Unfathomable Doomsday

Killer, assassin...

Hiding in the darkness and dancing with the blade, the existence of harvesting life.

Lurking, concealment, one-hit kill, this is their code of conduct.

As long as the dagger is in hand, they will be there in the shadows behind the light.

Undertaker is undoubtedly the top existence among assassins, none of their targets can survive...

No one can refuse the gift of death.

As long as you hold a sharp object in your hand, everything can be cut off!

In short, the task of the assassin is roughly the above points...

Then... Now, as one of the top members of The Undertaker, a famous assassination organization on the mainland, the famous mortician...

Holding a small tray, he stood beside a girl in a wheelchair.

The mortician put the tray on the table in front of the girl, and then the assassin, who was supposed to keep his sword in his hands, placed the small silver spoons and silver knives, which were the only weapons in his hands, on both sides of the tray. .

At this moment, the assassin took off his blood-stained clothes, standing in front of the young lady he served like a loyal old housekeeper...

"Oh...it looks very rich." Xing Luo looked at the various delicacies on the tray, and showed a surprised smile: "This point can be well-done. Compliments, mortician."

The cold aura and faint murderous aura of this top killer seemed to not exist in front of Xing Luo.

She couldn't wait to pick up the silver spoon, picked up a cup of brightly colored ice cream, and ate it carefully.

With every scoop of ice cream in her mouth, the corners of her eyes are filled with happiness.

Like an innocent child.

Although her appearance is like this, her heart should not be described by the two words of innocence...

Not at all appropriate.

The person standing beside her was an assassin, not a housekeeper who really took care of her life.

So eating ice cream before meals should not be done... As an assassin, he is absolutely not qualified to remind him.

Because he is not the parents of the girl who is smiling happily in front of him, relatives... the girl in front of him... is the immediate boss of the assassination organization "Undertaker" that makes everyone on the road fearful!

Master of the Mortician!

If it was told, no one would believe it. The mortician seemed to be able to harvest the fragile life of this handicapped girl with just one swing of a knife.

It's just that some people live in her disguise forever.

The mortician's instinct is to submit to her...

It's just that there is only one problem now, and that is that the person standing beside her is still the 'mortician', the loyal dog who wholeheartedly serves his master.

It's just a pity that the mortician died a day ago, and was 'killed' again today.

"As expected, this taste is the best." Xing Luo licked the corner of his mouth, as if he was really indulging in the deliciousness of sweets, and didn't care about the assassin standing beside him.

Maybe because the ice cream melted too fast, a small part fell on Xing Luo's other hand... The small ball of ice cream melted on her hand.

When Xing Luo was thinking about what to do, a clean white towel was placed on Xing Luo's hand, and gradually wiped off the stains on Xing Luo's little hands bit by bit.

Xing Luo looked at the cold skull mask along the hand covered by the gray-white robe.

For some reason, she laughed, narrowing her eyes and smiling happily.

Without saying anything more, Xing Luo continued to enjoy her dinner. The special metallurgical steak buried in Jincheng was served with a special sauce extracted from underground rock formations, and the salt produced in the South Sea country... It was a mouth-watering meal. The moving fragrance slowly diffused in the room.

Xing Luo was cutting with a small silver knife, her movements were very delicate, but also very slow.

The mortician waited silently at the side...

One tall and one short, one sitting and one standing, an assassin and a singer...

The two seem to have a special tacit understanding, and the only sound in the room is the crisp sound of tableware colliding.

Eventually even the crisp sound disappeared...

Xing Luo finished eating, she had already finished her dinner, Xing Luo raised her head, the corners of her mouth were stained with that unknown sauce, and slightly raised, as if she was waiting for something.

The body of the assassin also moved... The hands that should have been holding a knife to harvest human life, not only took out a white tissue from somewhere...

Gently, almost to the extent of stroking, wipe off the sauce on the corner of Xing Luo's slightly raised mouth bit by bit.

The opponent's movements are very skilled...

As if he had done this kind of thing many times, he took care of the young girl for dinner with ease.

Obviously, he has done this kind of thing many times...so many...many times, it almost became an instinctive action.

Xing Luo seemed to know something, and smiled... Looking at the feeling of his most familiar subordinate, stroking his face.

really tender...

After wiping the corners of his mouth, he silently took out the teacup, brewed a pot of hot black tea and placed it in front of Xing Luo.

If you eat hot food after ice cream, if you don't drink some hot water, your stomach will feel uncomfortable.

