Chapter 213
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"Where is this place?" Monca's mind was a little muddled. The fragments of his memories were extremely messy. Suddenly, his pupils shrank as if he was recalling a certain scene. He gritted his teeth and made an eerie sound.
Lippa squatted down, his fingers holding a broken bowl. The sharp edge of the bowl was pointed at Monca's position. He stared at Monca's missing chin.
"Lippa, what are you doing?" Monca saw the malice in Lippa's eyes. He was shocked and was about to climb up from the bed. Lippa had already rushed over and pressed down on Monca's shoulder, slamming him back onto the bed. He raised his right hand and viciously stabbed downwards.
Rip!
Flesh was cut open, and the artery on the neck was pierced. Hot red blood gushed out along the edge of the bowl and splashed onto Lippa's face. He stared at Monca's incredulous eyes without blinking. His throat was dry as he said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, Colonel Monca. 153 Branch no longer belongs to you."
Streaks of blood appeared in his eyes. Monca's breathing became weaker and weaker. Fresh blood dyed both their clothes red. It dripped down the side of the bed and formed a small pool of blood on the ground.
Feeling Monca gradually take his last breath, Lippa released his hand while panting. He sat down on Monca's warm body. Suddenly, a "whoa whoa" sound came from the innermost part of his body. It sounded like the low and hoarse cry of an old crow.
He didn't know why the moment he saw Monca wake up, his heart burst with such a strong desire to kill. Perhaps it was fear, fear that the awakened Monca would replace his position as the Warden. Or perhaps it was some other reason. Lippa himself couldn't figure it out. He just felt that he wanted to kill Monca, and immediately, with his own hands, kill Monca alone. Then, he would report the whole thing to Yarlin.
After a long while!
Lippa stood up and walked out of the cell. He said to a guard, "Tell Lieutenant Colonel Yarlin that Colonel Monca has woken up."
There was no way he could leave the prison. It was even more impossible for the prison to be equipped with a communication device like the Den Den Mushi. However, he knew that these cold-blooded guards could understand human language and pass the message directly to Yarlin in a strange way that he didn't understand.
Mental Strength: 20
Nerve Conduction Rate: 20
Bone Hardness: 20
Muscle Activity: 20
Blood Density Flow Rate: 20
Complete Body — — Seed Breaking Stage (Progress Bar: 611410000)
Points allocation (92.3)
The progress bar was close to 4000 points away from the next stage, and the points that needed to be allocated were close to 100 points. Arlen leaned against the window out of habit. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the side of his face, making him look like he was half-lit and half-dark.
"Hmm?"
Yarlin frowned slightly. A connection was transmitted from the depths of his mind. He closed his eyes slightly. On the other side, Lippa saw that the eyes of the guard in front of him were filled with a strange black color. The whole eyeball seemed to be stained with ink in an instant. The indifferent eyes without a trace of human emotion were staring at him.
"Yarlin!" Lippa felt an uncontrollable chill in the bottom of his heart. The strange and cold aura seemed to have directly penetrated the lifeless body and swept towards him. He swallowed his saliva and said in a trembling voice, "Colonel Monca has woken up. I killed him."
The pitch-black eyes without any impurities stared at Lippa's eyes. It was a feeling more terrifying than facing Yarlin directly. Lippa felt that he could not tell whether the person in front of him was alive or dead. He even felt that the "Yarlin" in front of him was no longer a human.
The black eyes swept across Lippa's blood-stained clothes. The darkness faded like an undercurrent, revealing the cold eyes of the guard. He said in a monotonous voice, "I know."
(Sharing: Share the five senses of any slave. No distance limit. Cannot be replaced.)
Lippa let out a long sigh. He turned around and walked towards his room. It was a cell that was specially set aside as his room. He took off his blood-stained clothes and threw them into a basin. He used a wet cloth to carefully wipe off the blood on his clothes. After that, he slowly changed into a brand new military uniform. He looked at his unfamiliar face in the mirror with an expressionless face. His pale skin and dark eyes were surrounded by deep circles.
Yarlin turned off the attribute projection template. He opened his eyes and walked towards the prison.
Looking at Menka's stiff corpse in the cell, Ya Erlin quickly reconstructed the scene that had happened in the room based on the blood splattered on the ground and the state of the corpse. It was basically the same as what Li Pa had said.
Lippa stood nervously behind Yarlin. He said nervously, "It's my fault. Colonel Monca woke up too suddenly. I was shocked. When I reacted and wanted to stop, Colonel Monca had already been killed by me. It's my fault!"
"This is really troublesome. I had other plans to spare Colonel Monca's life. Even if he was unconscious, he was still alive and had some value. Now that he has become a corpse..." Yarlin smacked his lips and stared at Lippa. "Tell me, what should I do with a useless corpse? How am I going to explain the cause of Colonel Monca's death to the headquarters? "
"Gulp." Lippa's forehead overflowed with sweat and the hair on his back stood up. He said in a trembling voice, "It's my fault. I can't put Colonel Yarlin in a difficult position..."
Lippa fiercely clenched his teeth and said coldly, "It's my impulse that disrupted Colonel Yarlin's plan. Then, I should take the responsibility. Tell the headquarters that I had a dispute with Colonel Monca and killed Monca by mistake. Anyway, I'll listen to your arrangement!"
Yarlin looked at Lippa with a faint smile. He reached out and held Lippa's trembling shoulder. "Isn't it good to stay here? Although it's a bit gloomy, you don't have to worry about it. Although it's hot outside, there are hidden dangers everywhere. It's too dangerous. "
Lippa lowered his head and didn't say anything. His eyes just happened to meet Monca's eyes.
"I understand. Even if you have to bear the crime of killing Colonel Monca, it won't stop your determination to live under the sun." Yarlin showed his creepy teeth and sighed. "There are so many dangers under the sun. One wrong step and you'll die."
Lippa lowered his head even more. He clenched his fists unnaturally. Just like when he killed Monca, his knuckles showed a greenish-white color.
"It seems that you didn't kill Colonel Monca just because of impulse. But, it's okay. You've proved your determination to me. I'll give you this chance." A strand of black thread appeared at Ya Erlin's fingertip. It silently broke apart on its own and condensed into a ring. He gently flicked it at the pear handkerchief, who caught it in her palm.
"Swallow it!"
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