The Death Knell

The ghost who escaped from the factory was just running aimlessly in the city. It wasn't until he came back to his senses that he realized that he didn't know where he had arrived.

This place looked like an ordinary alley. The surrounding buildings made of ice and snow blocked the sky. Dark shadows covered the trash cans and vending machines. He huddled in the shadows holding the fish head.

It was very unfamiliar here. He quickly touched his robe and found that he had not brought his mobile phone with him and had left it in the locker room.

If something goes wrong, those mysterious men in suits will definitely find the phone, find their home, and then

He began to beat his head, blaming himself for being a waste, but there was a vague idea in his heart, would it be a good thing if these madmen found his rental house and killed Sithorn inside? Woolen cloth?

Thinking of this, he calmed down. Perhaps affected by the darkness nearby, his thinking gradually became cold.

From the initial escape and self-blame, it turned into how to kill the love rival with the help of those people, while he rescued the cow and became her hero.

And if you want to do this, there is only one way.

"I hope what the fish seller said is true." He took a deep breath, held the mysterious fish head in his hands, and looked at the dead fish eyes staring at him, as if he were seeing the same dull eyes of a cow.

He tried to focus all his attention and all his energy on the fish head, put all his love for cows on the fish head, and kept chanting his wish, he wanted Sithorn to die, I want the clown cow to return to my arms.

The eyes of the fish head glowed red, and suddenly it turned into a fish-head-shaped gem, filled with an indescribable but very familiar power.

In this light, he felt unprecedented warmth, and saw himself back in the rental house, enjoying dinner under the candlelight with the clown cow, her painted face smiling, calling his name ghost, He even feeds himself milk...

The fireplace behind me seemed to be heating up, and everything was beautiful.

"puff."

As the nostrils were expanded again, the illusion in front of him disappeared.

The ghost in the green robe did not spend Valentine's Day with the cows in a warm rental house, but was still in the cold alley, leaning between the trash can and the vending machine, holding a fish head in his hand.

He couldn't help showing a disappointed look, but then he felt that he hadn't done enough, maybe he wasn't focused enough, maybe it was some other reason, but this fish head had proven to be useful.

Then, if it is really a wish-making fish head, you can live a good life.

"Death to Sithorne, the cows come back to me. Die to Sithorne, and the cows come back to me."

He had recited it silently before, but this time he recited it aloud with his eyes closed, pouring all his energy into the fish head.

The red light came on again, and he saw a new scene.

In the warm rental house, the clown cow nestled on his shoulder, the huge cow head gently rubbed his face, and his dull eyes saw through everything in his heart.

The two parties were so intimate that she picked up a basin of cream from the side, dipped the strawberries in it, and fed it into her mouth with a sweet smile.

"puff!"

With his nostrils blocked, he withdrew from that mysterious and mysterious state of meditation, which almost made him angry to death!

But then he suddenly felt a lightness on his shoulders, as if some weight had left his body and left his back.

After waiting for a while and finding that his nostrils were no longer blocked, he was ready to continue using the power of the fish head.

I didn't succeed twice before, maybe because my wishes were too big, so this time I'd better do it step by step.

"Death to Westthorne, death to Westthorne"

He began to recite this loudly, and then the fish head responded to him. The red light engulfed him, and he felt an unprecedented warmth in this light.

He and the clown cow have a child, and they all live together in a luxurious villa. They are spending Christmas Eve with all kinds of tempting food on the table, and even a huge turkey.

"My dear, will we be together forever?" he asked the clown cow, looking into the other's empty eyes.

The cow smiled, nodded slightly, and put her hoof on the back of her hand: "Yes, we will be happy."

In the red light, he saw familiar people smiling at him, and he couldn't help but smile back at them, and said with emotion:

“It’s so nice, so warm”

"Slade, Sithorne killed himself with a Chaos Magic Curse?"

Deadpool came to the snowy alley and pushed Sithorn with his foot. The guy was holding the smelly fish head in his hand before he died, with a smile on his face. It can be said to be quite weird:

"I don't know if it's my imagination, but I feel like I have the same style as the little match girl. I seem to have seen this story somewhere."

The little cousin of a brain cancer patient scratched his head. Due to his amnesia, he actually couldn't remember the story of the little girl. Instead, he remembered a smuggler selling girls called matches.

The green cloak of the corpse was covered with a thin layer of snow, as if the sky wanted to bury this poor man.

The Eight Demon Gods arrived, the God Eater also arrived, and even the yawning Brain Ax arrived.

A group of people stood in a small alley, looking at Sithorn's body with different expressions.

But Deathstroke had no sympathy. He just smiled, showed his lightsaber, and divided Sithorne into pieces in an orderly manner:

"Actually, it shouldn't be like this. The story I originally prepared for him was that the fake Sithorne was killed by these eight people, and the real Sithorne escaped with the cow and the magic fish head. Then the two of them hid in The dungeon maze, and then met another clown cow on the road. The three of them experienced all kinds of love and hate, and then the conflict broke out between Cow No. 1 and Cow No. 2. All the plots of Korean dramas that I know were arranged into it. The final ending was that No. 1 hugged The plot of going to sea with Sithorne’s head is okay for now, it can be considered a classic story after all.”

"Ah, what a pity, I didn't see it." Angboda sighed regretfully. She waved her hand to stop the heavy snow: "I want to read that story too."

"It should be that Sithorne had evil thoughts when using your so-called magic fish head. He thought he was a ghost, so he wanted to make a wish for his love rival to die. As a result, our world, our universe, still thinks that he is Sithorne. Well, it doesn’t matter what color robe he wears.”

Ao Shutu's voice was still beautiful, but it also sounded a little lonely. After all, Seth and Sithorn both died today, and her old enemy disappeared like this. She would inevitably feel a little regretful.

Sithorn actually killed himself.

"Hey, what are you talking about? Let's break up the body and take the body parts home to learn the rules of chaos. Who wants the left hand?"

Su Ming, whose face was splattered with black blood, had a cigarette in his mouth and greeted him in a tone that sounded like he was selling meat in a vegetable market. He raised a Sithorn claw that he had just chopped off, pinched it and moved his fingers. Send an invitation to the demon gods.