Qin Lun's eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, he only felt that he had a long, long dream. An ant-like voice loomed in the dream, but it was so clear that it seemed to have been deeply embedded in the depths of consciousness.

That voice didn't belong to any known language, but Qin Lun somehow understood all the contents, as if it was directly acting on his soul, and there was no need for any translation at all.

"Woo woo~~" Just as Qin Lun wanted to study the content of the voice, a sobbing sound like a broken gong sounded in his ears.

This time, Qin Lun assured that this was definitely not the law of the broken starry sky, because the sound was too ugly, too harsh, comparable to the cry of a night owl, so that he could no longer lie down quietly.

"Shut up!" Qin Lun couldn't help but snort softly.

"Ah~~" The sobbing sound like a broken gong stopped abruptly, and was replaced by a high-pitched scream.

Qin Lun lifted the thin layer of things covering his body with some anger, sat up straight, and looked in the direction of the scream with an expressionless face. I saw that under the bright moon hanging high, a hunchbacked man with an ugly face and ragged clothes was sitting on the ground with a frightened face, and retreated in panic.

"Master Wellington, I know you're not happy with such a funeral, but poor Frank really doesn't have the money, so I'll prepare a coffin for you!"

The hunchbacked man had unkempt hair, his chin was covered with dust on his beard, and his rough linen shirt was stained. Perhaps due to the relationship between long-term work and dirt, the specific age is really difficult to judge, but the preliminary estimate is that it should be less than fifty years old.

Funeral?! Qin Lun turned his head to look around, and immediately pursed his lips expressionlessly. The place where he was a gloomy wooded graveyard, and apart from the cold moonlight scattered on the ground through the branches, the ghostly and gloomy grave mounds did not even sound a mob of insects and rats.

The thin thing that Qin Lun opened just now was a broken straw mat. Half a meter beside him, there was also a rectangular pit more than a meter deep, apparently a tomb prepared for him.

After calming down for a while, Qin Lun's consciousness immediately appeared with information about the identity of the plot on the death list. After leaving the Shattered Starry Sky, the death list seems to be less suppressed, and it is easier to summon.

Wellington Stein, human, twenty-four years old, occupation: folk doctor. He has practiced medicine for generations, but has not been officially qualified to practice medicine.

Folk doctors without official licenses! Qin Lun's face twitched slightly, in other words, the original owner of his body was a grass-headed quack with inferior medical skills.

Qin Lun looked back at the hunchbacked man, and Wellington's remaining memories immediately surfaced his relevant information.

Frank ? , human, thirty-two years old, unprofessional vagrant, Willington Stein's personal servant.

He's only thirty-two years old? Qin Lun was slightly surprised, judging from Frank's ugly appearance full of wrinkles and the back of his thin hands, he looked at least fifty years old.

Wellington's remaining memories reveal that Frank was originally an abandoned baby who was picked up and raised by Wellington's father from the wilderness. Originally, he wanted to sell it to the workshops in the city as child laborers, but because Frank was so ugly, not only was he a hunchback, but his legs and feet were also disabled, he couldn't sell it at all, so he had to use it as a servant all the time.

However, Frank is extremely grateful to Stan and his son for taking them in, and is loyal to Stan and his family. When he was a child, he also blocked the bullying of many friends for Little Wellington, and when he grew up, he worked hard and made a lot of contributions to Wellington's "medical research".

For example, go to the cemetery to help Wellington steal fresh corpses for him to dissect......

"Master Wellington, you're not dead yet?"

At this time, Frank relieved himself a little and asked in a bold whisper. After all, he is his own master, and he has been dealing with corpses in the cemetery for many years, so he can still distinguish between the dead and the living.

What does it mean to not be dead! Qin Lun's habitual smile that had just been revealed was directly extinguished, and the red glint in his eyes flashed continuously, and he had an urge to kill him directly. However, realizing that this faithful servant was still of great use to him, the red glow in the killer's eyes slowly faded.

Qin Lun stood up silently, dusted off his body, and suddenly found himself wearing a pair of old leather gloves, a knee-high black velvet windbreaker jacket, a black gentleman's vest and a white shirt with lace trim, a pair of black trousers and a pair of riding boots.

This outfit can still be eye-catching, except that the clothes are relatively old, the white shirt is a little yellowed, and the cuffs and lining are obviously damaged, which is barely a decent person.

"Master Wellington, you really didn't die!" Frank was finally overjoyed when he saw Qin Lun standing up. He crawled a few steps on the ground on all fours, hugged his master's thigh, grinned, and showed a mouthful of rotten teeth full of black and yellow tartar, and the ghost cried wolf, and his ugly face was suddenly covered with snot and tears.

"I ......" Seeing that Frank's tears and snot were covered in his trouser legs, Qin Lun finally didn't hold back his breath and kicked this loyal servant to the ground.

