Chapter 462: Strange-tasting beans and bloody plot

Chapter 462: Strange-tasting beans and bloody plot

Chapter 462: Strange-tasting beans and bloody plot
"Well...long time no see..."

When Director Aquarius left the meeting of the King-Slaying Society, Leon, who was being stepped on by an old acquaintance... an old dog, was also trying to say goodbye.

"I've thought about it and decided not to disturb you while you're guarding the door..."

Looking at the three dog heads as big as a round dining table above, feeling the breath of death coming towards him, Leon, whose scalp was tingling, could not help but laugh awkwardly and discuss:
"You know, it's still working hours for the Cleaning Bureau. If I'm absent without reason, our director will definitely have an opinion, so can you let me..."

"No."

Before Leon could finish, the dog god rejected his request without hesitation, and then said with a grim smile:
"According to the rules of the Dead Realm, once you enter the door, you belong to me! Also, don't think of using the Blood-Haired Princess to pressure me. Although I really can't afford to offend her, she doesn't dare to really touch me.

Don't think I'm just a watchdog of the dead world, but without me, not only will the evil god believers who steal souls be able to come and go as they please, but a large number of the dead will run back with a lot of resentment, and the whole world will be in chaos. Even if she is Director Huang Dao of the Cleanup Bureau, she can't accept such consequences!"

"Oh, yes, yes, that's the truth."

Life and death are controlled by people... and dogs, so Leon naturally wouldn't be stubborn at this time. After nodding in agreement with the dog god, Leon in the spirit state could only try to persuade:

“But even though you’re not afraid of her, there’s no need to provoke her, right?

The woman over there and I were simply ambushed and our souls were separated from our bodies, and we mistakenly entered the realm of the dead. It just so happens that your job is to guard the gate and prevent those who shouldn't enter the realm of the dead from entering, so... why don't you let us go back?"

"Well, she did get in by mistake. She can go back."

After glancing at the female reporter's soul, the three-headed dog god nodded, then opened his mouth wide, baring a mouthful of sharp canine teeth, and said with a grin:

"But you can't leave. You have to stay and stay in my belly~"

"Why?"

"You are supposed to be from the realm of the dead."

As the three-headed dog god spoke, he raised his huge dog head and motioned for Leon to look at the sky above his head.

"The crows that report the death of a normal living person should stay in the [Crow's Nest] near the entrance. As long as a soul enters the dead world, his crow will wake up and guide him to the depths of the dead world."

After explaining this "common sense of the dead world", the three-headed dog god looked at Leon who looked a little nervous, grinned and said with three dog mouths:
"The underworld is a place that values ​​rules. All living souls have crows circling over their heads. No one can avoid this, except in two situations.

One possibility is that this person has successfully crossed the boundary and become a true god, then his death crows will fly away early, and the other possibility is that he has already died, but has escaped from the realm of death!"

"Forehead……"

Leon was very clear that his soul was an "illegal household". Seeing the mouth of the three-headed dog god opening wider and closer, and being held down by the dog's paws, Leon could only try to argue:
"Tell me, is there a possibility that... I am actually a true God?"

"Quack~"

Amused by Leon's words, the three-headed dog god laughed strangely twice, and then three black, white and gray tongues stretched out from the three dog mouths. Each of them licked Leon hard, and the excessive saliva flowed down like water.

"You are such an interesting soul. I guess you'll taste like strange-tasting beans after you eat them. I want to taste you even more now."

You are really not picky about food...

After hearing the words of the three-headed dog god, Leon, who was spitted with saliva, couldn't help but shudder violently, but it was not because he was worried about being eaten by the dog, but simply because he was frozen. Although the saliva of the three-headed dog was clear and transparent, without any strange suspended matter of suspicious color, it was filled with an extremely strong smell of death, which froze Leon's soul to the point of freezing.

"Isn't this...not good?"

After licking off the saliva that was flowing down like a stream, Leon looked at the huge dog mouth that was gradually approaching. After failing in the negotiation, he could only pray that the director would find out something was wrong quickly while trying to delay time:

"Strange-tasting beans... they're just snacks... eating these is not good for your health, how about... you eat something else and let me go to the depths of the dead world by myself, okay?

And you said that the Death Realm is a place that values...hiss...values ​​rules, so according to the rules, you should let me continue...continue to go inside instead of eating me directly."

"Tsk, why are you talking so much?"

Looking at Leon who was shivering from the cold but still holding on and refusing to give in, the three-headed dog god couldn't help but sigh, and then said dissatisfiedly:

"My duty is to guard the gate and prevent things that shouldn't be in the world of the dead from coming in, and at the same time, prevent souls that should be in the world of the dead from leaving. An escaping soul like you is the biggest violation of my duty. According to the rules, I should eat you!

Besides, I am responsible for guarding the entrance to the Dead Realm, and I cannot leave without permission under normal circumstances. But as a reward, when I am hungry, I am also entitled to eat any soul I like. This is the rule of the Dead Realm. If I eat you today, no one can say anything!"

"..."

Damn, I’m really done for this time.

Looking at the three-headed dog god who was eager to "taste" something no matter what he said, Leon only hated that he came in spirit and not in body, and couldn't just shit directly into its mouth and let it taste it.

"Okay! Rules, right?"

Knowing that he was doomed today, Leon could only curse the old thief Aquarius in his heart while glaring at the three-headed dog god who was about to feast on him. He gritted his teeth and said fiercely:

"I remember your rules! This time it's my bad luck! But when you eat me, remember to chew it into pieces. If there is a piece of bone as big as a fingernail left, I will cut your dog intestines!"

"Haha, I'll listen to you!"

After the three dog heads nodded in unison, the three-headed dog god, who had been unable to wait any longer, opened its huge mouth with bared teeth and sucked hard at Leon who was stepped on by its paws.

"Wait a moment!"

Just when Leon's soul felt slightly weak and was about to be "sucked" by the three-headed dog god, a hand emitting white fluorescence suddenly grabbed over and held Leon's floating soul.

???

Facing the surprised gazes of the man and the dog, the female reporter with a blood-red antler mark on her forehead grabbed Leon Soul's arm and stood up unsteadily.

After pulling Leon back with all her strength, her soul was torn by the antler mark and became a little erratic. It seemed that she would collapse at any time. She actually gasped and asked:

"Sir Angusi, if you want to eat me, you can eat me. I am willing to exchange with him!"

(End of this chapter)