My cemetery is connected to the game world

Hellot smiled and asked back: "Aren't you not interested in the Bradley family's affairs?"

"I was just working, and the royal family's affairs were not in my consideration. Now I'm off work... I'm very interested in you and Bramelo going to eat dessert together, especially coming back so late."

Melis also gestured to Helot to look at the pendulum clock on the wall. The young man and woman must have talked about a lot of interesting topics at this time.

Hellot said: "It's so late, do you still want to listen? Tomorrow, go to bed first."

Hellot yawned, looked sleepy, and stood up to leave.

Melis grabbed Helot's hand and pulled him back to the chair: "If you don't tell me, I won't let you leave today."

Hellot had no choice. Melis had recovered her extraordinary level 3 strength. It seemed that she couldn't leave without explaining clearly.

"Okay, I'll tell you. Bramelo wanted to marry me to win over the Claulund family, but I refused. We talked for so long, mostly about this year's Imperial College entrance examination questions."

Meilisi was a little puzzled: "The Imperial College entrance examination questions should not be difficult for you, right?"

"It's not difficult for me, but the test questions represent the education level of the Empire and the iteration of basic knowledge. It's only been six years since I took the Imperial College entrance examination, and the new knowledge in the test questions has increased by a quarter.

Our world is developing at a speed we can't imagine, and new technologies are being invented every moment. I really miss the time in school, when I only needed to study and didn't need to be distracted by things I wasn't interested in."

Meilisi's temper because of Helot's "date" with Bramelo at night instantly dissipated at this moment.

She said softly: "You go do what you like, and leave the rest to me. I'll find you if I can't handle it."

Hailuot smiled and said: "This is why I will do my best to save you. There is no officer more suitable for me than you. You manage the 13th Investigation Team, and I don't have to worry about anything."

Meilisi looked into Hailuot's eyes: "You fight for me, and I will fight for you."

The aggressiveness in Meilisi's eyes made Hailuot dodge unconsciously: "I'm really tired and must go back to sleep. You should rest too. I will find a way to contact the ordained person tomorrow."

"Okay!"

Meilisi sent Hailuot out, closed the door, and leaned against it and said to herself: "Is it just because I am your officer?"

She looked out the window. At some point, it started to drizzle outside.

The streets of the city soon became wet, and some low-lying places were flooded.

In a sewer on the side of the street, something was crawling slowly inside. It was so fast that even if someone saw it, they would only think it was a small animal like a rat.

A hand suddenly reached into the sewer and grabbed the thing.

It was not a rat, but a severed hand covered with mud. It was held tightly and was still struggling.

The man who grabbed the severed hand was wearing a long windbreaker, with a high collar and a hat covering his face. He chanted a spell in a low voice, and black energy emerged from his hands wearing black leather gloves, forming chains that wrapped around the severed hand, and layers of runes penetrated into the severed hand.

"Corpse sewist, your corpse puppet is made very roughly. I can easily find your location through it. Now you should have felt your heart in my hand. You are the fourth corpse sewist I found. The three in front don't know where the corpse king is. You'd better pray that you know."

The severed hand stopped struggling and made a gesture.

"Very good! Lead the way."

The man threw the severed hand on the ground, and the severed hand quickly crawled forward along the corner of the wall, lifted a manhole cover, and got in through the gap.

"Has the Deep Hell now fallen to hiding in the sewer?"

The man in the windbreaker waved his hand, and the manhole cover was lifted and flew aside. He walked to the side of the well, and without even looking at what was going on below, he jumped in.

Because it was raining, there was a lot of water in the sewer. The man in the windbreaker did not mind the sewage, and followed the severed hand through the water. The severed hand had no intention of escaping, and sometimes would stop and wait because it climbed too fast.

Walking through one pipe after another, they arrived at an open underground space.

Above their heads were twisted steel beams, on which hung some corpses that were actually used to make corpse puppets. Below were sewage canals, emitting a pungent stench, and the corpse puppets hidden in them crawled out one by one.

Some corpse sewers stood around, looking at the strange intruders as if they were dead people.

The man in the windbreaker didn't seem to realize that this was a trap for him. He stood surrounded by the corpse stitchers and asked in a loud voice: "I'm here to find the corpse king. Let him come to see me!"

A corpse stitcher with status stood up and said: "It doesn't need the corpse king to do it himself to turn you into a corpse."

"How do I turn a dead soul into a corpse?" The man in the windbreaker took off his hat, revealing a skull with a red "v"-shaped mark on his forehead.

The corpse stitcher was frightened when he saw the skull and immediately knelt down: "Lord Bone King!"

The other corpse stitchers looked at each other.

There are five kings in the deep hell, namely the Bone King, the Blood King, the Corpse King, the Fallen King, and the Hate King.

Among them, the Bone King and the Blood King are dead souls, but the Bone King disappeared a long time ago. The Blood King chose to sleep, and the deep hell became the deep hell of the corpse stitchers.

None of them expected that the Bone King would suddenly appear in front of them.

Seeing the senior corpse stitcher kneel down to the skeleton, the other corpse stitchers also knelt down.

It is said that among the five kings of the Deep Hell, the Bone King is the most powerful.

The Bone King looked at the kneeling corpse stitchers and said: "Now, can I see the Corpse King?"

"Please wait for a moment, Lord Bone King. I will tell the Corpse King the good news that you are back immediately. It's just... your current appearance is a little different from your previous appearance. If I hadn't seen the mark on your forehead, I wouldn't be sure it was you. How should I explain your changes to Lord Corpse King?"

The Bone King said to the corpse stitchers: "Tell the Corpse King. During the time I disappeared, I was fusing the body of the Bone Dragon Oaks. It's a waste to put that skull dragon in the museum for exhibition!

Now that I succeeded, of course I have to return to my Deep Hell.

Just tell the Corpse King that as long as he comes to see me, I can forgive him for what he did!"

The corpse stitchers didn't expect that the Bone King disappeared to fuse the body of the Bone Dragon Oaks. Now that he succeeded, does it mean that the Bone King is now a skull dragon!

"Lord Bone King, I will go and ask Lord Corpse King, we all beg for your forgiveness."

The Bone King said again: "Send someone to inform Blood King and ask him to come see me as well."

The Corpse Stitcher said in embarrassment: "Blood King is sleeping in his underground mausoleum, and the vampires don't allow us to disturb him." Then under the creepy gaze of the Bone King, the Corpse Stitcher quickly said: "I will send someone to inform Blood King immediately. But Blood King's underground mausoleum is a little far from the Covenant City, you need to wait for a while."

"Blood King is my good brother, I can wait for him!"