Chapter 1,540 Harsh Laughter

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King Zhou owed too many sins, and this alone was far from enough to repay his debt.

King Zhou stood up slowly, no longer caring about the pain in his body. What really made him sad was his extremely desolate appearance.

What he didn't notice was that there were fewer and fewer people on the road. He was now frightened and overwhelmed.

I don't know how long it took, but King Zhou suddenly felt weak all over and had stomach cramps.

He has not experienced this feeling for thousands of years, but it is not unfamiliar to him. This is the instinct of the human body and his desire for food and survival.

He came to his senses and looked around. It was getting late at this time and he didn't see any place to eat.

After walking a long way, he found a house that looked like an inn. After discovering the house, he rushed there immediately.

At this time, she no longer has much qualifications to be picky, even if he has not yet reacted to the drastic change in identity.

However, his instinctive desire for survival still made him walk to the house and knock on the door hard: "Is there anyone in there?"

King Zhou didn't hear any sound, so he knocked on the door again impatiently.

There was only a "creak" sound, and the door was opened, revealing a strange man with disheveled hair, only half of his face exposed.

"You Diaomin, please let me in quickly!"

King Zhou had just finished speaking when he heard a bang and the door was closed again.

King Zhou was stunned. Only then did he realize that no one cared about his identity now, or in other words, no one knew his identity.

King Zhou had no choice. The feeling in his stomach was too uncomfortable, so he could only knock on the door hard again.

After a while, the door was opened again. This time, only half of his face was exposed.

King Zhou was a lot more polite at this time: "I want to find something to eat, and preferably a place to rest."

The strange man looked at King Zhou, and then opened the door completely. King Zhou, who was already tired and hungry, immediately approached the house.

Facing him was a long and narrow corridor that could only allow one person to pass through. There were several doors on both sides of the corridor.

For some reason, King Zhou, who had now become an ordinary person, felt an inexplicable depression that made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Although King Zhou thought there was something strange here, he didn't care at all now.

He didn't think too much and walked directly along the corridor. The weirdo followed him... with no intention of stopping King Zhou.

He had just walked through the first room when he heard the sound of "squeaking" coming from inside the room.

King Zhou turned around and looked at the strange man behind him, and asked in a deep voice: "Is there anyone else here?"

The weirdo nodded: "Yes, there are others."

After the weirdo finished speaking, he took the initiative to walk in front of King Zhou and lead him the way.

"If you want to rest here, just shut your mouth and don't ask."

King Zhou's expression changed, but he finally endured it. What he had experienced before was a big blow, and his mentality also changed a lot.

The strange man led King Zhou and walked in the corridor for a while, and then stopped at the end of the corridor. There was a door on the left hand side of King Zhou.

The door was ajar, and a few dark shadows could be seen through the cracks in the door. King Zhou took a few more curious glances, but the door suddenly closed with a bang.

King Zhou's expression became even more ugly, and the weirdo ignored him and pushed open the door on his right, "Sleep here for one night and pay for the room tomorrow morning."

King Zhou couldn't understand, but he didn't say anything nonsense. He never knew what rent money was.

"Get me something to eat." King Zhou ordered.

Entering this room, King Zhou didn't want to say anything. For him, such a change was too fast and too uncomfortable to adapt to. He didn't want to talk, and the weirdo ignored him.

Even now, his mind is still confused. The existence of the Death Judge is too unfamiliar to him.

The furniture in the room is very basic. For fans watching the live broadcast, it is just what a cheap hotel should have.

But for King Zhou, this was a completely unfamiliar and incomprehensible place.

When he hesitated, not knowing what to do. In the quiet room, suddenly there was a "crash" sound.

The door was opened, and a hand reached in, holding a tray with various food on it.

Before King Zhou had time to speak, the door had been closed again.

King Zhou was really hungry, so he picked up a steamed bun and ate it hungrily.

He had eaten too many delicacies from the mountains and seas in the past, and the taste of wine pools and meat forests was still vivid in his mind.

It's just that he is too hungry now and has no right to be picky.

After eating, King Zhou sat down on the tattered sofa. Although he didn't know what it was, he could still tell that it was used for sitting.

He was too tired and had no time to think about too many things. He is just an ordinary person now, an ordinary person who has just been insulted.

So, he soon fell into a deep sleep.

At this time, the cold wind was howling outside.

In the dark, an invisible force enveloped this place where modernity and ancient times intertwined, and a cold atmosphere eroded.

In his sleep, King Zhou raised his hand and began to struggle feebly. He was like a person falling into the water, desperately looking for a life-saving straw.

King Zhou suddenly woke up from his dream, panicked and at a loss. What was happening now was too difficult for him to bear.

The roar of laughter rang in his ears, which was extremely harsh in the dark night, making it impossible for him to continue sleeping peacefully.

King Zhou was very angry, and what was worse was the unspeakable pain in his heart. He never knew that when he became an ordinary person, he would be so powerless in the face of anything.

Even if he just wanted to have a good sleep now, King Zhou thought of the death trial. But he didn't know how he could contact the Death Judge.

He began to regret it now, but there was no use in regretting it now.

The harsh laughter hadn't stopped yet, and it seemed like it didn't intend to.

This was a difficult thing for King Zhou to bear, so he opened the door of the room.

The harsh laughter came from the opposite side of him, but no one else seemed to care except him. ..

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