Chapter 895 Lyon!
Chapter 895 Lyon!
“Leon!!!”
Her tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and after taking several deep breaths, Emma, who was shivering all over, could not help but raise her arms. She pushed away the dirty ebony board above her head with difficulty, and sat up from the coffin full of worm holes. Her vest was already soaked with cold sweat.
What happened? Why in my nightmare, Leon was pushed off a cliff by a beast whose face I couldn't see?
"Eh?"
As if he heard the sound of the coffin lid opening behind him, the square-headed old man who was working hard to wash the pot not far away couldn't help but look back, and then said with an unhappy face:
"You're already in the coffin, why are you still sitting up? Have you forgotten what I said before?"
"I'm sorry……"
After trying to calm her pounding heart, Emma, still in shock, hurriedly apologized:
"Third generation, I just had a nightmare..."
"Stop! Stop it!"
Raising his hand and making a "STOP" gesture, the third-generation old man interrupted Emma and said with an unhappy look on his face:
"You all have been tormented in the City of Regret, and now you are in the Sage's Coffin, which can affect your soul. It would be strange if you didn't have seventeen or eighteen nightmares... Look at them, aren't they all dreaming?"
As if to prove his words, the third-generation old man waved his hand toward the cemetery that had been dug up in a mess and was full of holes. One by one, the old coffin lids were opened, revealing the cleaners groaning underneath.
“Wow…I was wrong, I was really wrong!”
"Please, let him go, let him go!"
"We can't divorce! How about the three of us get divorced together?"
"No! No! How could this happen!"
"..."
"See? Isn't this all just a dream?"
After raising his hand and pointing at the coffin under Emma, the third-generation old man snorted:
"Hurry up and go back to bed! You little losers who can't even defeat a true god have been in the City of Regret for several weeks. Your souls can no longer hold on. When you return to the real world, you will have to lie down for at least a year or two before you can get out of bed. You will never recover without three to five years of recuperation.
Although having nightmares in the Sage's Coffin is uncomfortable, it also helps to repair the cracks in your souls and even has the effect of opening up your wisdom. You've made a lot of money, don't you know?"
"Thank you, Mr. Sandai..."
Emma had heard about the three generations of directors from the red-haired director a long time ago. Facing the square-headed old man who "took him in", Emma naturally did not dare to neglect him. She quickly thanked him and then said hesitantly:
"But something seems a little off about that nightmare I just had."
"There's nothing right or wrong about it. What's abnormal in a dream? There's no need to make a fuss."
"But……"
"No buts! Go away! Go back and lie down quickly, don't make any more trouble for me!"
He picked up a wooden-handled brush from the pot that was brighter than a mirror, pointed at the group of dead people tied to the tree nearby, and said impatiently:
"Have you seen that green-haired old man? His hair was gold before it got moldy. He was known as a great playwright who only appears once in a thousand years. Every hair that fell when he was writing a script was collected by someone as if it were gold.
And the old lady opposite, although her chest has drooped to her knees now, when she was alive, she was a dancer known for her elegant posture. One of her performances could attract at least hundreds of thousands of spectators, and people who wanted to see her could line up for a kilometer.
The rest of those things bundled up over there are basically all from scholars in Crook, the capital of machinery. Many of the things you use now were invented by them. Any one of them taken out individually is a hero to all mankind!
In order to free up the coffins for you to repair your souls, I dug them all out of the grave! If you weren’t sent by that kid, I wouldn’t care whether there was anything wrong with your souls, don’t be ungrateful! " "I...but I just dreamed of Leon, he..."
"Aren't you his mistress? What's wrong with dreaming about him?"
"..."
Emma was choked by the question from the third-generation old man, who asked her as if it was a matter of course. After holding it in for a while, she couldn't help but blush and said:
"It wasn't that kind of dream! I dreamed that Leon was hugging a naked man and fell off a very steep cliff!"
"what???"
After hearing Emma's words, the old man of the third generation was shocked, and then said in disbelief:
"He still has that kind of habit?"
"no……"
Emma realized that the third-generation old man's train of thought was a bit strange. She felt that she couldn't explain it to him clearly, so she pursed her lips, tried to organize her words, and spoke again:
"I have a close connection with Leon...Listen to me!"
After raising her hand in advance to stop the old man from the third generation who wanted to speak, Emma, looking a little anxious, explained very quickly:
“Leon once carried me back from the underworld to the living world. Our souls were very close, and after that, we had some kind of connection.
So I think that my nightmare is probably not just a simple nightmare, but something happened to the soul fragment of Leon that stayed in the dead world. After his soul was in trouble, my soul felt the situation at that time! "
"Is this so..."
The old man of the third generation couldn't help but look serious when he heard this, and then frowned and said:
"Then based on what you saw... could it be that the soul of that boy committed suicide by jumping off a cliff with a naked man in his arms?"
"..."
This old man has a problem with his brain!!!
Facing the third-generation director who kept talking nonsense and pretending not to understand, Emma, who was extremely uneasy, stamped her feet and said with an annoyed look:
“Sir Sandai! Something might have happened to Leon’s soul! He is the best cleaner I have ever seen in our Cleanup Bureau! And you are his teacher! You…”
"You fart!"
The square-headed old man couldn't help but get furious when he heard this, and he jumped up and down and cursed back:
"You are his teacher! Your whole family is his teacher! I... Fuck! Don't you dare talk nonsense! I never taught him anything! I don't know him at all!"
"Teacher, you feel guilty for saying this."
"?!?!!!"
After hearing the voice that almost ruined his reputation, the third-generation director's neck couldn't help but shrink slightly, and then he looked back with an extremely complicated expression.
A pile of rare materials... No, a familiar figure with black hair and black eyes reached out from the pot, pulled the edge of the pot, poured out the water used to wash the pot, and then crouched down and crawled out of the pot that he had polished to a shine, and said with a disgusting smile:
"three……"
"Leon!"
(End of this chapter)