Chapter 24 Hell

Chapter 24 Hell

In the drowsy sleep, Huai Shi felt that she was falling.

In the darkness, down, down, down again, it seemed that there were many people accompanying him, some screaming in terror, and others struggling numbly, but soon, they all disappeared.

He fell into the water, as if he had sunk into a deep pool, and was lifted up again as if he had no weight, drifting in the darkness with the current.

He seems to be dead.

But it seems to be on the way to death.

Soon.

A voice told him so.

But death seemed to be endless, and it carried him to a darker depth bit by bit. Until he was sent by the icy tide to the muddy shore.

A stooped figure came from the darkness, looked down at him, bent down and pulled his legs, and dragged him to the side of the thatched hut on the mud flat.

knock on the door.

The door opened.

The smell of rotting corpses spread.

In the hut, the only light on the blood-stained operating table is on. The wrinkled white-haired old man was wearing a mask, concentrating on dissecting the corpse in front of him, and sometimes drawing two strokes on the artwork on the table next to him.

Under the light of dim oil lamps, the well-processed specimens on the surrounding hooks dripped embalming liquid.

The crooked figure pointed to Huai Shi, and reached out to ask the old man behind the door for something.

The old man glanced at the young man on the ground with cloudy eyes, and slowly shook his head: "You're not dead yet, why did you sell a living person to me?"

"It's coming, it's coming..."

The rickety shadow made a strange sound, like the mixed barking of a dog and a fox: "He's coming soon...the source quality and... the source quality and..."

"I can only give you half, if you want to leave him, if you don't want to drag him away." The old man folded his hands and watched coldly.

The shadow seemed to be offended and screamed loudly.

The old man was unmoved, and looked at it indifferently, until it stretched out its hand in frustration: "Half, half..."

An old copper coin was thrown into its hand.

"Go away if you have nothing to do, don't disturb my work."

The old man looked down at Huai Shi on the ground, frowned and dragged him by one leg, dragged him to the operating table with great effort, and swept aside the fragmented corpse that was originally there.

The sound of the door closing when the shadow left made Huai Shi's eyes tremble. He tried hard to move, opened his mouth to mutter, but coughed up a lot of blood foam.

"Not dead yet?"

The old man opened his eyelids, looked at the whites of his eyes in surprise, squeezed Huai Shi's bones with his dry hands, and finally nodded in satisfaction:

"It's a very standard structure. Although it's not strong enough, it should be able to be used as a temporary spare part... Can you keep the best effect?"

he sighed.

Huai Shi made a whoo-ho sound from her throat, but it didn't help.

"Do you have something to say?"

The old man looked at his trembling pupils, feeling a little helpless: "They are about to die, why not die quietly? I have seen many people like you, anyway, you have already crossed the border and fell into hell. It’s only natural, right? It’s just that the source quality hasn’t dissipated, so why complain?”

He took out a bottle of potion and poured it into Huai Shi's mouth full of coughing blood. The intense spicy and strange sour taste stimulated Huai Shi's throat, and the hot touch like copper juice left along the throat, and ignited like a raging fire. Cracked his body, allowing him to groan hoarsely in pain.

"This is a potion bought from that kobold. It is used as a mummy. It can keep the organs alive when people are dying. But don't even think about living. It's just converting your remaining lifespan into vitality and squeezing it out. ... In this way, you can say a few more words before you die, and I can work more conveniently, how about you cooperate?"

The old man buried his head: "Remember, don't scream, I hate noisy voices."

Huai Shi struggled to suppress the painful voice, her whole body twitched, as the old man said, he was able to make a weak voice when he was dying.

"...here, where is it?"

"In your terms, hell with a depth of twelve, my corpse workshop, a place where some small objects are sold to customers. You will become one of the small objects later."

when the old man talks

"How about a discussion..." Huai Shi swallowed the pain, gasping for breath: "I really want to continue living, let me go."

"No, I've already bought your body, so what if you don't die? Besides, you won't live for a few minutes. If you die outside, I have to drag you back."

Under the dim light, the old man's two eyeballs twisted on different axes, one black eyeball looked at Huai Shi, and the red eyeball focused on the place where the knife was cut: "Look at your eyeballs." The body, the essence is empty, and time is running out... Although the vitality is so strong, it is almost burned out like ashes. How about dying honestly? Can you burn the remaining value..."

Huai Shi stared blankly at the ceiling covered with dried blood, the pain had been replaced by numbness, and even his voice became dry and hoarse:

"I can't die here..."

"Why can't you die?" The old man said seriously: "In fact, everyone can die."

It's like being seduced into the nature of the chat, chattering endlessly:

"I've met a lot of people who feel like they're important and have the most special role in the world, but they're all dead when they get here.

After they died, the world moved on, the sun rose, and reality didn't stop because of their loss. So they are wrong, they are actually no different from others. "

He pointed to one by one and explained to Huai Shi: "This person used to be a high-ranking big shot; this person used to be a justice envoy who killed countless villains; this person used to be the teacher of a dictator, and the dictator was in his Under the professor, from a tyrannical person to a generation of wise leaders, this is the dictator he taught...but they are all dead.

Since life has been born, death is irresistible. Even a god is the same, one hundred years, two hundred years, watching the world go through a lot of vicissitudes... In a thousand years, even a god will find this world boring.

What are you compared to them? "

"But I still don't want to die."

Huai Shi blinked her eyes hard, not letting the uncontrollable tears blur her vision: "Well, don't look at me as weak, I am actually a tough guy. A man's tears are worth a thousand gold. I cried. Please let me go." OK?"