I really don't want to hang up

Chapter 423 How can you rest in peace if you don't die with peace?

The tooth was broken, and although everyone was severely injured, they still barely had the ability to move.

The doctor is struggling to save people. For him, saving people is saving himself. He can get the same healing effect from treating other people's injuries!

Father Puji put a loop on the other end of the noose and put it around his neck, so that he could extend his life for a short time. As long as the person at the other end of the noose was not dead, he would not die.

Every capable person has something in his or her bottom of the box, and there is no need to hide it at this moment.

The number one has started to die!

Father Puji moved quickly, as if something urging him was chasing after him.

Don't forget, there is another sentence behind tit for tat.

Eye for an Eye!

Jack picked up a fork, gasping even himself.

hiss--

This is probably a little painful.

Jack gritted his teeth and thrust in hard.

"what--"

Over the cemetery, several screams echoed.

The eyes of everyone present went black at the same time, their vision was completely deprived, blood gushed from the corners of their eyes, and the heart-pounding pain tormented every body equally.

Even so, Jack, who hurt his enemy a thousand and himself a thousand, was still laughing, laughing wildly!

He alone, relying on this ability, wiped out the entire operation team!

These guys are not ordinary ability users, but they are all Luden!
Such a record, how can people not be happy?
The entire cemetery was full of wailing, and the people who were hit by the second combo basically lost their ability to move and were on the verge of death.

Jack dragged his weary pace and walked forward.

A black puppy jumped out of nowhere and followed Jack.

The puppy held a photo in its mouth. The Jack in the photo was exactly the same as the Jack in front of him, generally miserable, unruly and arrogant.

The prophecy came true.

Jack looked down at the puppy and patted the dog's head with his bloody hand.

With all his strength, Jack walked to the black coffin.

Priest Puji was at the end of his strength, with only one breath left, hanging on the noose.

Jack didn't look at him, but slowly squatted down, propped his hands on the ground, moved his body a little bit, and sat down slowly.

After finishing all this, Jack took a deep breath, took out a wrinkled cup from his arms, and brought it to his mouth with difficulty.

A glass of honey water afterwards.

Feeling the sugar entering his body, Jack raised his remaining eye and looked forward.

someone is coming.

A paper man fell from the sky and fell into the cemetery.

Father Phuket and their support came.

Beside the black coffin, Father Puji was talking vaguely.

"late."

Support came late.

It shouldn't be this late.

If the magician had arrived on the battlefield earlier, the ending might have been rewritten, at least the team would not have been wiped out.

Is it too busy elsewhere?
No, there is a number here, there is a god of death, and there is a Sabbath. It is not an exaggeration to call it the most important battlefield.

Magician's support, there is no reason to come so late.

unless
"This guy did it on purpose."

Jack showed a miserable smile. At this moment, he was powerless to fight anymore, but it was still okay to talk about it.

"If you are not destroyed, he will not show up."

Priest Puji seemed to have doubts, but he was relieved quickly, obviously wanting to understand something.

The paper figurine filled up little by little, and turned into a real person, walking slowly but gracefully in front of Jack.

"meet again."

The magician took off his hat and said politely,

"What should I call you?"

To Jack, he showed enough respect.

Anyone who destroys a special operations team deserves this respect.

Jack grinned at the corner of his mouth and said mockingly,

"If you don't mind, you can call me Dad."

He quickly changed his words,

"Forget it, I don't have such a shameful son as you."

The magician didn't show any signs of irritation, and he was quite resigned.

He said respectfully and even somewhat humbly,
"I'm just here to get back what's mine."

Everyone present knew what the 'thing' the magician was talking about was.

Death's ability.

Apparently, that guy Arthur played tricks when splitting up his abilities.

After the magician woke up, he found that he lacked the most important ability - resurrection from the dead.

For him, the miracle is gone, like the best part of the performance has been lost.

This is unacceptable.

So here comes the magician.

He didn't need Sabbath, and he didn't want to kill Jack, he just wanted to get back what belonged to him.

Jack patted the black dog's head beside him, showing a meaningful smile,

"I'm afraid you can't take it back."

Still humble, the magician bowed and said,

"Please allow me to ask the Sabbath, who did he give the power of the god of death to?"

Jack shook his head again,

"If you want to open the black coffin, you have to step over my corpse."

The magician sighed.

He looked around, looked at the cemetery, and came to a conclusion,
"The feng shui here is good."

The place where Pang Ge is buried, can the feng shui be bad?

Since Pang Ge is buried here, it is reasonable to have one more Jack buried with him, right?
The magician looked at Jack who was standing in front of him, and was about to make a move.

Although the opponent was seriously injured, out of respect for the legend, the magician was still ready to go all out.

The magician raised his hands and took off his white gloves.

As soon as he made a move, it was a killer move.

A flash of white light flashed, and the silk thread cut Jack's neck precisely, without even leaving a line of blood.

With just one move, he completely killed Jack, and the other party had no power to resist!
Jack sat leaning against the black coffin, with one leg raised, one hand resting on his leg, a fork stuck in one eye, and the other eye slightly closed.

There was still a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

The black dog turned to look at Jack, and barked twice, as if trying to wake Jack up.

"The guys who got in the way are all dead."

The magician continued to walk forward, the final winner of this battle was him, and it could only be him.

He will get back the power of his god of death, everyone will die in the cemetery, but don't panic, the whole world will be buried with him soon
He wants a world that belongs exclusively to the god of death, the kingdom of death.

The magician's pace suddenly stopped.

Because, a wisp of black air floated in the air, stopping him.

"why."

The voice from the black coffin was full of endless anger.

"I can't rest in peace"

Father Puji at the other end of the twisted rope widened his eyes at this moment, as if he wanted to understand something!
The magician froze for a moment and said in surprise,
"It's impossible! It's impossible!"

The dark breath shot up into the sky, and the coffin board even flew into the sky.

Everything that happened in front of my eyes only showed one thing - the most unlikely thing happened!

Sabbath, the second awakening!
"Saved by this guy with his life."

Inside the black coffin, stood a pitch-black figure, with endless anger in his voice, as if he wanted to burn the world to the ground.
"What a disgrace!"

Number One gave his life to save the Sabbath.

From the perspective of others, this is a slightly tragic story, and there is a life-threatening friendship between the two.
Sabbath doesn't look like that.

This is his day of infamy.

Such a disgrace,

Do not look down.

How can you rest in peace?

　I've been a little busy recently, and I may not be able to maintain a stable 4000 words per day. Yesterday, I missed an update, so I'll write it down first.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)