"… That's it, officer."
At the entrance of the town hospital, Mr. Smith had a brief conversation with the police officer who came to inquire about the missing child's height and age.
"Don't worry, sir. The public security here has always been good. You know, the child will be fine." The police officer comforted him and quickly left.
It wasn't that Mr. Smith wasn't worried about Joe, but that he couldn't leave the hospital. Otherwise, he would be driving around the town looking for Joe.
He was even afraid to go back to the operating room. If the operation failed, he would suffer a pain that he couldn't bear for the rest of his life.
Mr. Smith pinched the bridge of his nose. No matter what, he had to — right now!
"Hey —!"
Mr. Smith heard a voice that seemed to say, "Oh," as if someone was behind him. He turned around automatically and saw a man in a white shirt with his long hair tied up — he was wearing a pair of white gloves.
The white gloves left a deep impression on Mr. Smith. He was remembering this moment in his mind. But at the same time, he heard a loud sound of something breaking behind him. He had just turned around.
It was a flowerpot that fell from upstairs. The flowerpot was obviously broken into pieces. The soil was scattered all over the ground. Even Mr. Smith's shoes were covered with mud.
The flowerpot should have hit him. If someone hadn't shouted at him, Mr. Smith couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. He couldn't even imagine what would happen to his family if he was hit by the flowerpot when his wife was in the operating room and his son was missing.
"Listen to me. You not only saved my life, but also saved a family that was about to be broken."
The continuous blows almost broke Mr. Smith's spirit. The feeling of danger even made his voice hoarse. He couldn't help covering his eyes. "I don't know … I really don't know … I don't know what to say … You know, I used to have a very happy family, but …"
He finally burst into tears, looking at the man who might have saved his life by chance, "Actually, I just want to thank you properly … but I don't know why … I became like this … I didn't expect to cry … at least at this moment, I shouldn't cry, sir … so, what I want to say is, thank you, thank you very much!"
The man walked up to Mr. Smith, took out a tissue, and handed it to him. "I think you need this, sir."
"Thank you, thank you so much."
The emotional breakdown only lasted for a moment, and Mr. Smith recovered quickly. "I think I have to go back. The people inside are still waiting for me … At least I need to be by their side. Forgive me for not being able to properly thank you … Please be sure to tell me your name and residence. I will properly thank you. "
"No need." He shook his head. "Go where you should go. You might still be able to make it in time."
He didn't even explain what the time was, but Mr. Smith seemed to understand the meaning behind his words. Mr. Smith hesitated for a moment and nodded.
Before leaving, Mr. Smith suddenly asked, "Have we met somewhere before? I always feel that I have seen you somewhere and heard your voice. "
"No, we have never really met, sir." He said with a smile.
"Name?"
"Pulin."
Mr. Smith nodded. He turned around and walked into the hospital … He had a feeling that perhaps he would have a chance to meet this man called Pulin again — at that time, he would properly thank him.
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It wasn't until Mr. Smith entered the hospital that he … Teacher Pu Lin slowly exhaled. Then, he slowly turned around and looked up at the night sky.
At this moment, a streak of cold light directly brushed past Teacher Pu Lin's side. Soon after, it drew a deep crack behind him — but it didn't emit any sound.
Teacher Pu Lin stretched out his hand and touched his own cheek — in reality, this place had already been cut open when the cold light brushed past, and a wound had appeared. However, what flowed from the wound wasn't blood, but rather … a dusky mist.
A trace of mist slowly rose from Mr. Pulin's wound, and then the wound closed little by little. From the beginning to the end, Mr. Pulin didn't care about the injury. He still silently looked at the night sky, looking at the position where the attack came from.
A figure descended from the night sky, holding a slender knife in his hand and carrying a child in a dress on his shoulder … Nero!
"Hi, we meet again, Mr. Death."
At the moment of landing, Nero even casually threw Joe's body out — like throwing out a piece of trash, throwing him beside Mr. Pulin.
When Joe's body rolled and revealed his true appearance in front of Mr. Pulin, Mr. Pulin's originally calm affection finally had a slight change.
His eyes even became extremely sharp in an instant.
"Really good eyesight." Nero suddenly showed a happy smile, "I won't let you escape this time ~ Mr. Death."
Mr. Pulin looked at Nero quietly for a while, "It's you again … I have already reminded you. I hope you don't get close to the Smiths."
"Am I bored, little brother?" Nero blew a very hooligan whistle at this time, "You look quite handsome. If you used this to brush up my favorability last time, I can consider letting you brush up to 3% ~"
"What did you do to Joe?" Mr. Pulin frowned at this time, "Why is his soul gone?"
"What soul?" Nero looked around, "Where is it? Where is it? Why didn't I see it? Death oppa, come and tell me … Oh? "
A greyish figure responded to Nero's attack. It was as if it was responding to the cold light of Yamato at the beginning.
There was a rather deep wound on her arm, but there was still no blood flowing out. It could hurt her. As early as in the short battle in the abandoned warehouse, Nero had already experienced some of the abilities of [Mr. Death].
So she was not surprised that she would be injured. She was surprised that this [Mr. Death]'s speed was obviously much faster than the last time. Maybe it was because this time it did not use the animal's posture, but it came in person?
Nero turned around with great interest, so much so that she didn't care about the wound on her arm — Teacher Pu Lin's eyes were flowing with light blue flames. Correspondingly, there was also a ball of light blue flames on his forehead, as well as — an enormous sickle.
