dark side

Chapter 19 19

Although people are drawn up, how to deal with it is another problem.This is the same as picking up kittens. You rescued a kitten from a vicious dog on the side of the road. You want to bandage the kitten’s wound, rub the other’s head and say “go home” and leave a chic The back disappears into the sunset—it’s not such a good thing, don’t you see that the heroine in the costume drama is replaced by a hero/hero/stupid rich and young—in short, no matter what their identities are, what they have in common is that they are extremely handsome—— After being rescued, he would (forced) take the protagonist to wander around the world because of the other party's sentence, "The little girl has nothing to repay, but she can only agree with her body", etc. A oil bottle, got into countless troubles, and was shot countless times.If it is not the first actor, it is likely to hang in the middle (of course, this may be a good thing).

——If all the heroes know in advance the various consequences of saving this lady, whether to kill the other party with a knife or fall into it again with the foolish reason of "I love her no matter how many times I repeat it" What about the crisis?

——And our rising star Manigot is facing this choice.However, his situation is quite special, because the other party is a dead person, even if he can be saved, how to save it is also a problem.

Sage ignored his disciple's entangled mood, and just stared at Vic, who was limp on the ground—a look of rejoicing for the rest of his life and fear for what he would eventually face.Nothing can be seen on the surface, but Sage is very surprised in his heart—after all, the souls of ordinary people are in a state of chaotic thinking when they enter hell, to be precise, they are in the state of the living dead. They all looked expressionless.A living dead with such emotions as Vic... It's the first time he's seen.

But it's not an unprecedented case in prehistoric times: unlucky ghosts whose souls are forcibly pushed out of their bodies can indeed maintain their ability to think forever.Because his connection with the flesh has not been completely severed.

"What's your name? Boy."

"Vic, Vic.S.Miller." Uncharacteristically, Vic reported his name honestly and politely. He knew very well that his life and death could be said to be completely pinned on these two suspicious-looking people. .

"Okay, Vic. So how did you die?"

This kind of saying is very weird-but neither the questioner nor the answerer is aware of the weirdness, and it seems to be a matter of course, as if they are doing daily gossip like 'what did you eat today'.

"I—I don't know." Vic hesitated, deciding whether to tell the old man what he saw—it was so absurd that even he thought it was his own delusion.But the old man's focused and serious gaze made him choose to tell the truth, "I'm not lying, I really don't know why they want to kill me. Although it sounds absurd, please believe me."

"Speak, boy."

So Vic told the whole process as concisely as possible, and the old man asked several times in the middle of the process, and he answered them one by one.

"Then - my lodger in black armor hung me up on invisible wires and snapped my neck like this." Vic tilted his neck, imitating his death situation, which makes his narrative more vivid.

"That must be the underworld fighter." Manigot interrupted.

"It's Minos from the Big Three, Tiangui Star." Saiqi said, "Torturating opponents with puppet strings is his hobby."

"What a pervert," Manigot concluded.

"Don't mention this, Vic, you are thinking about it, is there anything you forgot?" Sage nodded, as if agreeing with his disciples, and then turned his attention to Vic. He believed that the fantasy four gods Minos, one of the Big Three, was there for the simple reason of killing Vic.

Vic carefully recalled the days when he knew Minos, and a thought suddenly appeared, "I—I had a dream before, after meeting Minos—the noble star you call."

"Dream? That's the most unrealistic thing."

"Don't interrupt, Manigot."

"Okay—okay—so what were you dreaming about?" Manigot shrugged, and instead of shutting up, asked Vic.

Vic recalled that suffocating dream. He decided to ignore the scene changes and talk about the most important thing directly. He felt his body gradually getting colder. He vaguely understood that if he procrastinated like this Maybe it will really be dragged into hell.

"I dreamed of a man who looked exactly like me. He called himself Death Thanadus."