Chapter 578 Evil Soul Master

So far, everyone has obtained their own soul ring. And everyone's soul ring can be regarded as unique. Even the only soul ring with the lowest annual line of the century level has quite good skills.

Slime's ability to eliminate all body weaknesses is very practical in actual combat

"I am a loser. I hardly pay attention to whether the sun is shining or not, because I don't have time.

"My parents can't support me. I don't have a high degree of education. I am alone in the city looking for the future.

"I have found many jobs, but I haven't been hired. Maybe no one likes someone who is not good at speaking, not fond of communication, and has not shown enough ability.

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"I only ate two breads for three days. Hunger kept me awake at night. Fortunately, I paid a month's rent in advance and could continue to live in that dark basement without going outside to endure the unusually cold wind in winter.

"Finally, I found a job, keeping watch at the hospital, keeping watch at the morgue.

"The night in the hospital is colder than I thought. The wall lamps in the corridor are not lit, and it is very dim everywhere. I can only rely on the little light that penetrates from the room to help me see my feet.

"The smell there is very bad. From time to time, the dead are stuffed in body bags and sent in. We cooperate to help them move into the morgue.

"This is not a good job, but at least I can afford bread, and I can use my free time at night to study. After all, no one wants to come to the morgue unless there are bodies that need to be sent or transported away for incineration. Of course, I don’t have enough money to buy books, and I don’t see the hope of saving money at present.

"I have to thank my former colleague. If he hadn’t resigned suddenly, I might not even be able to get such a job.

"I dream of taking turns to be responsible for the daytime. Now I always sleep when the sun comes out and get up when the night comes, which makes my body a little weak, and my head occasionally throbs.

"One day, the mover brought a new body.

"I heard from others that this was my former colleague who suddenly resigned.

"I was a little curious about him, so after everyone left, I pulled out the cabinet and quietly opened the body bag.

"He was an old man, his face was blue and white, and there were wrinkles everywhere. He looked scary under the very dim light.

"He didn't have much hair, most of it was white, and all his clothes were taken off, leaving him with no cloth.

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"I saw a strange mark on his chest, blue-black, and I can't describe it specifically, because the light was too dim at the time.

"I reached out and touched the mark, nothing special.

"Looking at this former colleague, I wondered if I would be the same as him if I kept going like this, and when I got old...

"I told him that I would accompany him to the crematorium tomorrow and personally take his ashes to the nearest free cemetery, so that those responsible for these things would not find it troublesome and just find a river or a wasteland to throw them away.

"This will sacrifice my sleep for a morning, but fortunately, it's Sunday soon, so I can make up for it.

"After saying that, I prepared the body bag and stuffed it back into the cabinet.

"The light in the room seemed to be dimmer...

"After that day, every time I went to sleep, I would always dream of a thick fog.

"I had a premonition that something would happen soon, and that sooner or later something that I didn't know if I could call a human would come to me, but no one was willing to believe me. They thought that I was mentally unstable in that environment and in that kind of work, and I needed to see a doctor..."

A male guest sitting at the bar looked at the narrator who suddenly stopped:

"Then what? ”

The male guest was in his thirties, wearing a brown tweed jacket and light yellow trousers, with his hair pressed flat and a simple dark round hat at hand.

He looked ordinary, like most people in the pub, with black hair and light blue eyes, not good-looking, not ugly, and lacking obvious features.

And the narrator in his eyes was a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old, with an upright figure and slender limbs, also with short black hair and light blue eyes, but with deep facial features that could make people's eyes light up.

The young man looked at the empty wine glass in front of him and sighed:

"Then?

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"Then I will resign and return to the countryside, and come here to brag with you."

As he spoke, a smile appeared on his face, with a bit of mischievous smile.

The male guest was stunned for a moment:

"What you just said was bragging?"

"Haha." A burst of laughter broke out around the bar.

The laughter subsided for a while, and a thin middle-aged man looked at the slightly embarrassed guest and said:

"Stranger, you actually believed Lumian's story. He tells a different story every day. Yesterday he was still a poor guy whose fiancée broke off the engagement because of poverty, and today he has become a corpse keeper!"

"Yes, he said something about thirty years east of the Serenzo River and thirty years right of the Serenzo River. He just knows nonsense!" Another tavern regular followed.

They are all farmers from the large village of Cordu, wearing short jackets that are either black, gray or brown.

The black-haired young man named Lumian supported the bar with both hands, stood up slowly, and said with a smile:

"As you know, this is not a story I made up. It was all written by my sister. She likes writing stories the most, and she is also a columnist for "Novel Weekly"."

After saying that, he turned sideways, spread his hands to the foreign guest, and said with a bright smile:

“It seems like she wrote really well.

"Sorry, you misunderstood."

