The Reiki Era of the Powerful

Chapter 455 Corpse Dog: Tracing After Death

The corpse dog lowered its head, sniffed, sniffed.

It also smelled on the two iron poles that were erected, but the smell was very weak. It seemed that the owner had dried clothes here, but then for some reason, the two poles that could be exposed to the sun were robbed, so his breath Almost overwhelmed by some other smell; it also smelled in a couple of foam bins filled with earth, also very light, it seems that the owner once planted beautiful purple wildflowers in it, but then he was not allowed to go upstairs, so inside The flowers are all dead.

It seems that there are traces of the owner everywhere, but the owner is no longer here.

The dead dog continued to sniff, sniff, and suddenly turned its head vigilantly.

The elevator door on the rooftop opened silently.

The sand technician came out cursing: "What a broken elevator? I'm going to the 61st floor. Why did it stop halfway?"

Grumbling, he kicked the foam box with the dead plants growing beside him.

"It's so dirty, what the hell?" He cursed.

And at this moment, the sand technician suddenly heard a slight movement, like the whimpering of some animal.

He looked up and saw it.

The dark clouds parted, revealing an inky night sky.

The moonlight fell and fell on the corpse dog's body.

Its bones were as white as snow under the moonlight, and its sharp teeth and claws were as cold as frost.

What is this?
The sand technician shook his head before he could see the whole picture of the dead dog clearly.

"What? A bone frame?" The sand technician muttered dissatisfiedly, "Who the hell threw this stuffed animal here? I was shocked."

With an angry look on his face, he walked forward, stretched out his hand to grab the "specimen", and tried to smash it into pieces.

During this process, the sand technician habitually stretched out his right hand, which was the hand that picked up the dead dog and threw it down just now, and was stained with rotting corpse fluid.

But his movements, only halfway through, suddenly stopped.

He looked at his right hand in horror.

The skin of that arm was rolled up, the flesh and blood were black, and the foul-smelling pus dripped down on the ground. Even the flesh and blood on the palm of the hand had melted away at some point, exposing the white bones.

Is that... his hand?

The Sand Technician's brain was stagnated under the control of "Pink Dream".

He subconsciously flicked his wrist vigorously, trying to throw this terrifying arm out.

He succeeded.

As he shook his hand vigorously, from under his elbow, the whole rotten arm fell to the ground with a clatter.

But until this moment, he didn't even feel any pain.

And when the sand technician fixed his eyes, he discovered something even more terrifying.

Those traces of corruption not only appeared on his forearm, but had already spread along his arm, to his shoulder, his chest, and his body and face.

"Do not……"

His whole body is rotting.

The stench he smelled along the way was not because he caught a greasy dog ​​and got it on his hands.

Instead, it emanates from himself.

"No no no..."

The sand technician staggered forward, but just after taking a step, his left calf broke.

So he fell uncontrollably to the ground.

Still no pain.

But Sand Technician suddenly realized one thing—his life has entered the countdown.

Why on earth did it become like this?

why?
He just killed a dog...

dog?
The sand technician raised his head reluctantly, and looked at the dog "specimen" not far away from his blurred vision.

It seemed to have heard the sound of his sudden fall, so it turned around and glanced at him.

It is not a specimen.

It is alive.

It came to avenge the dead dog.

The sand technician suddenly realized this.

"No...don't...please, please..."

The last desire to survive prompted him to grab the ground with his mutilated hands and feet, struggling to crawl towards the dead dog.

He began to cry, began to beg for mercy, and began to give in.

It seems that he has completely forgotten his hatred of canines and his disdain for the weak.

Desperately but full of hope, he stretched out his hand to the corpse dog.

"Please, let me go..." He whimpered indistinctly with his melting voice, "I was wrong, I know I was wrong...

"I will surrender to you... I will..."

A click.

The flesh and blood on the Sand Technician's neck finally rotted away, and his head, which had lost its connection, fell to the ground.

[Corpse Poison]: You are cursed by death, so your body is covered with poison.People who come into contact with you will be infected with corpse poison until their flesh and blood rot and die.

The last time the sand technician came into contact with the corpse dog, he came into contact with the rotting corpse fluid, so he was infected with corpse poison.

But he himself didn't know it, and he was going to die in ignorance and unconsciousness.

Until now, his speechless mouth is still opening and closing, as if he is still trying to beg for forgiveness.

But the corpse dog didn't hear his plea.

It was so focused on tracking and reminiscing the years with its owner that it didn't even notice when the Sand Technician came up.

When Rang was disturbed by the movement made by the other party, the once mighty sand technician had already been scattered on the ground, rotten into a lump of stinky mud.

The corpse dog even took a step back in shock.

It still doesn't quite understand what happened to itself, and it doesn't quite understand why Sand Technician suddenly became like this.

But it knows that the opponent is no longer a threat.

And it all seems to have something to do with itself.

However, this is not important...

It is going to continue looking for the owner.

The corpse dog jumped up lightly, stepped on the sand technician's head that had rolled to his feet, and walked in another direction.

It's like stepping on an insignificant insect.

……

The dead dog came to the public bathroom downstairs in the dormitory.

It was the second-to-last place the corpse carrier visited before his death.He took a hot bath there.

In fact, he hasn't been here for a long time.

Colleagues in the same group as the corpse transporter thought he was slow and inefficient, and always bullied him on various occasions.

And the bathroom is a great occasion.Here, everyone took off their clothes and faced each other frankly, no matter how hard they tried, they would not be caught by the peacock as evidence.

Therefore, most of the time, the corpse transporters dare not come, and can only wipe their bodies with cold water outside.Only this time, he wanted to die decently, so he came to take a bath against other people's fists and feet.

When the corpse dog entered the bathroom, it was already early morning, and there were not many people in it, only the sporadic sound of water.

A sturdy man seemed to have just returned from a morning run and was taking a shower there.

The corpse dog recognized him. He was the strongest "team leader" in the group of corpse transporters. He was strong enough to lift a corpse with one hand.It takes an ordinary person one minute to carry a corpse onto a corpse truck, but he only needs one second.So he has always looked down on the old and weak corpse carrier.

When he saw the dead dog through the dense water vapor, he exclaimed: "What is this?"

Then the next second, he suddenly held his head and screamed, rolling all over the water-stained bathroom floor.

【Evil Thoughts Overwhelming】: In front of you, people with evil thoughts will be swallowed by their own evil thoughts and become monsters controlled by evil thoughts.

But the corpse dog didn't look at him the same way.

It simply looked around and confirmed one thing.

- the master is not here

The corpse dog's figure disappeared.

(End of this chapter)