I work 9 to 5 in Chainsaw Man

The moonlight is gentle, falling through the skylight on the top floor of the castle, as if the ground is covered with a layer of pure white tiles. On the luxurious carpet, there is a huge white marble banquet hall, red curtains, shiny inlaid floors, and green columns in the middle. There were many tables with gold, silver and glassware shining on the white tablecloths. There is a long table on the high platform, about a hundred feet long from one end of the hall to the other. The other tables are arranged in rows at right angles to the high platform.

The extremely luxurious hall can be seen at a glance. The complicated lighting emits a cold light. The four high walls cast dark shadows on the soft carpet. Passing through the spacious but deserted long corridor, the famous paintings on both sides The eyes of famous people seem to be able to capture people's hearts. Needless to say, the design of the interior room, but the expensive decorations cannot cover up the oppression and desolation in the room.

Xu Sheng and others walked into this hall again. There was no joy, only deep fatigue and sighs.

"Why are you back again!"

Spike scratched his head and said that they had been walking in this mansion for an unknown amount of time and had encountered countless rooms like this hall, but no matter how they took a detour, they could not avoid the fate of returning to the same place.

Even though they made countless marks along the way, after leaving this place, those marks seemed to evaporate.

Xu Sheng was also agitated. They were trapped here. They didn't know how Wuyeso and Prosen were doing. Now even they didn't know if they would be trapped here and die.

Compared to the restlessness of Spike and Xu Sheng, Alice walked to the portraits on both sides of the hall, touched her chin and looked at them carefully.

Xu Sheng stepped forward and said, "Alice, did you find anything wrong?"

Alice nodded, pulled out the short blade from Xu Sheng's waist and stabbed it towards the portrait.

Under Xu Sheng's stunned gaze, the portrait twisted its frame and avoided Alice's stab.

When Xu Sheng saw this, he did not hesitate to pull out a long knife and slash at the portrait.

The portrait is like a puppet dancing on a sword, repeatedly dodging Xu Sheng's chops to the limit.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

The aquiline nose in the portrait was panting, and his eyes rolled up in tiredness. Xu Sheng slowly put away the knife and curiously looked at the portrait that was speaking human words.

The aquiline-nosed portrait gasped heavily: "You know the truth, you..."

The long knife pierced the portrait and pinned him to the wall.

The portrait was stunned for a second and yelled: "You guy! You told me to stop! Don't you want to leave here?"

"Do you have a way? Or are you the one who caused all this?"

Xu Sheng responded to the portrait, casually took out another dagger and inserted it into his wooden frame.

Hook-nosed portrait: "...you guy!"

Xu Sheng took out two more daggers, and the portrait fell silent.

Xu Sheng picked up the handle of the knife and knocked on the wooden frame of the portrait: "Tell me, what's the matter?"

The portrait took a deep breath, showed a strange smile and said: "This is the mirror gallery, welcome to you, Shirono Xusheng!"

Xu Sheng instinctively sensed that something was wrong. Screams rang out from behind him. Xu Sheng turned his head. What happened made him at a loss.

I saw a man who looked exactly like him holding a standard long knife in his hand. He killed the two shadows behind Spike with two swords and turned them into two purple crystals that fell to the ground.

"Xu Sheng" took advantage of the victory and pursued, swung out a knife and stabbed into Spike's chest. Spike's soul was in a trance for a moment, and his hands began to break.

Xu Sheng directly threw down the portrait, drew his long knife and rushed towards the counterfeit.

The impostor drew his long knife and rushed over.

The two people's blades collided, and the sound of clashing swords resounded through the hall. Xu Sheng's eyes were splitting, and the counterfeit had the same expression. When the two of them fought, they had exactly the same fighting skills, expressions, and even physical strength and emotions.

The two Xu Shengs stepped back at the same time, made a crescent moon shape with their palms, and shouted: "Zhao!"

The heads of two bears appeared at the same time, and they collided in the empty field. Regardless of the outcome, they retreated.

"Alice! Come and deal with this impostor with me!"

"Xu Sheng! Come and deal with this impostor with me!"

Two sentences, but uttered by four people.

Xu Sheng looked back and saw that the hook-nosed painting on the wall with a dagger stuck in it was nowhere to be seen. There were actually two Alices confronting each other in the air, with a dagger stuck in their shoulders and the same knife marks under their ribs.

The four of them looked at each other, and the situation became increasingly tense.

——Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

The raging fire was like a beast that preyed on people, swallowing up the golden warrior nailed to the wall without leaving any trace.

The flames melted the body of the golden warrior bit by bit. Under the armor, the golden skull-like face roared ferociously, and the fire-breathing eyes seemed to be mixed with resentment that only humans can have, staring at Uyeso.

"Go to hell and repent!"

Uyeso raised his legs and stepped down, the thick wall turned into dust, and the golden liquid was evaporated.

The bright moonlight outside the wall reflected on his face, and the blue crystals on the ground flashed a glimmer of light.

Uyeso looked over and saw that Proson's corpse was holding the soul fragment taken away by the golden warrior.

Uyeso picked up the blue crystal and wanted to pick up Proson's body for a proper burial, but a tall figure suddenly appeared and stopped his arm.

The demon with the head of a deer and the body of a human appeared and hummed: "Prosen's body belongs to me now. This is part of his deal."

Uyeso pursed his lips, thinking of his restored calf, watching the deer head slowly take Proson into his hand.

Uyeso tried his best to hold back his desire to ask Lutou what he would do with Proson's body, but he still held back because he was afraid that the answer he would get would be unacceptable to him.

Watching the deer-headed figure disappearing, Uyeso knelt down in the moonlight in a state of loneliness.

"What should I do? Father!"

Uyeso closed his eyes tightly, and two lines of hot tears streaked down his cheeks. The surroundings were mottled and messy, but he was the only one among the ruins. Endless sadness surged in his heart like a flood.

"Same as that dream, I'm really useless..."

Uyeso muttered, at a loss.

"Next, it's up to you..."

Proson's last words stayed in Uyeso's mind, and he struggled to get up: "Yes, I can't fall here yet, I haven't killed that demon yet!"

Uyeso's eyes became firm again, his fists clenched and squeaking.

He put away the blue crystal, stretched out his right fist towards this place, and hit his left shoulder hard, with a sad expression on his face, as if he was praying for Proson and Bogdan.

After a long time, Uyeso ignited a flame in his hand and strode towards the cracked wall.