His gaze was no longer approachable. His gaze was more like a [God] who looked down on all living beings. But even so, he did not have all the characteristics of a [God].
"Finally, it's time to get serious … Mr. Death!" Nero's gaze flickered in an instant. Her mouth cracked open, and she wantonly let out a hideous laugh — a crazy laugh.
She raised Yamato and waved it down. Her arm was like a machine that never stopped, continuously and crazily repeating a single straight action. At the same time, it was accompanied by her crazy laughter!
"Hahahaha — Hahaha!! Not enough, not enough! Just a little faster! Mr. Death!! Again!! "
She was like a berserker who did not know fatigue.
At this moment, Teacher Pu Lin faced Nero's attack speed, which didn't seem to have increased to the limit. He only made small movements as he waved his black sickle — when the sickle was waved, it was like a shield … It couldn't be said to be played down, but it was always able to keep up with Nero's speed and block her continuous attacks.
"Does fighting make you so happy?" Mr. Pulin suddenly asked, "Are you born for fighting?"
"[Mr. Grim Reaper], I have told you many times, you can't increase my favorability ~" Nero didn't even slow down her attack speed. Instead, she became crazier and crazier, even though her face showed a cute expression at this time.
All of a sudden, Teacher Pu Lin stirred the sickle in his hand, then slashed horizontally … This time, he actually forced Nero to retreat. Nero blinked her eyes in astonishment. This [Mr. Grim Reaper] was really able to continuously give her surprises.
"But now, you don't need to fight to exist." Mr. Pulin shook his head, "In you, I see something else. Maybe you can't be called a human now, but you have something that only a human has, so …"
Noiselessly, Yamato broke through the limit of Teacher Pu Lin's reaction speed and directly stopped above his neck — as well as Nero's extremely callous gaze at this moment.
But Mr. Pulin didn't seem to care, "So, even if you don't fight, you can already look for other things. What are you afraid of?"
"I'm afraid of boredom ~" Nero said with a smile. With this smile, she was also doing the most bloody thing!
In a split second, densely packed serrated teeth grew out of Yamato's blade — these serrated teeth began to rotate rapidly … Just like an electric serrated knife, it began to cut open Teacher Pu Lin's neck!
Flesh and blood splattered!
In just a moment, Mr. Pulin's head was finally cut open. His head had fallen to the ground, but his body did not fall down. He still stood holding the huge black sickle.
Nero tilted her head and sized him up. You didn't know if she was playing a prank on him on the spur of the moment or if she was just being cautious. She directly lifted her leg and kicked Teacher Pu Lin's head into the night sky!
Nero stretched her body until she couldn't see him anymore. However, the moment she turned around, Teacher Pu Lin was already standing behind her … looking completely unscathed.
"Eh? I did chop you to death … There's no problem with the feeling? "
Nero blinked her eyes curiously. She didn't even feel frightened when Teacher Pu Lin appeared in one piece. She was more … interested. "So you're saying that [Mr. Grim Reaper] has an immortal body?"
"Aren't you the same?" Mr. Pulin said indifferently, "But there is no real immortal in the world … Immortality is just because its time has not come, or its existence time has been extended."
Somehow, when Mr. Pulin's words just fell, he once again saw the other side of the white-haired girl in front of him — or the third face.
Different from the craziness or innocence she showed before … At this time, she looked so serious. She didn't change into a cheeky smile to hide her ferocious side, nor could she still show an innocent smile when she was ferocious … Mr. Pulin felt a very pure killing intent from her.
"[Mr. Death], I'm sorry." Nero unexpectedly became polite … as if she was someone else, "Although I'm very happy that you brought me fun, I'm really worried about whether there will be such a day … You will find the so-called condition in the so-called [Conditional] and destroy the existing thing."
Yamato suddenly changed in Nero's hand … It directly integrated into Nero's body, and then different blades popped out from Nero's elbows, knees, and back.
Mr. Pulin suddenly felt that something was wrong … This was an unprecedented great threat to him — if he was in front of destruction.
"I … am really satisfied with my current life." Nero, who merged with Yamato, waved her hands at this time … Her hands and arms directly turned into extremely sharp blades, "So I really hate people like you the most … the most!"
Perhaps it was just a hallucination, but Mister Pu Lin actually saw a gigantic shrieking face behind the white-haired girl. It was as if countless evil spirits had assembled together.
Apart from its shrieks, it seemed as if it had nothing left, as if it was hungry … Even Mister Pu Lin could clearly feel the loss, fear … and despair it contained.
"It turns out that this is the real you …" Mr. Pulin muttered to himself … Facing Nero at this time, he took a deep breath and instantly inserted the black sickle in his hand beside him. Then … he untied the white gloves on his hands.
The moment his hands emerged from the gloves, a faintly discernible wisp of gray mist slowly dispersed … bringing about death.
At this moment, with Mr. Pulin as the center, the smell of death spread out like this — the grass on the ground, the trees next to him, and the small insects crawling on the ground … These things either withered or died one by one!
"It's not enough." Nero said expressionlessly, "Last time, my blade had swallowed half of you … If it's just like this now, I will kill you with one slash. This is specially developed by me to deal with Taisetsu oppa."
Mr. Pulin naturally didn't know who Taisetsu oppa was, but he instinctively felt that this would be another very troublesome guy.
At this time, he took a deep breath, reached into his bag, and took out the book that had been beside him since he was born. They called it [Devil's Bible]!
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