Chapter 893 Internal strife
Chapter 893 Internal strife
"you?!"
Looking at the Lords of the Dead Realm who stood behind the Faceless Man one by one, some with apologetic expressions and some with fierce eyes, the First Dead could not help but get angry, and then shouted with disappointment:
"Have you forgotten what you said before? When I let go of the road of no return and distributed the power, each of you promised me that you would maintain the normal operation of the dead world! This is a shameful betrayal!"
"We are now maintaining the normal operation of the dead world."
The faceless man bowed slightly, then asked in a cold voice:
"Mr. First Dead, is it possible that you are the one who actually betrayed the Dead Realm?"
"I betrayed the dead world? What crazy things are you talking about?"
"My Lord, what I said is not crazy, but the truth."
After "correcting" the first deceased's statement, the faceless man slowly straightened his back and said with a look of slight disgust:
"We did come from the present world, but we have long been dead! Now we are the deceased, the masters standing at the top of the entire dead world! If it weren't for us, the entire present world would have been destroyed many years ago!
We have given so much to humanity and the world, so we want to get the respect and status we deserve, and the right to return to the world. Isn’t that right? What have we done wrong?”
"..."
"And you! Although you are the first deceased in the underworld, you have never considered yourself a part of the underworld! You clearly have enough abilities, but you have never fought for the opportunity for us to return to the world!
In your eyes, we are not the masters of the dead world at all, but your helpers in dealing with the souls of the dead! We are slaves who must stay in this boring world of only black, white and gray, and serve humans and the world forever!"
"I……"
As if frightened by the sudden outburst of anger from the Faceless Man, the First Dead Man, who was originally full of indignation, subconsciously took a half step back, then took a deep breath, and said with a hint of guilt:
"I have never thought of this, nor have I considered you as slaves. I just think that since we are all dead, we should not return to the world of the living.
Moreover, over the years, you have been too deeply involved in the world of the dead, and ordinary people simply cannot bear it. If you rashly return to the world, it will definitely bring about large-scale deaths, so you can only choose to sacrifice..."
"Why should we sacrifice ourselves?"
The layers of corpse bands wrapped around his body were slightly stained, and after a lot of blood mixed with thick turbid yellow liquid was squeezed out, the dead monk with a fierce look in his eyes spoke:
"Those still alive in the real world will come here sooner or later, so why can't we go back? We also came from the real world in the first place, and we have paid so much to maintain the stability of the real world. We are not the ones who should give in!"
"But you are already dead..."
It seems that he is not good at dealing with this kind of situation. When he saw the Lords of the Dead Realm looking at him with eyes that seemed to be burning, the First Dead could not help but take another step back, and then argued somewhat weakly:
“The dead enter the realm of the dead, and after they perish, they return to their origins. Only then can new souls be born in the world. This is part of the rules of the world.
Compared to other souls, you have already gained a lot. Apart from not supporting you to go to the world, I have helped you gain endless life and have never restricted you in anything. You...why are you not satisfied?"
"It's not that we are ungrateful, but we want to get a return that is equal to our efforts... Forget it, you should just leave."
After shaking his head slightly, perhaps too lazy to continue explaining, the faceless man raised his arm and gestured to the direction away from [Frozen Coffin River], then said expressionlessly:
"Although you are the strongest ruler of the Death Realm, after you let go of the road of no return and separated the rules of the Death Realm, the strength of me, the Carver, and the Patrol Girl is not much worse than you. In a three-on-one situation, even you would not be our opponent, not to mention that there are other people to support us... In consideration of your past care for us, please leave here. I will not say this again next time."
"..."
Looking at the Lords of the Dead who were all firmly standing behind the Faceless Man, except for the old man holding the lantern who was still a little hesitant, the mud man who was the incarnation of the first dead could not help but dim his eyes slightly, and then sighed:
"I can leave...Also, although I don't know if what I did in the past was right or not, there is one thing I am sure of, that is, you must be wrong!"
"..."
Are we wrong?
Looking at the first dead person who left a few words and then turned away sadly, the faceless man was silent for a moment, then called out:
"Mr. First Death."
"Ok?"
After hearing the call from behind, the first dead man, whose body was covered with peeling mud, turned around in surprise, but what caught his eyes at the first time was not the flat face of the faceless man, but a phosphorescent blue light.
"Feel sorry."
As the faceless man apologized, black and white bricks and stones spread out from under his feet, replacing the pale land along the frozen river with a strange square of black and white.
A huge tombstone covered with thick green moss rose from the ground behind the first deceased. Following the light and shadow of the faint blue lamp, its entire shadow was cast on the tombstone as if it had been cut along the edge with a carving knife.
Finally, the old man holding the lantern shook the lamp in his hand slightly, and the dark blue light that occupied the eyes of the first dead man began to flow out from his eye sockets, and in an instant flowed through the first dead man's body, burning him with astonishment in his eyes into a human-shaped azure torch.
"Send him away."
As the Faceless Man spoke in a low tone, the old man holding the lantern sighed quietly. He then raised his other missing arm and used the half of the flesh that had been flattened at the end of the wrist bone to swipe in the air towards the feet of the first dead man.
"Kick!"
With the sudden strange tearing sound, the black and white bricks, the dim blue lights and the huge moss-covered tombstones all disappeared in front of the masters of the dead world, and in their place was an ancient cliff that they were very familiar with.
Sorry.
After looking at the eyes of the first dead that were full of resentment and confusion, the old man holding the lantern who was temporarily in charge of [The Cliff of the End] sighed, then avoided its gaze, lowered his head and walked forward, raised his hand and pushed the motionless first dead person off the cliff.
You did not choose to stand on the side of the Dead Realm, and the plan to ambush the Cleanup Bureau must not be leaked... I'm sorry.
"Let's go."
Looking at the first dead person who fell down the [Cliff of the End] like a stone, the faceless man couldn't help but sigh, then turned to the stunned masters of the dead world and said:
"I don't want this either, but the First Dead One knows too much. If he... wait!"
Looking at the pile of broken ice that had fallen to the ground in the distance, and the black glacier with a big hole in it, the Faceless Man's eyes suddenly widened, almost bursting his face!
"Where's the patrol girl? Where's the patrol girl!!!"
(End of this chapter)