"I've been dead for a few days...... Oh no, I've been in a coma for days! Qin Lun covered his face, took a deep breath, and calmed down the anger that was provoked by Frank.

"Young Master, you're dead...... Oh no, I've been in a coma for almost three days! Frank wiped his face and cautiously peeked at Qin Lun, as if he was still confirming the life and death of his master.

"Is there a water source nearby, take me there!" Qin Lun commanded expressionlessly.

"Young Master, are you thirsty? I've got water here! Frank hesitated, then pulled a small, flat aluminum kettle out of his bosom.

"No, I'm going to wash my body!" Qin Lun frowned and took the flat pot, although this garment seemed to have been cleaned before being buried, but now it was also full of the putrid smell of corpses, and it couldn't just be worn out to meet people.

"Ahem, ahem! What is this? Qin Lun brought the flat pot to his mouth, and as soon as he took a sip, he was irritated by the spicy and pungent taste, and his fair face turned eggplant-colored.

"This ...... This is the kind of wine from the young master's studio...... Alcohol, though, I didn't take much, with some water in it! Frank rubbed his big rough hands and muttered a little wryly, "It's cold at night, drink a little to keep the cold away!" ”

Medical alcohol mixed with water! Qin Lun's eyes widened, and his pupils glowed with scarlet light, and he once again had the urge to strangle Frank directly. The murderer has never been cheated like this until now.

Closing his eyes, taking a few deep breaths, barely suppressing the urge to kill in his heart, Qin Lun roared expressionlessly again, "Lead the way ahead and take me to the water source near here!" ”

"Oh!" Frank shrunk his head and agreed, but he didn't move immediately, but squatted on the ground and groped for a while, picked up two things and handed them to Qin Lun.

Qin Lun took these two things, and raised his eyebrows, which were a small top hat with a wide brim and a walking stick. By the moonlight, you can see that the brass hand on the top of the cane has been worn out for the most part, and it looks extremely old, probably the inheritance of Wellington's father.

At the same time as seeing this thing, Qin Lun unconsciously put his hand into his jacket pocket, and his face suddenly changed. It wasn't his habit, it was the habit of the dead Young Master Stan, Wellington.

"Where's my pocket watch?" A warm smile appeared on Qin Lun's face, but red flashed in his eyes again. From Wellington's remaining memories, he sensed that the young man should also have a brass pocket watch inherited from his father, which was also the most valuable item on his body.

"Young Master's pocket watch......" Frank replied with a hint of guilt on his face, his eyes flashing, "I thought that the young master had passed away, and I had taken the pocket watch!" ”

Qin Lun was silent, the red glow in his eyes became more and more abundant, but when he noticed the direction that Frank occasionally peeked into, he was slightly stunned. At one end of the tomb, a small square stone tablet is lying peacefully in the dirt.

Qin Lun's heart moved, he took a few steps forward, picked up the stone tablet, and suddenly sighed softly. The stele bears the name of Wellington Stein, and this is the young man's tombstone! Instead of enriching his pocket watch, Frank chose to erect a tombstone for him.

Thinking about it carefully, although Wellington did not have a coffin before he died, the clothes on his body were neat, at least compared to the unclothed Frank, who was much more decent.

Had it not been for the faithfulness of his master, the ugly-faced and handicapped servant would have stripped Wellington of his clothes and put on himself to protect himself from the cold. As for the money used as a pocket watch, it is estimated that it is only enough to exchange for this tombstone, and it is impossible to build a coffin for young people.

Think of the handicapped Frank carrying Wellington's body and tombstone into this eerie grove in the middle of the night. He used medical alcohol mixed with water to resist the cold wind of the night, and dug such a tomb for his master, with a spade after spade.

The smile on Qin Lun's face did not diminish in the slightest, but the red glow in his eyes slowly faded.

"Let's go, it's not dawn yet, go to the river and wash it!"

Frank's left and right feet are somewhat asymmetrical, and he limps and walks slowly. At this time, under the light of the moon, Qin Lun found that this servant had his head down, and he actually had the same height as him, and his shoulders were broad and his skeleton was thick. If it weren't for the hunchback, it would probably be a burly giant.

Qin Lun didn't urge Frank anymore, he followed him with a comfortable expression, looking at the broken tombstones and human remains exposed to the ground at his feet with interest from time to time, calmly walking in his own backyard.

Not far from this wooded cemetery, there is a small stream. Qin Lun stripped off his clothes in two or two, stood naked in the stream and washed his body and clothes, until the rancid smell on his body was diluted a lot, and then climbed ashore again.

Frank built a bonfire by the stream, and when he saw Qin Lun coming ashore, he immediately took his clothes and dried them next to the bonfire with a fork of a branch.

"Master Wellington, take another sip of wine to warm up?" Frank was very eyeless and handed the flat wine jug containing water and alcohol to Qin Lun.

"You! Go down and wash me too! Qin Lun smiled, took the wine jug with an expressionless face, and kicked the hunchbacked servant into the stream.