He knows, because he is too familiar, in front of all the little girls, the temptation of ice cream is far greater than that of Chinese food.

Ice has no taste, only the coldness penetrates into the heart, so all the little girls like it, all the girls...

Xing Luo picked up the teacup with one hand... When her fingers touched the cup of black tea, Xing Luo's original childish feeling faded away forever.

There is no better way to set off the majesty with black tea.

There was light in her amber eyes, she took a sip of black tea elegantly, put it on the table, looked at the man with the metal mask, and said calmly.

"You... are not a mortician, if this is my last supper..."

Her smile is still there.

"I am very satisfied."

"What a surprise."

Finally, the man spoke. It wasn't the rough and harsh voice of the mortician... but a calm and comfortable voice.

When Lu Qiu was not excited by the blood, it felt like when his heart was at peace.

"I don't think there's something wrong with my disguise, or do you have the ability to see through all of this? Saint Xingluo Kraul?"

Xing Luo heard this completely different voice from his subordinates, and realized that his subordinates might be in danger.

But Xing Luo didn't panic, just smiled lightly.

"Because the mortician is an assassin, the assassin will not be so gentle... I think, sir, there must be a girl you love very much in your family. I can feel it. After you caressed me The tenderness to that girl when she touched her cheek... she...is really a lucky child."

Xing Luo said... sighed.

gentle……

This word is really not suitable for someone like me whose hands are covered with blood.

"Okay, this is the end of the boring role-playing game."

The body of the mortician was surrounded by blood, and Lu Qiu stood in front of her in a moment.

"However, it is your last dinner, and I am really honored to satisfy you... Your Excellency the Great Saint."

"How much do you know about me?"

"all……"

After Xing Luo was found out about her identity, she still didn't express anything. She is an excellent pretender, and her inner emotions will never be shown on her face, so with this talent, she can stand on the stage and be accepted by others. attention.

"Should I call you Xingyao Klauer, the genius saint who shocked the world a hundred years ago, or Xingluo Vernate, the singer who was remembered by the world a year ago? No, maybe I should call you You're a 'soul changer', a person who touches taboos, or a hundred-year-old old woman, or a genius singer who is only twelve years old, you have many identities, don't you?"

Lu Qiu said slowly.

"However, there is only one identity that I am most interested in, and that is Xingluo Vernate, the second lady of the empire's second business family and the leader of the underground dark chamber of commerce."

In front of Lu Qiu, Xing Luo has no secrets... As long as there is blood, no one has any secrets in front of Lu Qiu.

Whether it's her past or present... as long as she still remembers, Lu Qiu can turn all her memories into his own.

"Then... what do you want to do? Sir, this dinner of yours can't buy the life of a saint." Xing Luo also answered Lu Qiu without any disturbance, and looked at Lu Qiu under the light. Let my young soul have some trembling faces: "Of course, with the appearance and temperament of Mr., it makes my young heart throb..."

"It's just that you, the elder, don't agree. You, the reincarnated soul, really worked hard."

Lu Qiu continued to talk...

"What I need is your identity as a businessman. Since you are dealing with a businessman, you must do it in a transactional way, right?"

"Oh?" Xing Luo's amber eyes tended to be more yellow than pale gold, but they still looked very noble, which was the nobility from the origin of a person's soul.

She looked at Lu Qiu who was sitting across the round table.

The current Lu Qiu can never have anything to do with the assassin... On the contrary, when she was young, she imagined the boy who appeared in her dreams countless times, invited her to dinner, and finally healed her legs, allowing her to return to that place again. The stage that everyone is looking forward to.

But Xing Luo knows that this is just a wild fantasy... The price of escaping from the court of the gods is huge. Even if she builds a huge money-making machine called "Undertaker", she cannot buy enough resources to heal herself The physical burden of soul transformation.

Her body is breaking down day by day, and one day her soul will disappear forever in this world, just like the saints who escaped from the court of the gods in the past, pay the due price.

Nothing can heal his dying body.

Xing Luo understood that it was just Lu Qiu's calm and confident smile that inexplicably gave Xing Luo a sense of expectation.

Lu Qiu took out a glass bottle... the liquid in it was pure red, so red that it was impossible to find any other color...

These viscous reds exploded with great vitality and rolled in the bottle, as if they would break through the shackles of the bottle at any time.

Xing Luo was attracted...

She can be sure that the contents in this bottle can definitely bring new changes to her dying body...

What the hell is this...? Who is this man? A little surprise finally appeared on Xing Luo's calm face.