Chapter 57 Evil Work

Boys will still be boys. Except he's not a boy. He has a plump face, a lively brow, and the correct number of legs. Simple and rare. Asimov put his hands on the leather cover of the book and closed it.

"Lasnuolo Benchens Long." It can be seen that he has extracted the key points of the conversation according to his own ideas and continued his test. He recited the new name carefully over and over again, and finally came close to talking to himself in the air.

The process was not short, and Yi Cha did not interrupt him.

"I don't like the name," Asimov concluded.

"I guess there's more to it than just the name," Icha said.

Judging from the current phenomenon, what I don’t like may also include the sudden appearance of long hair. They naturally lengthened, rolled up on themselves in the air, and turned black. The ends of the hair floated as if there was no gravity. They touch together and shine from the outside to the inside. The boy scratched them curiously like a cat at its own tail. Those hairs literally stick to his head.

He curled his lips.

Yi Cha observed patiently. Asimov. Or Lasnuolo Benchens Lang. The two of them don't actually match. They may be neither.

The blue fawn shivered and sprouted dark circles and fangs.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah. it cried like bellows.

"Can I have a mirror?" Asimov asked again. "Thank you. Yeah." He said as he picked up the mirror and looked at it. Thank you is completely redundant, I haven’t checked it yet. When the boy raised his hand, a mirror on the side automatically crossed a semicircle and flew in front of him smoothly.

Asimov pinched his cheeks in the mirror. The mirror had thickened during this short process, and the edges were filled with dust. The copper trim and handles were assembled on it at some point.

A plump face was reflected in the mirror. Innocent and cute, with bright eyebrows. Just the skin becomes very pale. He put the book aside and repeatedly touched his face, which had acquired a sickly new color. "Hiss." Then he bared his teeth in a pretentious manner.

"You have a lot of questions to ask." Yi Cha said.

"Can you answer everything, uncle?" the pale-skinned boy asked.

In any case, in the devil's language system, "uncle" is an extremely offensive word, like ninety percent of other words.

"That's not possible." Yi Cha replied.

"Aha." The boy chuckled.

The cold light that was not in the room just now suddenly appeared and focused on his teeth obediently.

"That book can answer quite a lot of questions." Icha said, calmly pointing to the discarded copy of "Walking with Willy Shaw - A Comprehensive Edition of the Biography of Ichaint Sinkardstu" .

Quite a few questions. About form. consciousness. Ideology. Cause and effect. blank. Conjecture about the blanks. Hypothesis and its thirty solutions. Illusive levels. Real boundaries. Inaccurate visible routes to the past and future. They can all answer or pretend to answer. What he introduces here is 100% truthful. Always tell the truth when doing evil seduction work. But it may not be accepted yet. It's like he has a lot of answers prepared, but doesn't necessarily get asked.

Evil doesn't always get a chance to show itself. It's just so cruel.

The more cruel it is, the more patience it requires. "You've only seen less than a tenth of it. It's the same thing we talked about before. If you finish it. You can become the master of this place," he continued.

Asimov blinked thoughtfully—eyes out of sync—and let go.

The mirror fell downward naturally at first, and then seemed to have encountered a strong wind. It hit the ceiling with a "snap" and shattered. Icha leaned back. Those reflective fragments were burned up by a scattered small fire before they could fall three inches above their heads.

The small fire briefly illuminated the surrounding area - due to the change of building materials, the place had quickly darkened. The glorious walls were replaced by obsidian and Parthian rock. Light blue and torrent purple were replaced by crimson velvet.

There is no velvet in Crimson Velvet.

"You can keep your new name - or from your point of view, your old name." Icha shrugged. He was now sitting on a hard leather chair made of owl wings - it wasn't half as comfortable as he had imagined or the chair he had just moments ago.

Aromatic hydrocarbons begin to spread. The tracks made of ice were dripping with blood. The ministers stopped talking as they passed by. They instead sent out sonar signals.

"I can understand if you don't accept it." Yi looked at the two red eyes that were still shining - they hadn't changed much. They are what they should be. "If you want this, it is equivalent to believing that your life has been fabricated for other purposes from beginning to end. I can understand your acceptance. After all, this has happened once. If you have nothing to ask me, why don't you continue reading. ?”

The boy tilted his head and looked at him. He seemed to be confused again.

He suddenly raised an index finger.

"I suddenly thought of a question. Uncle Duke," he said. "If it weren't for me, wouldn't Uncle Willy Xiao be killed by grandpa?"

"indeed so."

"So, did I do it on purpose? Just like the book says, you arranged the operation of Las Noro Benches Long. And it worked."

"This is your second question. You happened to ask a question that I don't know about."

"Is it in the book?" Asimov pointed to "Walking with Willy Shaw - A Refined Edition of the Biography of Ezhaint Sinkardstu".

No. Check before answering. Asimov covered his ears and shook his head.

"I won't ask anymore," he said. "I agree. I'll finish the book. I won't run around until then."

"After that, you can also bring back the results of your running around. So -" Yi Cha touched the air - he often writes on scrolls, but this kind of devil doesn't use them. In fact, this is his first time editing something like this. And "first time" is a pretty ugly comment.

He touched the air for three seconds and finally pulled out a contract.

Or branding is convenient. he thought. Imprinting is convenient at any time. There are subtle differences between evil works. Worth reading.

"Sign it," Isaac said to Asimov. Hand him the contract. "Sign your true name." As in Willie Shaw's arcane tales.

There is no arcane tale of Willy Shaw now. So they no longer have to worry about unnecessary misunderstandings. He doesn't even have to hide his thoughts anymore...

"Okay." The boy chuckled. He glanced at the contract. Then black blood flowed from the tip of his finger, and he signed his name on the last line.

Yi Cha picked up the contract and looked at it.

"Asimov," he read.

"My real name is correct." Asimov laughed. He clapped his hands as if celebrating something. "Nice to meet you. Izaint Sinkardstus. Uncle Duke. The snooping devil."

"They are all my real names." Yi Cha smiled.

"Then I'll start reading?" Asimov grabbed "Walking with Willy Shaw" and shook it.

"Please."