He was about to be eaten again.

Hanyu opened his eyes, and there was a hint of randomness in his helplessness.

It was a splendid palace filled with upper-class aristocrats.

There are princes and generals of large countries in the East, and noble princesses of Western countries.

They didn't make any superfluous eye contact or physical contact with each other, like stiff puppets, as if they had been threaded or danced on their faces, or pushed cups to change lamps.

But the moment Hanyu Michizo opened his eyes, all the guests' eyes turned, round like glass beads, and the whites of their eyes turned to the front.

All the "sights" of the entire palace converged.

The people in the palace crowded more and more like ghosts, slowly filling the palace, and everyone had an extra pair of knives and forks or a set of chopsticks in their hands.

The casual collision between the dishes makes a slight sound of metal colliding.

Everyone began to squeeze towards Hanyu Michizo, and a strong aroma entered Hanyu Michizo's nose.

It's time to eat.

Hanyu raised his head three times, but what he saw was that he was lying flat on the dining table, his entire body dissected, and the enticing aroma exuded from the inside out.

Even Hanyu Michizo was intoxicated by this smell of meat, and he couldn't help but take a bowl.

Hanyu tried to move, but his hands seemed to be bound by invisible ropes.

The diners drooled, their eyes filled with various desires, and they pressed Hanyu Michizo under them.

"Isn't it, again?"

Hanyu Daosan complained speechlessly, this is not as good as last night, there is one more pink-haired death god in the dream.

Outside of the dream, a gray mist that no one could detect was released from Hanyu Michizo's body, which was lying flat, spreading outward like a wave, and the expressions of the roommates who were resting next to Hanyu Michizo became more distorted.

In the dream, Hanyu Michizo also had a gray mist on his body that spread outward like fluctuations.

And when the gray mist touched the diners, they did not resist in the slightest, and turned into ashes from skin to bone without any hindrance, and then the whole palace began to collapse, and the world was turned upside down.

"Huh?"

Hanyu snorted lightly and opened his eyes calmly.

It turned out that everything was just a dream.

Dao San turned his head to look at his roommates, either frowning or slightly spasming.

And as Hanyu woke up, they also opened their frightened eyes.

"Phew, fortunately I woke up early, or I would have been eaten again." A shirtless man stroked his bald head in horror.

A bearded man beside him had just woken up, saliva hung on the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were dull, "I dreamed that I was in a white world, running, running, running, and I couldn't wake up." ”

"Anyway, why are you running, isn't it good to sleep directly in your dreams?"

"Daosan, what kind of dream did you have?" Someone asked Dao San beside him.

"Me?" Hanyu Michizo covered up his little embarrassment with a smile, "It's still like that, tied to the table and eaten." ”

The lounge gradually became noisy, the men's sense of victory and defeat began to play a role, and the topic gradually changed from a nightmare to whose dream was more terrifying.

Hanyu didn't participate in this inexplicable topic, but stood in front of the window and looked into the distance.

This is Runlin'an, the first district west of Flowing Soul Street in the Corpse Soul Realm, which is the richest and safest first district in Flowing Soul Street.

But as out-of-town wandering souls, they paid the price of working at least fifteen hours a day to gain a foothold here.

At noon they would have an hour's lunch break, not because of the kindness of the store manager.

Because they leave work at five o'clock in the morning and rest at eleven o'clock in the evening, and there is no batch rest at noon, these ordinary souls can't hold it at all.

Still, it's worth the hard work.

As long as Hanyu Michizo works hard for another month, according to the previous agreement, he can obtain a residence permit for Runlin An.

When the time comes, he will change his job, or ask for a salary, and work hard for a few more years, he will be able to have a set of his own thatched house in Runlin'an and become a legal resident of Liusoul District 1.

It's just that in recent times, this nap has become torture, no, it should be said that all sleep rest has become torment.

As long as their cheap laborers are asleep, there will be nightmares, and they must be the kind of nightmares that make them miserable and nervous.

Geists also have nightmares?

I don't know.

And in this group of unlucky ghosts.

Hanyu Michizo himself is one of the alternatives.

Dao San looked into the distance.

Even, if nothing else, he may be the initiator of this incident.

At first, he didn't really feel anything, but after a long time, Hanyu realized that something was wrong.

As long as Dosan is asleep, there are sleeping roommates around him, and they will fall into a cycle of terrifying nightmares, and it is the kind of nightmare that everyone fears from the bottom of their hearts.

