Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 1439 Death is coming (2)

"...that's the way it is, officer."

At the entrance of the small town hospital, Mr. Smith briefly talked with the police who came to inquire... This was nothing more than explaining the height and age characteristics of the missing child.

"Don't worry, sir, the law and order here has always been very good, and you know that the child will be fine." The police officer left quickly after a little reassurance.

It's not that Mr. Smith is not worried about Joe's affairs at this time, but because he really can't leave the hospital - otherwise, he may have been driving by now, constantly looking for Joe's whereabouts in the town.

At this moment, he was even afraid of going back to the door of the operating room—if the operation failed, it would be a pain that he would never be able to bear for the rest of his life.

Mr. Smith stretched out his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, no matter what, he had to - at this moment!
"Hey--!"

Hearing this voice, Mr. Smith seemed to be calling him, as if it was right behind him, he turned around subconsciously, and what he saw was a man in a white shirt with long hair——he brought Wearing a pair of white gloves.

The white gloves, this is the deepest impression of Mr. Smith, his brain is remembering this profound moment, but at the same time, a loud sound of smashing things sounded behind Mr. Smith - he just turned around.

It was a flower pot that had fallen from upstairs—the flower pot had obviously become fragments, and the soil was scattered all over the ground. Even Mr. Smith's shoes were covered with a lot of mud.

Originally, this flower pot should have hit him, if someone hadn’t called him suddenly——Mr. Smith couldn’t help breaking out in a cold sweat. He couldn’t even imagine being his wife in the operating room while his When his son Joe disappeared again, if he was hit by this flowerpot, what would happen to the family.

"Listen, you didn't just save my life, you probably saved a family that was about to fall apart."

The continuous blows have nearly broken Mr. Smith's mind, and the feeling after the danger even made his voice hoarse. He couldn't help covering his eyes, "I don't know...I really don't know...I don't know How should I put it... you know, I used to have a very happy family, but..."

He finally cried out, looking at the man who might have just happened to save his life, "Actually, I just want to thank you well...but I don't know why...it turned out like this...I didn't think Crying later... At least this time, I shouldn't be crying, sir... So, what I actually want to say is, thank you, thank you very much!"

The man in front walked up to Mr. Smith, then took out a tissue and handed it to him, "I think you need this, sir."

"Thank you, thank you very much."

The emotional breakdown was only a momentary thing, and Mr. Smith recovered quickly, "I think I have to go back, the people inside are still waiting for me... At least I need to be by their side. Forgive me for not being able to thank you properly ...Please be sure to tell me your name and where you live, and I will thank you very much."

"No need." He shook his head, "Go to where you should go, maybe it's still too late."

He didn't even explain why it was too late - but Mr. Smith seemed to be able to understand the meaning of the other party's words... Mr. Smith hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Before leaving, Mr. Smith suddenly asked: "Have we met somewhere before? I always feel that I have seen you somewhere and heard your voice."

"No, we've never really met, sir," he said with a smile.

"name?"

"Prince."

Mr. Smith nodded. He turned around and walked into the hospital... He had a feeling that maybe he would have a chance to meet this man named Prine again - when the time comes, he should thank this man.

……

……

It wasn't until after Mr. Smith walked into the hospital that he...Mr. Prine breathed out slowly, then turned around slowly, and looked up at the night sky.

A cold light brushed past Mr. Prin's side at this time, and then drew a deep crack behind him—but there was no sound.

Mr. Pulin reached out and touched his cheek—this place had actually been cut when the cold light passed by, and a wound appeared, but what flowed from the wound was not fresh blood, but... gray mist.

A trace of mist rose slowly from Mr. Pu Lin's wound, and then the wound closed little by little... From the beginning to the end, Mr. Pu Lin never cared about the injury. He still silently looked at the night sky, watched position when the attack comes.

A figure landed above the night sky, holding a slender knife in his hand, and a child in a suit on his shoulder... Nero!
"Hi, see you again, Mister Death."

The moment he landed, Nero even threw Joe's body out casually—as if throwing out a piece of garbage, and threw it beside Mr. Prince.

When Joe's body rolled and revealed his true face in front of Mr. Prin, Mr. Prin's original calm affection finally changed slightly.

His eyes even became extremely sharp in an instant.

"It's really a nice look." Nero suddenly showed a happy smile, "I won't let you escape this time~Mr. Reaper."

Teacher Prine looked at Nero quietly, for a while, "It's you again... I have already reminded you, I hope you don't get close to the Smiths."

"Are you bored, little brother?" Nero whistled a very hooligan whistle at this time, "This look is quite handsome, if you used this look to get my favorability last time, people may consider letting you get it Within three percent~"

"What did you do to Joe?" Teacher Prin frowned at this moment, "Why did his soul disappear?"

"What soul?" Nero looked around, "Where is it? Why didn't I see it? Death God Ouba, come and tell me...huh?"

What returned to Nero was a gray figure - it seemed to be in return for the cold light of Yan Mo Dao at the beginning.

There was a rather deep wound on her arm... but there was still no blood flowing out - it could hurt herself. As early as in the short fight in the abandoned warehouse, Nero had already experienced [Death God] Certain abilities of Mr.

So she was not surprised that she would be injured—she was surprised that the speed of this [Mr. Is it going into battle by itself?
Nero turned around with great interest, not even paying attention to the wound on his arm - Mr. Prin's eyes had light blue flames flowing - correspondingly, there was also a wound on his forehead A faint light blue flame, and - a huge scythe.

