Operation Red Book

A purple figure floated over from the distance. He was wearing a purple robe. The hood covered the upper half of his face, and the long sleeves covered his hands. The excess part was half as long as his arm and hung loosely under his body.

He squatted on a three-foot-long machete, his long purple hair fell under the machete, dragging a long section on the ground. His hair looked frizzy and without any luster.

The machete floated in front of Dorian, and Purple jumped off the machete, arched his long sleeves in front of his chest, and saluted Dorian.

Dorian looked at his bare feet, then at the frizzy purple hair that had grown to his ankles, frowned in dissatisfaction, and crossed his arms in disgust.

"You are the god of death in this area, right?" Dorian said contemptuously.

"Hehehe, good eyesight, if I'm not mistaken, you should be the termite of this area!"

Death spoke in high spirits, changing the tone of his words several times, making it sound uncomfortable no matter how you listened to them.

"Yes, that's me."

"Hey, hey, hey! Hey, little worm, my death performance today is not up to standard!"

"It's not my business."

"Hey, those dead souls have all been eaten, at least leave a few for me!"

"When I arrived, he had already eaten it, otherwise he would have snatched it away long ago." Dorian said proudly, glancing at the Grim Reaper with a squint.

“Ah, the devil is so cunning! I don’t even know what to say! So, so, I released him again. I thought that maybe I could harvest the souls of that evil ghost and that horse, uh…”

Death spoke aggrievedly, twisting his body, his purple robe jumping around like a fish on the shore, which made Dorian very displeased.

"And then you ate him, and you let the horse go, well—"

Death was trying to rub against Dorian's body, which made Dorian turn around and avoid Death's disgusting touch.

"So, what do you want to do?"

"Give me the soul of that evil ghost, and I will tell you the secret about Arnold, how about that?"

"What if I don't give it?"

"Ah, let me see!" Death turned around and took a look. "The SCO people are coming. The one wearing frost, and the one wearing black...ah, the elegant priest! It makes my heart pound!"

"I want to tell them! The young master adopted by Mrs. Emerson is a devil!"

"Hey, there's more." Death turned his back and grinned at Dorian.

"You also signed a contract with that beautiful girl from China. I saw it all! And, and! You even molested others. Shame on you! Shame on you!"

Dorian's frown deepened, and a ball of green flame appeared between his fingers.

"Hmm? Hmm! I'm not Arnold. I'm not afraid of a parasite like you. If you can't kill me, I'll tell everyone! The first one will be the person who picked you up and kept you by his side!"

Dorian's brows relaxed, he shrugged, the green flame on his fingertips turned orange-red, and he threw it casually at the feet of the god of death.

"Take it away. It's not tasty anyway. I'd rather eat corn porridge with curry."

"Ah! The soul of the evil spirit! Thank you, Mr. Devil!"

The Grim Reaper picked up the machete, hooked up the soul on the ground, and put it into the pocket of his purple robe.

He arched his hand into a circle and placed it on his lips, making his fangs more prominent.

"Now, I'll keep my promise and tell you Arnold's secret! The first soul he harvested was a cute Chihuahua."

"no need."

Dorian's brows tightened again, a ball of fire rose around him, and then his whole body disappeared into the air.

"He was chased by that dog for three days and three nights, and I was the one who took action for him in the end! Hehehehe!"

"The sexy priest and the hairy guy from the north are here! Hehehehehehe!"

The purple Grim Reaper threw the machete into the air, jumped lightly onto the machete, and floated away into the distance with a "hehehe" sound.