Chapter 1113 Collection of Materials

In the decision-making room, Xuanniao's expression twitched.

The hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.

toothache.

What the fuck is going on...

Why didn't I beat this embarrassing thing to death in the first place? Once and for all, that's great.

Originally, he had always felt that although Kuafu was a little naive, a little lazy, a little like to commit suicide, and a little unfavorable to women, at least the child was still good and could be saved. At worst, he would need more education and frustration.

As a result, all the setbacks did not make this idiot wake up even a little bit, and now he is going to his grandma's house directly to commit suicide...

Really grandma’s house.

What is the seniority of the old lady Qingdi?

It’s the elders who have to show their descendant etiquette when Xuannio sees them! His teacher, Lu Wu, from the previous generation, always politely calls "Jie Jie" when he sees him...

How could you, a fool like you, be able to sing and dance on your way to death?

I can't even hold it back.

Do you really think that the woody corpse forest behind Yudai Mountain grew out of thin air?

It seems that the lessons taught by the previous reclamation eyes are not enough.

Xuanniao held the tea cup and decided the future arrangements with an expressionless face: When he comes back, he will find a reason to send it to Tier for a beating...

In this regard, Kuafu and Qingdi join forces, with unconventional output and defense coupled with unreasonable treatment methods and recovery effects, there is no need to worry at all. On the other end, there was Chaos and Bai Ze cooperating, so he didn't need to worry about it.

As for the field...

His gaze looked towards the snow-capped frozen city.

Looking at the praisers descending on that dead city, and Huai Shi walking into the building.

Things are getting interesting.

Under the light of the crystal lamp, the hall is filled with the fragrant scent of citrus.

The soft melody echoes in my ears.

The sounds of chatting and laughter came from the teahouse and lounge not far away.

The warm wind blew against his face, making Huai Shi feel dazed for a moment.

"Name?"

The manager behind the front desk looked up and asked.

"..."

Huai Shi's expression twitched, and she turned back and looked out the window. Outside the window, the dead city covered in ice and snow looked like ruins, the cold wind whimpered, and the ice and snow fell endlessly from the sky.

But when he raised his head again and looked at everything in front of him, he suddenly felt an unreal sense of drifting.

From the moment he stepped here, he seemed to have entered another world, another dream that shouldn't appear here.

Now, the character in the dream is standing in front of Huai Shi.

"Name, sir." the front desk manager asked politely.

"Russell."

Huai Shi answered instantly.

"Okay, Mr. Huaishi." The front desk manager lowered his head and recorded: "Age?"

"...Ninety? More than a hundred? If you didn't notice, just think I'm very old." Huai Shi sighed.

"nineteen."

The front desk manager continued to write. After looking up at him, he lowered his head and continued: "In terms of gender, it should be male."

"How dare you assume my gender?" Huai Shi's brows raised, almost writing 'gas consumption' on his face.

But the smiling front desk manager still didn't care.

He just pushed a black card in front of Huai Shi.

"It's a pity that we can no longer provide you with accommodation and catering services, but I guess that's not necessarily why you came here." The front desk manager nodded and said goodbye with a smile: "The elevator is on your right, and the store manager will be in the reception room on the top floor. We welcome you."

"..."

In silence, Huai Shi looked down at the black card on the table. After a long moment, she sighed, picked it up, turned and walked towards the elevator.

However, after taking two steps, he still couldn't help but look back behind him.

Soft music still echoed in the hotel lobby where people were singing and dancing.

"Hey, are you still alive?" he asked the front desk manager.

The front desk manager, who was looking down at his work, smiled slightly and did not answer.

Just bend down, touch your chest and salute.

A respectful farewell.

The elevator closes.

Surrounded by the elegant ancient style, Huai Shi in the elevator felt like he was rising steadily, and finally stopped at the top position.

There is only one road outside the open elevator door.

At the end of the red carpet is an open door.

In front of the desk, a middle-aged man wearing a black dress stood straight and nodded slightly to the visitor: "Welcome, Mr. Huaishi."

"Honestly, I'm not sure if this is an illusion or what."

Huaishi looked around, stretched out her hand, and touched the flowers in the vase. The flowers seemed to feel the breath of the same origin, and responded with real and subtle joy.

"It doesn't matter if it's just a phantom from the past."

The store manager smiled nonchalantly and gestured for Huai Shi to sit down: "For lucky people like us, to be able to continue to this day by chance, we are already blessed by a miracle.

Even if it becomes an illusion, there seems to be nothing unacceptable. "

"What kind of test is this?" Huai Shi asked curiously: "You issue a task, and I will help you solve it. Then after solving it, you give me the things, and I turn around and leave..."

"ah?"

The store manager was stunned for a long time, as if he had discovered an unexpected path: "Is this still possible?"

"...Isn't that true?" Huai Shi was dumbfounded.

"Of course not."

The store manager spread his hands: "Can a group of passing phantoms still have desires? Besides, what we want has already been given to me."

When he said this, he smiled in memory.

"In contrast, I am even more curious..."

The store manager suddenly asked: "What do you want, Mr. Huaishi?"

When the question was raised, those calm eyes seemed to be filled with some kind of magnificent light, reflecting Huai Shi's soul and consciousness.

