In her sleep, Huai Shi felt like she was falling.

In the darkness, down, down, down, and down, it seemed that there were many people with him, some screaming in horror, others struggling numbly, but soon, they were all gone.

He fell into the water, as if he had sunk into a deep pool, and lifted himself up as if he had no weight, drifting with the tide in the darkness.

He looked like he was dead.

But it seems to be on the way to death.

It's almost there.

A voice told him.

But death seemed to have no end, carrying him little by little into the darker depths. Until he was sent to the muddy shore by the icy tide.

A rickety figure came from the darkness, looked down at him, bent down and pulled his legs, and dragged him to the edge of the grass hut on the mudflats.

Knock.

The door opened.

The smell of decomposing corpses spread.

In the thatched hut, the lights are lit only on the blood-stained operating table. The wrinkled white-haired old man wearing a mask was engrossed in dissecting the corpse in front of him, sometimes drawing two strokes in the artwork on the table next to him.

In the dim light of the oil lamps, well-concocted specimens dripped embalming liquid from the hooks around them. But the faces of the taxidermy humans still had a look of fear on their faces before they died.

The rickety figure pointed to Huai Shi and stretched out his hand to ask the old man behind the door for something.

The old man glanced at the young man on the ground with cloudy pupils, and slowly shook his head: "It's not dead yet, what did you sell a living person to do for me?"

"It's coming, it's coming soon......"

The rickety shadow made a strange sound, like the barking of a dog and a fox mixed together: "He's almost ...... There is still ...... essentia There is still ...... essentia"

"I can only give you half of it, and if you want, you can leave him, and if you don't want to, you can drag him away. The old man stood by and watched coldly.

The shadow seemed to be enraged, and screamed loudly.

The old man was unmoved, looking at it indifferently until it stretched out its hand in frustration: "Half, half ......"

An old copper coin was thrown into its hand.

"Get out of here if it's okay, don't disturb my work. ”

The old man glanced down at Huai Shi on the ground, frowned and dragged him one leg, dragged him to the operating table with great difficulty, and swept aside the shattered corpse that had been there.

The sound of the door closing as the shadow left made Huaishi's pupils twitch, and he tried to move, opening his mouth to snort, but coughing up a large pile of blood foam.

"Not dead yet, huh?"

The old man opened his eyelids, looked at the whites of his eyes in surprise, pinched the bones of Huai Shi with his dry hands, and finally nodded with satisfaction:

"It's a very standard structure, although it is not strong enough, but it should be able to make a temporary spare part...... I don't know if dismemberment while I'm alive can keep the best effect. ”

He sighed, but without hesitation, he cut the arteries of Huaishi's hands and thighs.

Huai Shi's throat made a ho-ho sound, but to no avail, and the warm blood quickly spread from under him, flowing down the groove of the planing table into the filthy barrel.

"Do you have something to say?"

The old man looked at his fluttering pupils, and was a little helpless: "It's almost dead, isn't it good to die quietly?" I've seen a lot of people like you, anyway, you have already crossed the border and fallen into hell, and death is a matter of course, right? Now it's just that the essentia has not dissipated, what else is there to complain about?"

He pulled out a bottle of potion and poured it into Huaishi's mouth, which was covered with blood, and the intense pungency and strange sourness irritated Huaishi's throat, and the burning touch like copper juice left down his throat, igniting his body like a fire, allowing him to let out a hoarse moan of pain.

"This is an elixir bought from the kobold for mummification, to keep the organs alive when the person is dying. But don't think about life, it's just to convert your remaining life into vitality and squeeze it out...... So that you can say a few more words before you die, and I can work more conveniently, how about you cooperate a little more?"

The old man buried his head and cut off Huai Shi's broken right hand: "Remember, don't scream, I hate loud sounds." ”

Huai Shi struggled to contain the painful voice, and his whole body twitched, as the old man said, he was able to make a faint sound when he was dying.

“...... Here, where is it?"

"In your words, the Depths of Twelve Hells, my corpse workshop, a place to sell small items to guests. You'll be one of the little things in a minute. ”

When the old man spoke, he continued to decompose Huai Shi's right hand without any scruples, and when he stabbed it, it was very precise, penetrating through the muscles and flesh, but it did not hurt Huai Shi's bones. It's like simply peeling the peel off the fruit, and the action is skilful and natural.

"How about a discussion...... Huai Shi swallowed the taste of pain and gasped hard: "I actually want to continue to live, let me go." ”

"No, I've already bought your body, how can you not die? Besides, you won't live for a few minutes, and I'll have to drag you back when you die. ”

Under the dim light, the old man's two eyeballs writhed in different axes, one black looked at Huai Shi, and the other red stared at the place where the knife was made: "Look at your body, the essentia is empty, and the days are running out...... Although the vitality is so vigorous, it is already burning out like ashes. How good would it be to die honestly, and burn the surplus value......"

His arm had been completely planed open, and the bones were carefully taken out by the old man, soaked in the embalming liquid next to him, and each piece was taken out, the old man shook it in front of Huai Shi with great interest.

Huai Shi stared blankly at the ceiling covered with dried blood, the pain had been replaced by numbness, and even his voice became dry and hoarse:

"I can't die here yet......"

"Why can't you die?" said the old man seriously, "Everyone can actually die. ”

As if he had been hooked up and had the nature of chatting, the old man meticulously cut Huai Shi's left hand and chattered in the blood plasma:

"I've met a lot of people who feel like they're important and play the most special role in this world, but they're all dead when they come here.

After they died, the world moved on, the sun rose as usual, and reality did not stop standing still because of the loss of them. So they're wrong, they're actually no different from everyone else. ”

He pointed to the corpses that were hanging in the air waiting to be sold, and explained to Huai Shi one by one: "This person used to be a big man on the high ground, this person used to be a messenger of justice who had stabbed countless wicked people, this person used to be a teacher of a dictator, and the dictator changed from a tyrannical person to a generation of wise leaders under his teaching, this is the dictator he taught...... But they all died.

Since life has been born, then death is irresistible. Even if it's a god, a hundred years, two hundred years, watching the vicissitudes of the world...... In a thousand years, even gods would find the world boring.

What are you compared to them?"

"But I still don't want to die. ”

Huai Shi blinked her eyes hard to prevent the tears that had lost control from blurring her vision: "That's it, don't look at me as weak, in fact, I'm also a tough guy." A man's tears are worth a thousand dollars, I cried, will you let me go?"