Chapter 558

"Cough, cough…."

Raven twisted his neck, the gaze beneath his mask cold and gloomy; he lightly covered his mouth and coughed twice, muffled, letting out a hoarse laugh,

"The long night approaches; from now on I begin my watch. The Curse of the Evil Sacrifice spawns abominations; uproot them entirely, cease only in death. I dedicate my life to the Night Watchman — tonight so, every night the same, heh heh heh—"

Although Dong Ping could not understand this ancient oath of the Night Watchman, he still nodded repeatedly in agreement:

"Right, right, right! Sir is right; when dealing with evil monsters, they should be exterminated completely"

The Corpse Fisher driver, however, felt his scalp go numb and ready to split; cold sweat rolled down his temples, soaking a large patch on his back.

A monster reminding the Night Watchman that monsters deserve death?

Should the monsters collectively give you a "Good Person Award" then?!!

Raven's chanting suddenly turned into violent coughing; he raised a hand to cover the breathing holes of his mask, coughing sounds leaking through his fingers, carrying the stench of blood:

"You're right; monsters have already infiltrated humanity. What the Night Watchman has always guarded was never humanity, but monsters, heh, cough cough—"

Dong Ping abruptly raised his head; a frost-covered palm was already clamped over his mouth.

Extreme cold instantly surged into his mouth, freezing his tongue into a lump of ice, then rapidly expanding, expanding further…..

"Mmph….. mph….."

Dong Ping's mouth was forcibly pried open; his jawbone emitted a cracking sound of unbearable strain.

The ice grew larger and larger, finally stuffing his mouth full, prying it open, prying it until it was fully the size of a face — large enough to fit his own head inside.

A human mouth cannot be larger than a face.

If the face is larger than the mouth, that means a face has become nothing but a mouth.

The Corpse Fisher driver watched in horrified despair at Dong Ping collapsed on the ground; the other's entire head exploded with a boom, a gaping bloody maw flipping outward, looking as if Dong Ping had bitten off his own head.

He had been in the trade for over a decade, fished up many corpses, seen over ten thousand ways to die, but Dong Ping's manner of death still challenged the imagination somewhat.

The Corpse Fisher driver sweated like rain, not even bothering to calculate how much he had lost in this "Pawnshop Transaction."

According to trade rules, the Pawnshop Transaction process should be:

1. Salvage the corpses of those who died with grievances

2. Sign a contract lending Yang Lifespan

3. Await their revenge, then recycle the "Purified" corpse

4. Recover the remaining lifespan with principal and interest

But now.

"How much lifespan did I lend Dong Ping? Seems like 10 days; deducting the intermediate loss, that means I lost a full ten years of lifespan?!!"

According to the principle passed down by generations of Corpse Fisher ancestors, lending lifespan is inherently defying the Heavenly Dao.

For every day lent, one year of lifespan must actually be consumed as "Heavenly Dao Interest"; that is to say

The Corpse Fisher driver trembled as he reached for his temples; his fingertips touched a sudden patch of white — in mere seconds he had aged ten years out of thin air!

"That damn bastard, you're right — just don't speak in your next life."

He gritted his molars, bloodshot eyeballs glaring at the giant mouth covering Dong Ping's face, cursing incessantly in his heart.

He was full of resentment, but even hating to the point of trembling all over, he still kept his head low and eyes downcast, holding his breath desperately.

Afraid that the Black Yama would react and realize a monster was still standing beside him.

Feng Yuhuai stared fixedly at Dong Ping's corpse, both envious that he could die so cleanly and decisively — unlike her, who could not die no matter how she tried — while simultaneously digesting in her Nao Hai the accusation he made before death.

Father revived from death, so Father is definitely a monster, no escape!

Brother, although I've suspected a few times, several probes didn't seem like it; is he slandering, or….. does Brother act even better than me?

And Mother, is she a monster too? I've never suspected Mother, is this even reasonable?

The chain suddenly tightened, cutting painfully into her neck, severing Feng Yuhuai's tangled train of thought.

Raven tugged on the dog leash, stepped over the corpse, and walked slowly outward, coughing:

"Go drive!"

These words were clearly an order to the Corpse Fisher driver; the latter gave a start, hurriedly nodded and bowed as he ran out.

He had survived; it had nothing to do with whether he was a monster — it was because he was still needed to drive.

For the first time in his life, he loved his taxi driver profession so much.

This lesson taught him that, as a monster, mastering a vocational skill was truly too important; if he truly survived this calamity, he would definitely go sign up for a class and learn another skill.

He'd learn……

In a dark, distant corner.

The Officiant's Byakugan trembled slightly, gradually turning back to normal human pupil color:

"The dog-skin plaster has finally left."

The renowned Night Watchman Organization, capable of making E Corpses cease their wailing — in the eyes of 【Destiny】 it is just a piece of dog-skin plaster.

No other reason: in the Upper City Council's armed sequence for purging 【Destiny】, the Night Watchman is far from the most powerful, but absolutely the most zealous suicide squad.

The God Armament ranked above the Night Watchman, or the more secretive 【Broken Mask】 Mobile Unit — their threat levels exceed the Night Watchman by more than ten times.

Yet precisely because of this, whether God Armament or 【Broken Mask】 Mobile Unit, they all harbor ulterior motives, putting in appearance but not effort.

Only the Night Watchman, few in number, truly willing to fight 【Destiny】 to the death; the natural result is the Night Watchman's numbers grow fewer and fewer, and thus they are trusted more and more by the Council.

The Beast also breathed a sigh of relief:

"These dog-skin plasters' dog noses are sharp; we're in a latent state right now, we cannot be exposed.

Moreover, Red Dragonfly mentioned before that the Organization above issued a secret order telling the submerged 【Destiny】 Party not to conflict with the Night Watchman recently — what is the reason for this?"

The Officiant naturally knew this secret order as well; although he could not know the Thirteenth Seat's true considerations, he already had some guesses in his heart, so he explained:

"Probably because the timing has arrived to swallow the 【Night Watchman】 in one gulp?"

The implication being: precisely because they intend to swallow you whole in the future, they don't open their mouths now.

Of course, the so-called "devouring" might mean annihilation, or it might mean assimilation, drawing in, or recruitment.

Because the Night Watchmen are most willing to fight Fate to the death, they are more likely to be assimilated into their own people?

This kind of logic that seems to defy common sense — a beast's brain cells cannot figure out the twists and turns within it.

Seeing this, the Master of Ceremonies no longer offered any further explanation; the beast scratched its head in confusion, and ultimately did not continue to pursue the question.

He merely asked the question that interested him:

"Which faction does the arriving Night Watchman belong to?"

The Master of Ceremonies answered:

"Breath Turns to Ice — that is the Extreme Yin Faction."

The Master of Ceremonies knows the Night Watchmen well, or rather, Fate knows the internal situation of the Night Watchmen like the back of its hand.

Just as Fate internally has Thirteen Seats, each commanding a part as the organization's structure, the Night Watchmen internally are also divided into three major factions:

Extreme Yin, Extreme Yang, Extreme Speed.

"Breath Turns to Ice" is precisely the hallmark trait of the Extreme Yin Faction, stemming from the fact that all its members cultivate the Nine Yin Scripture;

while "Breath Like Fire" is the trait of the Extreme Yang Faction, because its members exclusively cultivate the Nine Yang Crimson Art;

as for the Extreme Speed Faction, it is neither ice nor fire, but rather "Breath Like Lightning," and its members cultivate the Sunflower Canon.

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