The ordinary-looking man wearing a brown tweed jacket was lifeless. He stood up and responded with a smile:

“Very interesting story.

"What do you call it?"

"Isn't it common sense to introduce yourself before asking others?" Lumian smiled.

The guest from out of town nodded:

“My name is Lenkos.

"These two are my companions Valentine and Liya."

The latter sentence refers to the man and woman sitting next to him.

The man is in his mid-twenties, has yellow hair with a little powder on it, and his not-so-large eyes are a darker color than lake blue. He is wearing a white vest, a blue tweed jacket and black trousers. He is obviously confused before going out. Get dressed up.

He looked quite indifferent and rarely looked at the farmers and herdsmen around him.

The woman looked younger than the two men, with long light gray hair tied into a complicated bun and a white veil that served as a hat.

Her eyes were the same color as her hair, and she looked at Lumian with an undisguised smile. She seemed to be only interested in what just happened.

Under the illumination of the gas wall lamp in the tavern, the woman named Liya showed off her pretty nose and gracefully curved lips. She was definitely a beauty in a countryside like Kordu Village.

She was wearing a white pleated cashmere tight skirt, an off-white coat and a pair of Marcel boots. She also had two small silver bells tied to her veil and boots. When she walked into the tavern just now, they were jingling all the way. It is very eye-catching and makes many men stare straight at it.

In their eyes, this must be a fashionable dress only found in big cities like Bigor, the provincial capital, and Trier, the capital.

Lumian nodded to the three outsiders:

"My name is Lumian Li, you can just call me Lumian."

"Lee?" Liya blurted out.

"What's wrong, is there something wrong with my last name?" Lumian asked curiously.

Lenkos explained to Liya:

"Your last name is scary. I almost couldn't control my voice just now."

Seeing that the farmers and herdsmen around him looked puzzled, he further explained:

"Anyone who has been in contact with sailors or maritime merchants knows that there is such a saying spread across the five seas:

“I would rather encounter those pirate generals or even kings than a man named Frank Lee.

"That person's last name is also Li."

"Is he scary?" Lumian asked.

Ryan shook his head:

"I don't know, but since there is such a legend, it must not be bad."

He stopped the topic and said to Lumian:

"Thanks for the story, it's worth a glass of wine, what do you want?"

"A cup of 'Green Fairy'." Lumian was not polite at all and sat down again.

Lencos frowned slightly and said:

“‘The Green Fairy’…absinthe?

"I think I need to remind you that absinthe is harmful to the human body. This drink may cause insanity and cause you to hallucinate."

"I didn't expect that Trier's popularity would have spread here." Liya added with a smile.

Lumian said "Oh":

“It turns out that people in Trier also like to drink ‘Green Fairy’…

"For us, life is hard enough, and there is no need to care about a little more harm. This kind of wine can relax our spirits even more."

"Okay." Ryan sat back and looked at the bartender, "One cup of 'Green Fairy' and another cup of 'Spicy Heart' for me."

"Spicy Heart" is a famous fruit shochu.

"Why don't you give me a cup of 'Green Fairy'? I was the one who told you the truth just now. I can also tell you the whole situation of this kid!" The thin middle-aged man who was the first to reveal that Lumian tells stories every day The man shouted dissatisfied, "Outlander, I can see that you still have doubts about the authenticity of that story!"

"Pierre, you can do anything to get a free glass of wine!" Lumian responded loudly.

Before Ryan could make a decision, Lumian added:

"Why can't I tell it myself, so I can have an extra glass of Green Fairy?"

"Because they don't know whether to believe what you said." The middle-aged man named Pierre said with a proud smile, "Your sister's favorite story to tell the children is 'The Boy Who Cried Wolf'. She is always a liar. You will definitely lose credibility.”

"Okay." Lumian shrugged and watched the bartender push a glass of light green wine in front of him.

Ryan looked at him and asked:

"May I?"

"No problem, as long as your wallet is enough to pay for these drinks." Lumian didn't care.

"Then have another cup of 'Green Fairy'." Ryan nodded.

Pierre suddenly smiled:

"Generous foreigner, this kid is the most prankster in the village. You must stay away from him.

"Five years ago, he was brought back to the village by his sister Aurore and never left. You think, before that, he was only thirteen years old, how could he go to the hospital to be a corpse guard? Well, the nearest hospital to us is in Darriege at the foot of the mountain, and it takes a whole afternoon to walk."

"Brought back to the village?" Leah asked sharply.

She tilted her head slightly, making a jingling sound.

Pierre nodded:

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"Then, he took Aurore's surname 'Li', and even the name 'Lumian' was given by Aurore."

"I have forgotten what it was originally called." Lumian drank a sip of absinthe and said with a smile.

It seems that he is not at all inferior or ashamed of his past being exposed like this.