The final gentleman

On the dark sea,

Yi Chen, who had gray hair on his temples, came here again. What was different from before was that his body almost collapsed, his arms were pierced by iron nails, and there was an obvious cut mark on his neck.

And this time, Yi Chen was not carried by a ship, but his body was floating on the sea.

Without a boat, it would be quite fatal here. The floating state did not last long, and the already damaged upper body began to break and decompose in the Black Sea.

The two injured arms were completely broken,

All the iron nails stuck on the surface of the arms scattered and fell into the deep sea. Then the mangled torso was gradually washed away by the wash of the black sea.

Soon only the last head remained,

Once the head is decomposed, Yi Chen will die completely here,

However, the only remaining head looked different,

If you look closely, you will find that the broken part of the neck is coated with a layer of 'white bones', which is the 'thank you gift' left by the former regiment leader after he beheaded Yi Chen.

The white skeletal membrane blocks the intrusion of the black sea water and preserves the head, allowing Yi Chen's head to float freely in such a black ocean without the help of a boat.

I don’t know how long it’s been,

Yi Chen's consciousness slowly recovered. He realized the state he was currently in and immediately felt the 'pull' from the white bone plating on his neck.

This kind of 'white death' originating from the former leader of the Death Plague Knights can point out a special direction in this black ocean, and it seems that there is the answer that Yi Chen wants to find.

breathe……

With only one head left, Yi Chen could only carry out basic breathing, and used the exhaled 'qi' to push his head forward among the oceans.

one day,

three days,

ten days,

one month,

three months,

Yi Chen maintained absolute concentration, ensuring that his head moved in the correct direction and his eyes were completely closed to reduce unnecessary energy consumption.

Several months passed,

With the sound of waves crashing in my ears,

Yi Chen's head also came ashore with the tide,

When he opened his eyes, wherever he could see the navy, there were piles of skeletons. Looking up again, he saw in front of him a white island made of skeletons.

Vast and unknown,

"The white death actually appeared in this form in the black sea that gave me death. Is it the result of the fusion of the resonance of the two? Or is it the result of the fusion of the two deaths in my body?"

Yi Chen didn't think about it anymore.

Now he knows very well that he is on the verge of death. It is an excellent opportunity to understand death and go deep into death. Any delay in time may miss the best opportunity.

Use the white bone structure at the neck to border a suitable skeleton on the beach.

Kakakka~

Moving this temporary skeleton body, he walked towards the center of the Island of Bones.

The flowers and plants here are like dead people's fingers, and the trees are like a large number of limbs pieced together. Everything is made of bones. When Yi Chen reaches the center of the island, there is an abyss of bones with a diameter of several thousand meters in front of him.

It seems that deep down there is the answer Yi Chen wants to get.

"The Abyss... was imprisoned at the bottom of the monastery, never to see the light of day, in an endless prison with constant darkness. Did this most special deceased person in the old world undergo an abyssal transformation? Or was his alternative death originally corresponding to an abyss?

It’s completely different from the feeling of the Tenth Abyss,

There is only pure death and white bones. "

Without much hesitation, he crawled down the bone-covered wall,

Each step of descent corresponds to the depth of death. Yi Chen's temporary skeletal body quickly became unable to withstand it during the crawling process and suffered bone fractures.

but,

Whenever his body is about to break down, black liquid will flow out from his face to bond the bones. If it is really broken, a white bone will be pulled out from the wall of the abyss as a replacement, always maintaining its integrity.

…

Time in the external world flows at the same rate,

The "False Moon. Yin Shou" co-created by Lorian and William has been fully accepted by the old world, but it has never held a large-scale performance. Compared with the initial popularity of moon viewing, it has now completely declined.

The theater's fear earnings also went from being on par with the vaudeville troupe to returning to the bottom position.

but,

William was not anxious at all, and even because of the sharp decrease in the number of people watching the moon, he began to go out for long periods of time, leaving the theater to "Thirteen" to manage.

If it doesn't work, just change the performance method and introduce the audience into Lorian's [Dreamland], which can not only provide Lorian with a sample of chaos, but also meet the performance needs.

