But the matter has come to this point, and it is irreparable.

After all, the general manager is an A-level management talent who calls for wind and rain in the mall and is entrusted with important responsibilities by St. Grace, and he has experienced more than one setback in his life.

He quickly calmed down.

"Forget it." The general manager waved his hand and sighed helplessly, "Forget it......

"You guys, come here—yes, that's you people who carry corpses, don't look at it, come here...... Don't get so close, it stinks!

"Let's shovel this corpse away later, and while it's still fresh, send it to the sorting room to see if there's anything else on him that can be used?"

"And the people who are in the dormitory with him, also come over, turn over all the dead man's things, sell all the valuables, and save the losses of our factory."

The general manager pinched his nose and left.

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't want to deal with those stinking corpse carriers.

When the general manager was gone, another young corpse carrier stepped forward with a frown, muttering unkind words as he scooped up his shattered body and put it on the cart.

"This old thing is finally dead...... It's a good death, otherwise the corpses he moved are only half of ours, and he will drag down our group's evaluation score every day, and I'm annoyed to death. ”

The corpse bearer lay in a pool of blood, quietly listening and watching the comments, insults and accusations made to him.

But he found that he didn't seem to hate them at all.

For he suddenly remembered that when he was a little younger, it seemed that he had seen similar deaths more than once.

At that time, he was as disdainful as these young people, believing that as long as he worked hard, he could jump out of this cycle.

But time has taught him that no matter how much he struggles, life is a cycle, from young to old, from strong to helpless.

He lived for decades, and finally reached his limit.

That's fine...... That's fine......

Little by little, his consciousness sank into darkness.

At first, it was a little cold and painful, but gradually it stopped cold, and the body gradually stopped hurting.

That's fine...... That's fine......

But just as his consciousness was shattered and about to disappear, suddenly, a stinging pain came from his face, forcing the corpse transporter to wake up for a moment.

Then, a warm force that he had never felt before, and he didn't understand what it was, enveloped him and reunited his almost collapsed consciousness.

The corpse carrier discovers that he has been dead and gradually fallen into absolute silence, but he has strangely regained his ability to perceive the outside world.

He found himself floating in mid-air, above his own corpse.

Opposite him was a "sand technician" who was pinching one of his eyes with one hand.

…… No, that's not a sand technician.

The corpse carrier "saw" that the person who was dissecting his body, although he had the appearance of a "sand technician", but the inner part was a foreign boy with dense tentacles growing on his back that he had never seen before.

…… It's hard for him to describe such a visual experience.

It was as if there were two completely different figures overlapping each other, the one that belonged to the "Sand Technician" was a little deeper, as if it could be seen by ordinary people normally, and the one that belonged to the inhuman boy was a little shallower, which could only be detected by him in this strange out-of-body state.

The corpse carrier also "saw" that the young man stretched out his tentacles and stabbed him into his body.

And strangely, he didn't feel fear. Because the other party doesn't seem to intend to hurt him.

He "heard" the boy's voice.

"How did you die?"

……

"One last question." Yan Luge said to the increasingly erratic soul phantom of the corpse carrier, "So, you saw me at the gate of the processing plant before...... What did you want to say when you met the 'Sand Technician'? ”

Yan Lu Ge still remembers that when he saw this corpse carrier just now, he helped him.

And the corpse carrier, in addition to saying "thank you" to him, also seems to have noticed his anomaly, and tried to say something without saying anything, but in the end he didn't say anything.

He couldn't help but be curious.

And this question is not asked now...... I'll probably never have a chance to know about it again.

The corpse carrier's soul flickered again, becoming even darker.

He heard Yan Luge's question, and he raised his head.

Maybe it's because the answer to this question seems like some kind of obsession to him; It may also be because he has slightly adapted to the question and answer in the soul state.

This time, the corpse transporter used scattered memory fragments to clearly express his meaning.

He said: "I don't want to say anything to you, I want to say ...... to 'Sand Technician'"

"I want to ask him......

"'Sand Technician, why did you kill my dog?' ”

……

The soul of the corpse bearer dissipated between heaven and earth.

His already unstable soul gradually drifted away, like curling green smoke, and disappeared without a trace.

Yan Luge stared for a moment in the direction he had been, lowered his head, and casually pressed the small scimitar in his hand against the corpse's other eye.

It's as if that conversation didn't happen at all.

The blade is cut off.

The eyeball is plucked out in its entirety and placed in the pre-prepared cryogenic transport box.

The corpse, still warm, was unconscious.

It's dead.

From the moment when the brain dies of hypoxia and the consciousness disappears and disperses, the entire existence of "man" is declared completely dead, and there is no longer the slightest vitality.

"Corpse carrier......" Bailu spoke, her tone was a little hesitant, giving people a feeling of being a little uncomfortable, "Is he dead?" ”

"Dead."

"Even you, can't you save him?"

"If he wants to live on his own, then with the soul power I just gave him, it is enough to condense a complete soul that will not dissipate for tens or hundreds of years." "But he wanted to die." ”

“……”

"If he wants to die, then no one can save him."

The corpse transporter committed suicide.

He had long since lost the will to continue to live.

He didn't know what kind of character the young man in front of him was, and he didn't know what kind of power he could have after experiencing soul remodeling.

If he wants to live as a human being, then his shattered body can be brought back to life; If he wants to take revenge on those who have hurt him, none of them will survive; If he wants power and power, then even the high royal family can only bow down in front of him.

But he no longer has any nostalgia for everything in this world, how can he have any strong ambitions and desires?

So, he gave up.

He gave up everything that was at his fingertips.

The will condenses and dissolves, and finally dissolves into nothingness.

Spiritual power is omnipotent, but relying on the spiritual power of the supremacy of the will cannot save a person who wants to die.

And so, eternal darkness descended.

(End of chapter)