Chapter 1469: Character Side Story: Gravedigger

Character Side Story: Gravedigger

"Little Zhang, don't let go, absolutely don't let go, I beg you, at least pull Jiahao up. For the sake of our years as colleagues, save Jiahao!"

Above the constantly collapsing rift abyss, three blood-covered figures were strung together, hanging on the edge of the rift.

At the bottom was the captain of the graveyard security team, grabbing the ankle of the person in the middle, struggling upward with all his might.

In the middle was the captain's son, Jiahao. While desperately pulling the wrist of the person above, he begged his father:

"Dad, stop pulling, we're both going to fall."

The one at the very top was naturally Zhang Jizu. Countless ropes passed through his chest and arms, barely pulling him to the edge of the abyss so he wouldn't fall, but the weight of the three people almost tore his arms apart, leaving him without a shred of strength to pull up the people below him.

His mental strength was also overdrawn, and all three had stepped into the gates of hell.

However, everything before him was not a rescue for Zhang Jizu, but an insurance measure against unknown risks.

In terms of robustness, the more combat power available at the moment, the stronger the ability to resist risks, especially when facing the 【Annihilation】 trial of an opposing faith, the more hope of survival could be found.

Therefore, he held Jiahao's hand tightly and didn't let go.

But he also knew that if this continued, all three would die.

Zhang Jizu did not fear death, but he didn't want to fall just yet. Jiahao thought the same, only Jiahao was not as calm as Zhang Jizu; he was terrified of death.

Realizing that the three could not be saved together, Jiahao made a "painful" decision. With a ferocious expression, he kicked his father into the abyss.

"Dad, you're old, but I'm still young! The Li Zhi Association has already accepted me as a new member. When I become a god, I will resurrect you!"

"Dad, you have to believe me!"

The security captain's eyes widened.

He wasn't kicked down; at the moment his son raised his foot, he let go himself.

As he fell into the abyss, he didn't look at the son whose face was twisted into someone he didn't recognize anymore, but looked at Little Zhang, who was always squinting his eyes.

People call him Jizu, so he rests in peace in the graveyard.

And my son is called Jiahao, but he has never made me proud...

Ha.

"Filial piety... filial piety is good. If my son could have half the filial piety of Little Zhang... I would die without regrets..."

No, perhaps half was a delusion.

Whether the captain died without regrets, no one knew. In any case, after one person was missing, the remaining two slowly climbed out of the desperate situation.

Jiahao looked at the abyss, trembling all over, cried out a few times, and then looked at Zhang Jizu on the side, his face becoming ferocious again.

"You saw it, right? He let go himself, it wasn't me!!"

Zhang Jizu shook his head and said calmly: "It was you."

"It wasn't me!!!" Jiahao went crazy. He lunged over, picked up a sharp stone shard, pressed it against Zhang Jizu's throat, and roared with a distorted voice, "He couldn't hold on and let go himself, it wasn't me, I didn't kill anyone, and I didn't kill my dad! You have to testify for me!"

"It was you."

"You damn!!! Can't you understand human language!? He fell down himself, he did it himself! Don't force me, squinty-eyes, don't force me!"

"Infighting at this time is not a good choice. We still have to hold on for 3 hours. What we should do now is rest..."

"Don't change the subject, damn it. I'm asking you, did I kill anyone!?"

Zhang Jizu's eyes squinted into a slit. He knew the matter was beyond saving. It seemed he would have to endure the next three hours by himself.

"You did."

"Good! Good! Good! You don't believe me, then I'll kill you to show you!"

Jiahao raised his "knife" and fell, slitting Zhang Jizu's throat. Seeing the blood splatter on his face, he stood up like a madman, laughing wildly as he ran out.

"I didn't kill anyone, ha, I'm a good person, I will become a god, I will..."

Jiahao's forward steps stumbled suddenly, feeling a pain in his waist and abdomen. He looked down and saw a silver-glinting scalpel stuck in his spleen, the gushing blood having long since soaked his tattered clothes.

Scalpel?

"Why... is there a scalpel here?"

His eyes went black, and he fell straight down.

His mind had long since fallen into chaos, and even in death, he couldn't figure out why there was a scalpel here.

After Jiahao's corpse fell to the ground, kicking up countless dust, Zhang Jizu, whose throat had been slit, slightly opened his...

It couldn't be counted as opening; to him, the appearance of opening and closing his eyes was not much different, only the slight movement of his eyelashes let people know this corpse was alive.

Zhang Jizu stood up, holding his throat, calmly recovered the scalpel from Jiahao's abdomen, used his last bit of mental strength to give himself a healing spell, and then walked toward the safe zone without saying a word.

He didn't give Jiahao any answer.

Jiahao would also never know that what he should have asked was not why there was a scalpel here, but why there happened to be a sharp stone shard by his hand.

Human nature cannot withstand testing, and it is best not to test it, but risks need to be assessed.

In terms of robustness, one must confirm at any time during a trial whether unstable companions will bring risks. If the risk is uncontrollable, it should be detonated in advance to reduce the possibility of accidental superposition leading to the project spiraling out of control.

This was the principle Mom taught, and Little Zhang learned it very well.

It was also because of this that he firmly believed they had always been by his side.

Death was never separation, but the longest-lasting companionship.

Zhang Jizu, Graveyard Management, Gravedigger, 【Death】.

Birthday: August 9

Age: 27 ===== CHAPTER 1470 =====