Chapter 121 Death Commissioner

"I guess it's not your choice," Xishu said. He didn't mean to be rude to Izhaint (although when you think about it, based on what the demon had done, it seemed right to be rude to him), but that's what he said. It's really difficult to handle. "it's me."

The cracks are still making a hissing sound. Air circulation. Shishu yelled (none of the rules related to the proper way to perform a sacred scream in this situation - maybe there was, but he didn't know). Break away from the rat.

(He also didn't know how he did it.) He turned and looked at Ichaint. The demon sits, as tall as he stands - this guy from hell looks like two things at once: a brooding statue representing meditation and wisdom. and a bored and mischievous child who threw things on the edge of a rocky cliff.

The two things turned their heads at the same time and grinned at him. Xishu couldn't help but start asking himself -

"How do you choose?" Ichaint Xinkardesu asked.

As long as he doesn't want to be seen, the undead can't see him. Unless he shows up on his own initiative.

All right. To this day he doesn't know why. The million codes of order tell them how they should react to various situations, but they also don't tell them why. Maybe that's what being an angel is like. Do more and ask less. Just do it and don’t ask. Does knowing why make a difference in what you do? Won't. Because your decisions are based on guidance, not "why."

Chief Rammel would tell him sternly.

The stretched-out fat head turned around, and all the round little eyes gathered together and stared at him. Shishu wondered for a moment whether he should introduce himself.

One of his piercing eyes slid towards the devil.

He opened the hand behind his back - the one with a particularly slender arm. The lens fell lightly and fell back into his hand. "who is he?"

"A relevant—commissioner," the devil said.

"really weird."

The visceral eyes turned back again. Look up and down. "He is alive." He judged. "A living creature - a consumer came here. But we didn't discover him in time... How did he hide his aura?"

The undead came closer, so close that the exploding dead skin and rotten flesh from the flesh and blood cracks were clearly visible. The smell emanating from the seams around the edges of his big face was ten times worse than Xishu imagined.

While Xishu stopped breathing silently, he glanced at his feet with his peripheral vision - the mouse that had just performed its duties and had been used as a vehicle turned over with its belly upwards, and died quite peacefully.

It will remain an ordinary mouse until the day it dies. Played by the devil in the palm of the hand in the land of death, possessed by an angel, an ordinary mouse running around in a spaceship.

Can anyone really go through such a life of ups and downs and remain so ordinary?

He suddenly realized that he had missed something important. The common rat is now dead. Stretching the intestines and lining automatically ignores its existence.

But it was alive just now.

ah.

He already knew this, otherwise how could he exist in it? When he controlled its actions, he had already assumed that it was a living creature like him. When he raised his fluffy little paws and swung his smooth tail, he had already acquiesced to this——

Even earlier, when he saw it dancing in the devil's hand, he had known it was a living, ordinary mouse.

He knew it, but he didn't find it.

Xishu stared at Shenchang Lin, feeling that the speech he had just prepared was in a mess. The lining is the undead, the people who come to the room and pass by are the undead, and the ghosts that make humming noises in the distance are the undead. This is the underworld. Of course there is no living thing. Except for the conspicuous prisoner named Zhante Xinqadestu. Except for him, the illegal intruder, everything should be dead.

He took the matter of "living" too naturally... None of the angels who came with him noticed it. Because they are all alive.

They didn't expect...

"So, he is the commissioner." He heard Yi Chaint explain. "He is willing to be the material for the Angel of Death. He will make up for what you are missing now."

Xishu looked at him in panic. He hasn't figured it out yet. But it seems to have caught some clue. If at this time...

"What's wrong?"

The demon looked at him with a smile. "Haven't you already made your decision? Or are you lying?"

"I didn't..." Not this time.

"Oh. I have to take a look." Before he had time to react too much, Shangzhang Lin came over and forced him to the corner (how could there be corners in this spherical room? This point made him I don’t understand either. But it’s inexplicable and there is nowhere to escape).

Several nostrils stretched out to smell him.

Xishu leaned back as hard as he could. He already knew he didn't want to. But I didn't expect that I would be so unhappy. He reminded himself that there were worse things waiting for him than an undead using his senses on him from half an inch away.

The torture and dismemberment hadn't even begun yet. When he made up his mind, he should have known that he would have to face this situation - and much worse situations. He reminded himself desperately, trying to wake up the mental preparations he had made.

Useless.

"Please lie here." He stretched his intestines and retracted his nostrils, saying kindly.

The little hand that the undead stretched out pointed at the platform where the skeleton was placed in the center of the platform. Yi Cha had already jumped down from above, leaning on a pipe at a suitable angle, looking at him with a smile.

"Look. You want to do it." The look on the demon's face seemed to say. "This is sacrifice. It is not sacred at all. Of course, it may be your own fault. The sacrifice of a despicable guy is despicable."

"Please." He said softly but irresistibly.

Xishu slowly walked towards the platform. The wheel of dispersion. he thinks. It could whip him clean in an instant. From appearance to essence. Only a few stray hairs remain. It makes everyone unclear whether an angel was sacrificed here or whether a goose was just slaughtered.

Xishu lay on the cold table, his head turned to the side, just opposite to the skeleton.

He quickly straightened his head.

Cold hands were placed on him. OMG.

"Lie here." A stretched-out face appeared from above, and the blue lips moved, issuing commands. "Yes. A little to the right. A little to the left."

Xishu forced himself to move along.

"Turn left again and turn a little to the right as a whole. Yes. Yes. Okay, okay." He said. Then he clapped his hands as if to express satisfaction.

"How is it?" the devil asked lazily.

"Not bad." Shanchang Lin replied. "You said you'd turn your back, didn't you?"

The demon sneered. "Um."

Xishu listened to them. It feels like everything that can flow in the body has stopped flowing.

The stretched-out face appears above again. "You're going to be fine," Necro said gently. "It's not terrible. Your sacrifice is valuable."

(End of chapter)