Hanyu is the first to wake up every time.

And if he sinks in a nightmare, everyone around him will also fall into a cycle of nightmares, and can only wait to be woken up by others.

What dirt are you contaminated with?

Shake your head and don't let yourself think about it.

Hanyu Michizo stood in front of the back window and looked at the scenery outside.

From this angle, you can see the empty area in the distance.

It is said that when an outsider approaches the area, the barrier triggers and the wall rises.

In that mysterious enchantment, inhabited is the ruler of this kingdom of death, whose name is the god of death, who has the most extreme force, power, and financial resources in this kingdom of death.

Shaking his head, Hanyu laughed to himself.

These are too far away from me, why do you think so much.

Now it's better to settle the matter of the residence permit first, your own scenery is in the distant future, not now.

Turning around, Hanyu Daozo looked at his roommates who were noisy and red-faced, but still had palpitations.

He didn't want to cause trouble to anyone.

But, I'm sorry, he needs the job so much, very, very much.

"Hanyu Michizo, it's your turn to work!"

"Yes!"

Hanyu Michizo rolled up his sleeves and worked so hard that even if it was a break at noon, they generally didn't have the energy to take off their aprons.

"Hanyu Michizo, go mop the ground."

"Dao 3, 5 dishes on the table."

"Hanyu Michizo, it's time for the sake jar to move on to the next step."

Hanyu Michizo has a special plum sake, and he is a brewer at an izakaya, but it is useless and he does not receive wages.

In order to obtain a residence permit, he needs and is willing to pay more free labor.

It's hard work.

But in this world of starvation and death, just to live, you need to use all your strength.

……

In the blue sky and white day, on the roof of the opposite side of the izakaya, a group of Grim Reapers, dressed in black death overlords, opened their enchantments and looked at the izakaya in front of them unscrupulously.

"Hanyu Michizo, who was born in the 49th district of Nanliusoul Street and later settled in the 11th district of Xiliusoul Street, came to Ruilinan three months ago and became the brewing master of this Kobayashi izakaya, so he was granted the right to stay in Ruilinan."

"Last night, Rui Lin'an, Dongyi Street, one hundred and twenty-three flowing souls fell into a terrible dream, and at the same time, there was an extremely strange spiritual pressure here."

"After the investigation of the 12th team, it was determined that the source of the anomaly was Hanyu Michizo."

"The cause of the strange spirit pressure is currently being evaluated."

The deputy captain of the Juban team, Matsumoto Ranju has orange hair and a face with red cheeks due to hangover, and there are nine members of the Twelve Team standing next to him.

Matsumoto Ranju spent a day on the task of fighting the void in the field, and then he insisted on fishing outside for two days, but he didn't expect to bump into such an interesting thing again at night.

Matsumoto Ranju opened her drunken and hazy eyes, and there was a faint sweetness of plum between her breaths, and a gentle sound of wine made her chest set off a wave of waves.

When Hanyu Michizo was asleep, Matsumoto Ranju could feel a little bit of spiritual pressure fluctuations, but could simple spiritual pressure affect such a big change?

Unheard.

"Does that mad scientist need this old-fashioned way of observing?"

Nirvana, who has just been in office for less than ten years, has been the captain of the Twelfth Team for less than ten years, and he has acted very perversely, and some evil experiments have already caused the anger of many people in the Silent Spirit Court.

The white coat glanced at Matsumoto Ranju, "When the incident happened last night, Taidaochuan Wuxi had tried spiritual intervention. ”

The Twelfth Team, Taidao Chuan Fence, holds the sword of the ghost path system - Jing Trial, and is the first inquisitor of the Thirteenth Team of the Imperial Court.

But spiritual involvement?

Dealing with a child, using such a vicious method, Nirvana's reputation is really not in vain.

"And then." Matsumoto Ranju's attitude changed suddenly like a cat, replacing his cynical personality and having a straight face.

The white-coat sergeant's eyes bulged slightly, and his voice trembled slightly, "Wuxi has now been sent to the Fourth Team Hospital, and she seems to have something wrong with her spirit, and she is still unconscious. ”

An untrained imp caused a thirteenth team official to fall unconscious?

Joke.

It seemed that he was afraid that Matsumoto Ranju would despise the Twelve Team, and the white coat still forcibly added to this layman, his eyes showed excitement, "In the history of the Corpse Soul Realm, there has never been a similar record, this is quite valuable experimental material!" ”