His eyes are no longer approachable, his eyes are more like a certain [god] looking down on all living beings... But even so, he does not have all the characteristics of a [god].

"Finally, I'm going to get serious...Mr. Death!" Nero's eyes jumped instantly, and the corners of her mouth were split, and she let out a ferocious laugh wantonly—crazy laughter.

Raising Yan Mo Dao, swinging Yan Mo Dao, her arm is like a never-ending machine, continuously and crazily repeating a single straight-cut movement, accompanied by her manic laughter!
"Hahahaha-hahaha!! Not enough, not enough! Hurry up! Mister Death!! Come again!!"

Like a tireless berserker.

Facing Nero's attack speed that seemed to have not increased the limit at this moment, Mr. Prin just swung the black sickle in a small way-when the sickle was swung, it was like a shield... It is not an understatement, but it can always Keep up with Nero's speed and block her continuous attacks.

"Does fighting make you happy like this?" Teacher Prin asked suddenly, "Are you born for fighting?"

"[Mr. Reaper], I've said it several times, you can't gain my favorability~" Nero's speed didn't even slow down, but became more and more crazy-even though the expression on her face at this time It's cute.

Mr. Pulin suddenly stirred the sickle in his hand, and then slashed... This time, he forced Nero back directly - Nero blinked in surprise - this [Mr. surprise.

"But you don't need to fight to exist now." Teacher Pulin shook his head, "I see something else in you... Maybe you can no longer be called a human being, but you are already I got something that I had when I was a human, so..."

Quietly, Yan Modao broke through the limit of the reaction speed that Mr. Pulin could achieve, and stayed directly on his neck—and Nero's extremely cold gaze at this time.

But Mr. Prin didn't seem to care, "...So, even if you don't fight anymore, you can already look for other things—what are you afraid of?"

"Afraid of being bored~" Nero said with a smile—with this smiling face, she was doing the bloodiest thing!

In an instant, the blade of Yan Mo Dao grew dense serrations - these serrations began to rotate rapidly... like an electric serrated knife, it began to saw Mr. Prin's neck!
Flesh and blood fly!
But after a while, Mr. Prin's head was finally bloodily sawed open—his head had already fallen to the ground, but his body did not fall down, and he was still standing holding the huge black sickle.

Nero tilted her head and looked at it—you don't know if she was a temporary prank, or she was cautious, she directly raised her leg, and kicked Teacher Prin's head into the night sky!
Nero stretched until she could no longer see her. But the moment she turned around, Mr. Prin was standing behind her...without any injuries.

"Hey? I really hacked you to death... Is there any problem with the hand feeling?"

Nero blinked curiously - she didn't even feel frightened by Mr. Prin's intact appearance, she was more just...interested, "So you said [Mr. Death] you have an immortal body? "

"It's the same for you, no." Teacher Prin said indifferently: "But there is no real immortality in the world... Immortality is just because its time has not come, or the time of existence has been extended wirelessly conditionally."

For some reason, when Mr. Prin's words just fell, he once again saw the other side of the white-haired girl in front of him—or the third face.

Different from what she showed before, either crazy or innocent... At this time, she looked so serious - she didn't turn into a hippie smiling face to hide her ferocious side, nor could she still show an innocent smile when she was ferocious ...Mr. Pu Lin felt a very pure killing intent on the other party.

"[Mr. Death] I'm sorry." Nero unexpectedly became polite...so polite as if he had been replaced by someone else, "Although I'm very happy with the fun you brought me, I'm really worried There comes a day like this...you will find the condition in the so-called [conditional], and destroy what exists."

In Nero's hands, Yan Mo Dao suddenly took on a new change... It directly integrated into Nero's body, and then different blades popped out directly from Nero's elbows, knee joints, and butterfly bones on his back.

Mr. Pulin suddenly felt something bad... This was a huge threat that he had never seen before—if he was in front of destruction.

"I... I'm really satisfied with my current life." Nero, who had merged with Yan Modao, waved his hands away at this time... his hands and arms directly turned into extremely sharp blades, "so for someone like you [People who understand], I really hate it the most... the most annoying!"

Maybe it was just a hallucination, but at this moment, Mr. Pullin actually saw behind the white-haired girl, there was a huge screaming face that seemed to be composed of countless evil spirits.

Apart from screaming, it seemed to be hungry...even Mr. Prince could clearly feel the loss, fear...despair contained in it.

"It turns out that this is the real you..." Mr. Prin muttered to himself... Facing Nero at this time, he took a deep breath, and instantly inserted the black sickle in his hand by his side, and then... Untied it white gloves on his hands.

The moment his hands emerged from the glove, a faint gray mist slowly dispersed...bringing death.

At this moment, with Mr. Prin as the center, the breath of death is exuding like this—the grass on the ground, the trees next to it, the small insects crawling on the ground...these things are all withered or...dead !
"That's not enough." Nero said blankly: "Last time, my sword has already swallowed half of you... If it's just like this now, I will kill you with one sword. This is specially developed by me to deal with Da Zhe Oppa's."

Mr. Prin naturally didn't know who Da Zhe Ouba was, but instinctively felt that this would be another very troublesome guy.

At this moment, he took a deep breath, reached out from his bag, and took out the book that had been beside him since birth—they called it the [Devil's Bible]!
(End of this chapter)