Chapter 892: The First Dead Person
Chapter 892 The First Death
really……
After hearing the Faceless Man's words, all the Lords of the Dead Realm nodded one after another, agreeing with the Faceless Man's judgment.
Before today, not many people among the Lords of the Dead had come into contact with Leon. At most, they only knew that there was such a crazy cleaner.
But after witnessing with their own eyes how he used his "living" body to resist the [blood of the dead], the masters of the dead world, who had only heard of him, finally realized what the "God of Food" really represented.
If he gets the right opportunity, he will really kill!
After recalling the look that Leon had given them before, the Lords of the Dead Realm couldn't help but look at each other, and saw deep fear in each of their eyes.
The way the God of Cookery looked at him and the others was very... strange.
There was neither fear nor disgust, not even much hostility, but it just made people feel numb... If I had to describe it, the way the God of Food looked at him and the others was like looking at huge rocks blocking the way ahead.
If you can't move it, you can take a detour; but if you can move it...
……
"You all are here."
Just as the expressions of the masters of the dead world gradually turned firm, a hoarse voice with a hint of anger came from under their feet, and then a small mound of earth suddenly rose up on the pale land on both sides of the frozen river.
As the Lords of the Dead looked slightly embarrassed, a man made of white mud crawled out of the mound naked, looked around at the Lords of the Dead standing under the glacier, and asked with a somewhat unpleasant expression:
"So you have made up your mind and are ready to open the [Frozen Coffin River]?"
"grown ups!"
"Mr. First Death!"
"My Lord...I'm sorry..."
After seeing the man condensed from mud, all the masters of the dead world bowed their heads and respectfully greeted him. The mud man waved his hand to indicate that there was no need for courtesy, then looked up at the huge glacier in front of him that pierced the clouds, and said with a complicated expression:
"Don't call me Sir. I just died earlier than you. I can't bear to be called Sir by you... Faceless Man, what are you going to do?"
"Mr. First Death."
After bowing respectfully again, the faceless man bowed his head with an apologetic look on his face and said:
“I am going to open the Frozen Coffin River, open the coffin where your body was originally stored, cut out a third of your flesh and blood, break off your six pairs of ribs, and take half of your heart. Then I will use the remaining materials from your coffin to seal these things and bury them outside the Sage Cemetery in advance.
When the people from the Cleanup Bureau come out, we will attack separately, destroy this part of your body in one go, spread out all the accumulated [Death] inside, and freeze all the people from the Cleanup Bureau."
"hehe."
After hearing the faceless man's words, the naked mud man couldn't help but sneer.
"You're so kind that you even left some for me."
"grown ups."
After opening his mouth to respond, the faceless man bowed and explained:
"It was you who broke your spine to make bricks, paving the way of no return piece by piece, that made us what we are today. We respect you sincerely. If there was no other way, we would not want to..."
"Is there really no way?"
After interrupting the faceless man, the first dead man, who had an ordinary appearance and figure, but a pair of eyes emitting a strange spirit, asked back with a bad look:
"The Cleanup Bureau's requirement for the Dead World is that it can operate stably. If they didn't really sense a threat, they would never attack you casually. So which side is helpless?" "..."
"Okay, stop saying this kind of unnecessary words."
After waving his hand to signal the faceless man that he didn't need to explain any more, the first dead man said with annoyance in his eyes:
"I object to your decision! I left my body behind so that I could have materials to repair the Road of No Return if it was damaged. Not to do this to you!"
"Sir, please think about it again."
The faceless man said nothing, but the crow-eyed old lady blinked her eyes and pleaded in a sharp voice:
"You don't know the situation. We are the ones who are forced into a desperate situation. If we can't severely damage the Cleanup Bureau and capture the God of Cookery this time, I'm afraid you won't see us again in a hundred years. In a sense, we are your children. Can you really bear to see this happen?"
After hearing what Grandma Crow Eye said, the mud man hesitated for a moment, then shook his head again and said:
“No, if you were gone, the Cleanup Bureau would have to send at least ten cleaners who are True Gods or above to perfectly take your place, and this price is something they cannot afford.
When humans were at their most powerful, the Cleanup Bureau didn’t do this, and they certainly won’t do this now, so as long as you come to the talks with sincerity and promise not to harm the present world…”
"grown ups!"
After interrupting the first dead man, an old man with a lantern who had been hiding in the shadows slowly walked out, hunched over his old body and said:
"We don't want to rely on human kindness for our own safety... Besides, human life is so short and humble that we can't always keep our promises."
After taking a look at the patrol girl's frost-covered back, the old man holding the lantern slowly straightened his back and said calmly:
“Even if the current Cleanup Bureau can agree to negotiate with us, it is not certain that the Cleanup Bureau controlled by the God of Food in a few decades will agree to do so. Given his style, he will most likely choose to kill us all.
Even if the God of Cookery changes his mind and chooses to live in peace with us, there will be a new third-generation director in the future, or even a new God of Cookery. Who can guarantee that they will continue to keep their promises?"
“That’s not the same thing!”
The first deceased couldn't help but frowned when he heard this:
“There is no need for the Cleansing Bureau to attack the Dead World. Moreover, although there have been many directors and directors over the past few thousand years, they have all abided by the agreement. You are the first to break the agreement!
The so-called worry that humans will break their promises is nothing more than an excuse for you to get rid of the dead body and get involved in the living world again! No matter what you say, I will not agree to you using my corpse!"
"Mr. First Death."
After calling out, the faceless man who had been silent since just now spoke again:
"Does your body...really belong entirely to you?"
"What do you mean by this!"
"What I mean is that if it was back then, your body would have belonged to you, but now that your body has been left in the Frozen Coffin River and has been soaked in the purest death in the Death Realm for countless years and has left our mark, it can now be considered the common 'property' of the entire Death Realm."
"you?!"
"Mr. First Death."
Under the angry and disappointed gaze of the mud man, the faceless man raised his head and looked at him straight in the eye, and said expressionlessly:
"The 'property' of the entire Dead World should be used when it is needed to protect the entire Dead World, so please do not do unnecessary things.
Finally, although I respect you from the bottom of my heart, if you choose to stand on the side of humans and the Cleanup Bureau and insist on not handing over your body...then we can only say sorry!"
(End of this chapter)