Ask questions that cannot be refused.

There is no room for any lies.

Waiting for the answer to emerge from the deepest part of your soul.

Then, when the answer emerged, I was stunned in place...

"I want to spend my life happily." Huai Shi replied.

Such desires and longings caused the surging blood of Gaia to fall into sluggishness and silence.

Is it too small or too greedy?

It is difficult to evaluate, but it is not within the scope of realization...

"It's too strong and difficult, Mr. Huaishi." The store manager wiped his sweat awkwardly: "Can you exchange it for another one?"

"...Hmm, world peace?"

Huai Shi asked tentatively: "Or, eradicate hell?"

The store manager sighed again: "It's unrealistic no matter how you think about it."

"That's right, it's a bit over the top."

Huai Shi scratched his head: "Let me think about it, this, for a while, you suddenly asked, I can't think of it..."

"It doesn't matter, you can think about it seriously." The store manager comforted: "As long as you think of it, you can take the card and tell me at any time."

After a brief pause, he suddenly showed sympathetic eyes:

"It's just that I'm afraid you don't have much time-"

At that moment, Huaishi's body suddenly felt a premonition of death.

The fingers contracted and they clenched suddenly and subconsciously.

Within the perception field of Ultimate Symphony, unprecedented noise appeared!

A huge, strange, strange rhythm like a choir suddenly inserted into the frozen city's own sound, and then quickly usurped the main position, subduing and eliminating all noise.

There was silence between heaven and earth.

Only the last two sound sources remained.

When Huai Shi suddenly turned around and looked out the window, he caught a glimpse of the huge figure that spread its wings and rose rapidly from the ground.

——Blessed Land·Praiser!

The praisers also looked at him.

The pale face under the black robe showed the excited smile of a predator. When he waved his hand, the sound from the air gathered in one place and quickly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, a scream-like sound burst out from the fingertips towards Huaishi, like a giant cannon firing, and instantly crossed a long distance and came to Huaishi's eyes.

Huai Shi drew his sword without thinking and slashed.

Feel the perceptual feedback transmitted from the extreme meaning - it is completely different from my own symphony, but it seems to be the same thing in a certain range.

The void voice and the emotion in it are given substance, the scream of despair collides with the edge of the sword of virtue, and sparks fly.

Huaishi slid back a few meters.

The illusion in front of me was finally defeated by this abrupt and restless noise. The warmth, incense, and even the elegant interior decoration disappeared without a trace.

Including the store manager.

The only thing left in this dilapidated reception room was a skeleton covered in frost behind the long table. The long-dead man still had the store manager's brooch on his collar.

A faint sigh of regret passed by in the wind.

But Huai Shi had no time to sigh.

A whistling sound broke through the air.

After the gray-black figure smashed through several floors, it fell from the sky and landed in front of Huai Shi. Under the hood, the pale face slowly lifted up, and a hungry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth stained with a trace of blood.

"First meeting, Mr. Huaishi."

The praiser nodded and greeted: "To be honest, I have been fascinated by this meeting for a long time."

"Well, after all, I'm famous. It will take some time to make an appointment."

Huai Shi looked at the enemy in front of him, but he had no impression of it. He scratched his head in confusion: "What, have we seen it before?"

"not at all."

The praiser shook his head and replied patiently: "You have never been willing to come to the headquarters of the Hell Music Association. Due to work reasons, I have no chance to meet you."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and displayed a scepter symbol surrounded by musical notes.

Huai Shi suddenly understood.

Disaster Musician!

"Ah, colleague, you didn't tell me earlier! You scared me to death..."

He patted his forehead, as if meeting an old friend in a foreign land, and greeted enthusiastically: "Where are you doing your job?"

"Elysium."

The praiser replied: "Playing in the choir."

"What a great place, with beautiful scenery and beautiful scenery. It's a good place to raise people. And I'm still working under the elements of destruction, so I have a bright future." Huai Shi clapped her hands and praised: "Brother, your conditions are so good, are you married?"

"Long time widowed."

The praiser lamented, "Although I have two children, they have not inherited any talents. It is a pity..."

"Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. There are so many wonderful places in your paradise, what a pity." Huaishi consoled her, "Brother, you are young and promising. Just find more wives and have more children in the future."

"Let's talk about it when we have a chance." The praiser shook his head and sighed melancholy, "This time I took the liberty of visiting you because I have something to ask of you."

"It's easy to talk about."

Huai Shi beat her chest loudly: "We are all disaster musicians. If you don't want anything, just say so."

"To be honest, over the past few years, I have devoted myself to meditation, meditating hard, and wanted to compose a brand new piece of music for my Lord. However, I encountered difficulties in the second chapter and was stuck for a long time.

That’s why I came here specially…”

At that moment, the stench of breath hit his face in the storm, and the praiser grinned, revealing four sharp canine teeth, no longer concealing the desire in his heart:

"——Collect materials!"

What was waiting for him was the burning ax in Huai Shi's hand.

Also, after accumulating power for a long time, the entire frozen city resounded with a symphony.

"Four Seasons Concerto·Winter"!

Happy Chinese Valentine's Day everyone~