[Three months] after the performance.

On this day,

As the director, Zhu Puppet Thirteen was directing the newly recruited actors to clean up the theater. Unexpectedly, William, who had been away from the theater for six full days, returned at the main entrance.

Thirteen also had a temper and couldn't hold it back. The candles above his head were wrapped as much as possible. He walked up to William with unladylike steps and said unhappily:

"Teacher, you are the chief director of the theater. You left for six days without saying a word. Many moviegoers came during the process. We really have no way to ensure the quality of the performance.

Once the quality declines and is spread by the audience, it will seriously affect the reputation of our theater and even affect the circus. "

William, however, maintained an unnatural smile, or he seemed to have been laughing for the past few days, which caused his facial muscles to automatically maintain the smile, and he even felt that his lips were slightly thicker.

The gentle palm slid up Thirteen's shoulder smoothly.

"I believe in your ability, Thirteen, and don't you have Lorian to help me? Recently, I'm thinking about a large-scale performance. Since Mr. Yi and Nash can't come back in a short time, I have to find an alternative. .

Without Mr. Yi, my personal combat power would be greatly reduced, especially in terms of death.

Therefore, I stayed in seclusion in the original tomb for a long time. This period of time has been really hard on you. "

William also deliberately took out a Dead Man cigarette produced in the original tomb from the pocket of his gentleman's clothes, and exhaled the black air full of death plague.

"oh……"

Since William had already explained it this way, Thirteen didn't say much.

When she looked up at William's sterling silver monocle, she seemed to see something crawling inside.

William put a finger on his cheek and continued, "Besides, if the performance is not good and it may ruin the theater's reputation, then don't let the audience go back. If they can't speak to the outside world, there will be no reputation. The problem of corruption.”

Thirteen didn't think there was anything wrong with these words, "Teacher, are you preparing for a big performance?"

"Yes~ As the gears are accelerating, the infection in the world is about to end... We have to settle accounts with the blood people before then, otherwise once the two worlds are connected, they will spread the blood epidemic to the other side as soon as possible.

At that time, these bedbugs will rely on the 'financial resources' of the source of the epidemic area that they inherited from ancient times to multiply rapidly at an exponential rate. It will be too difficult to eradicate them.

Even if Mr. Yi cannot come back, we will start the official performance. "

"Ah? Teacher, your eyes haven't been repaired yet... Moreover, is our comprehensive combat power really enough to fight against the Blood People? What's more, they have the Yousui Leather Factory cooperating behind them."

"Don't worry, during this period I was not completely in seclusion in the original tomb, and I also spent a lot of time to smoothen the relationship.

As for my eyes, although they cannot perfectly combine with Little Grape...the temporary combination can still last until the end of the performance. "

"About what time?"

"Ten days later, so from now on the holiday will no longer admit audiences. However, matters related to large-scale performances will not be publicized for the time being."

"knew."

"I'll go to Lorian's side and take care of my business."

William walked along the false moon passage, humming a cheerful ditty along the way, and even danced cheerfully with his leather shoes. The smile on his lips was always there.

He did not go to Lorian, who was undergoing chaos transformation, but came to another newly developed laboratory. Inside, a man and a woman were having electric intercourse.

"Reagan, how's the research on the deadly plague going? It's been three months."

Reagan quickly wiped away the remaining molten metal from the corner of his mouth. Faye, who was connected behind his back, also pulled up her clothes and greeted William at the door shyly.

"It's not bad. Although it's not particularly stable, it can basically be harmless to individuals who can tolerate the death epidemic."

"I'm really bothering you this time! Mr. Yi is not around. I must maintain my former death ability, otherwise my strength will be greatly reduced and it will be difficult to take advantage of those blood people."

William found a mechanical seat and sat down upright.

Reagan took out a metal syringe containing a high concentration of aerosol bacteria (modified) from the safe and inserted it directly into his back. As the liquid was injected,

A completely different 'death makeup' began to appear on William's face. To be precise, it should be a brand new mask. A kind of death plague disease integrated in the Gestalt system began to express.