The Reiki Era of the Powerful

Chapter 449 The One Who Wants to Die

But this is the end of the matter, and it cannot be undone.

After all, the general manager is an A-level management talent who is in charge of the market and is entrusted with important tasks by Sheng En. He has experienced more than one setback in his life.

He calmed down quickly.

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

"You guys, come here—yes, I'm talking about you who move the corpses, don't look, come here...don't get so close, it stinks!

"Hurry up and shovel away this corpse in a while, send it to the sorting room while it's still fresh, and see if there is anything usable on him?

"There are also people who share the dormitory with him, come here too, look through all the things of this dead man, and sell all the valuables, so it can be regarded as recovering the loss for our factory."

The general manager pinched his nose and left.

If it wasn't for this incident, he wouldn't want to deal with those smelly corpse carriers.

After the general manager walked away, another young corpse transporter stepped forward with a frown, muttering unfriendly words while shoveling up his broken body and putting it on the cart.

"This old thing is finally dead... It's a good death, otherwise the corpses he moved would only be half of ours, and it would drag down our team's evaluation score every day, and it would be so annoying."

The corpse transporter lay in a pool of blood, quietly listening and watching other people's comments, abuse and pointers to him.

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

Because he suddenly recalled that when he was younger, he seemed to have seen similar deaths more than once.

At that time, his attitude was as disdainful as these young people, thinking that as long as he worked hard, he could escape this cycle of reincarnation.

But time told him that no matter how he struggled, life was a cycle, from young to old, from powerless to helpless.

After living for decades, he finally reached the limit.

That's good... that's good...

Little by little his consciousness sank into darkness.

At first it was cold and painful, but gradually it stopped being cold and the pain gradually disappeared.

That's good... that's good...

But just when his consciousness was shattered and about to disappear, suddenly, a sharp 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, re-condensing his consciousness that was about to collapse.

The corpse transporter found that he, who was already dead and gradually fell into absolute silence, had strangely regained his ability to perceive the outside world.

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

Opposite him is the "sand technician" who pinches one of his eyes with one hand.

...No, that's not Sand Technician.

The corpse transporter "sees" that the person who is dissecting his own body has the appearance of a "sand technician", but the inner part is a foreign boy with dense tentacles growing on his back that he has never seen before.

... It is difficult for him to describe such a visual experience.

It was as if there were two completely different figures overlapping each other. The one belonging to the "sand technician" was darker, as if it could be seen by ordinary people normally, and the one belonging to the inhuman boy was shallower, only he placed it in this strange soul. It can only be noticed in the out of body state.

The corpse transporter also "saw" that the boy stretched out his tentacles and pierced his body.

And strangely, he felt no fear.Because the other party didn'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 transporter, "So, when you saw me at the gate of the processing factory... when you saw the 'Sand Technician', what did you do? what you want to say?"

Yan Luge still remembered that when he saw the corpse transporter just now, he gave him a hand.

And the corpse transporter, apart from saying "thank you" to him, also seemed to have noticed his abnormality, and he hesitated to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

This made him uncontrollably curious.

And if I don't ask this question now... I probably won't have a chance to know it again in the future.

The corpse carrier's soul flickered again, and grew dimmer.

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

It may be because the answer to this question seems to him some kind of obsession; it may also be because he has adapted to the question and answer in the soul state a little bit.

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

He said: "I don't want to say anything to you, I want to say to the 'sand technician'..."

"I want to ask him...

"'Sand Technician, why, are you going to kill my dog?'"

……

The corpse transporter's soul dissipated between heaven and earth.

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

Yan Luge stared at the direction where he had appeared for a while, then lowered his head, and nonchalantly put the machete in his hand on the corpse's other eye.

It's as if that conversation never happened at all.

The blade cuts off.

The eyeballs were completely plucked out and put into the low-temperature transport box prepared in advance.

The still-warm body was unconscious.

It has become a dead thing.

From the moment when the brain is necrotic due to hypoxia and the consciousness disappears and diffuses, the existence of the whole "person" is completely dead, and there is no more vitality.

"The corpse transporter..." Bai Lu said, her tone was a little hesitant, making people feel a little uncomfortable, "Is he dead?"

"died."

"Even you, there is no way to save him?"

"If he wants to live by himself, then with the power of the soul I gave him just now, it is enough to condense a complete soul that will not dissipate for tens of hundreds of years." Yan Lvge said, "But he wants to die himself gone."

"..."

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

The corpse carrier committed suicide.

He has long since lost the will to live on.

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 possess after undergoing soul reshaping.

If he wants to live as a human being, then his broken body can come back to life; if he wants to avenge those who have hurt him, none of them will survive; if he wants power and power, then Even the aloof royal family can only bow their heads in front of him.

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

So, he gave up.

He gave up everything within his reach.

The will condenses and collapses, and finally turns into nothingness.

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

Thus, eternal darkness descends.

(End of this chapter)