instantly grew densely packed serrations, and these saw teeth began to rotate rapidly... like an electric serrated knife, it began to saw through Teacher Pulin's neck!
Flesh and blood flying everywhere!
After a moment, Teacher Pulin's head was finally sawed open bloodyly. His head had fallen to the ground, but his body did not fall. He still stood holding the huge black scythe.
Nero tilted her head and took a look. You didn't know whether she was just playing a prank or just being cautious. She directly raised her leg and kicked Teacher Pulin's head into the night sky!
Nero stretched until he could no longer see her. But the moment she turned around, Teacher Pulin was standing behind her... unharmed.
"Huh? I really have to chop you to death...is there anything wrong with the feel?"
Nero blinked curiously. She didn't even feel frightened by the appearance of Teacher Pulin intact, but more... interest, "So you said you are immortal?"
"The same goes for you." Teacher Pulin said calmly: "But there is no real immortality in the world... Immortality is just because its time has not arrived, or its existence time has been conditionally extended indefinitely."
For some reason, when Teacher Pulin finished speaking, he once again saw another side or the third face of the white-haired girl in front of him.
Different from what she showed before, either crazy or innocent... At this time, she looked so serious. She did not turn into a playful smile to hide the ferocious side, nor could she still show an innocent smile even when she was ferocious...
Teacher Pulin felt a pure intention of killing in the other party.
"I'm sorry." Nero unexpectedly became polite...as polite as if he were someone else, "Although I'm very happy that you brought me fun, I'm really worried about whether such a day will happen.
… You will find so-called conditions in which you destroy what is already there.”
The Yama Sword suddenly took on a new transformation in Nero's hand... It was directly integrated into Nero's body, and then different blades popped out directly from Nero's elbows, knee joints, and butterfly bones on his back.
Teacher Pulin suddenly felt something bad... This was a huge threat that he had never experienced before.
"I... am really satisfied with my current life." After merging with the Yama Demon Sword, Nero waved his hands away... and his arms directly turned into extremely sharp blades, "So for someone like you
, I am really the most annoying...the most annoying!"
Maybe it was just an illusion, but at this moment, Mr. Pulin actually saw a huge screaming face behind the white-haired girl, which seemed to be composed of countless evil spirits.
Apart from screaming, it seemed to be hungry with nothing left... Even Mr. Pring could clearly feel the loss, fear... and despair it contained.
"It turns out that this is the real you..." Teacher Pulin murmured to himself... Facing Nero at this time, he took a deep breath, instantly inserted the black sickle in his hand by his side, and then... untied it
white gloves on hands.
The moment his hands emerged from the gloves, a looming gray mist slowly dispersed...bringing death.
At this moment, with Teacher Pulin as the center, the breath of death is exuding the grass on the ground, the trees next to it, and the small insects crawling on the ground... These things are all withering or... dying one by one!
"This is not enough." Nero said expressionlessly: "Last time, my sword swallowed half of you... If this is the case now, I will kill you with one sword. This is something I specially developed to deal with Dazhe.
Where’s Oppa’s.”
Teacher Pulin naturally didn't know who Dazhe Oppa was, but instinctively felt that this would be another very troublesome guy.
He took a deep breath at this time, reached into his bag, and took out the book that had been beside him since he was born. They called it!
