Workaholic

Be your younger brother and pass cigarettes to the big brother.

The clown's pale face was facing him, just like Sadako's, except that Sadako's face was deathly pale, and his face was chemically mutated and diabolized.

The black-haired young man looked at the other person's face, and felt that the powder on the clown's face was about to fall off.

emm... It feels a bit like flour, this clown boss doesn't seem to be particularly rich, and even the chairs he made are very tattered.

Wang Jiacun, Wang Chaohua's hometown, is a deep mountain and old forest that even the Beidou satellite can't locate. The people in this village rarely have contact with modern equipment, and a road leading to the outside was only opened in the last generation.

Material resources are still scarce in some aspects, such as the burial of the dead.

He remembered that when he was a child, his uncle lived to be 32 years old.Because the face needs to be painted with corpse makeup and there is no powder puff, the uncle who made the coffin next door simply rubbed the fine flour on his uncle's face, and his uncle's face was exactly the same as the clown's face now, it was so white, and his mouth was so white. is so red.

Wang Chaohua sighed inwardly, his gaze softened.

Thinking about it carefully, this face doesn't seem so scary anymore, it's almost the same as his deceased third aunt, sixth aunt, seventh uncle and second uncle.

"What are you thinking?" The clown looked at the young man in front of him playfully, and the hidden fear in his eyes seemed to disappear.

As a pervert who is good at trying to figure out the psychology of the other side, the clown can easily see through the disguise of the young man in front of him. He naturally knows how to make people feel fear.

If the fear dissipated so easily, it meant that it was not a real fear, but a kind of psychological pressure, but this pressure seemed to disappear because of him.

The clown's smile became even more bloody, and he found that the young man in front of him, this daring little guy was in a daze.

"I'm very much like my uncle." The black-haired young man said without blinking his eyes.

"..."

The clown was silent.

Wang Chaohua didn't make a sound either.

He was really afraid of his own mouth and brain.

The system on the side: host you, why.

The clown is worthy of being the number one villain in Gotham who dared to challenge Batman, his face did not change, and he still had that weird smiling face.

then……

……

The dark-haired young man was washing dishes in the kitchen with a plate on his face.

Really unexpected.

The black-haired young man took a rag and rinsed the dishes under the faucet. After quitting the job of serving the dishes, he found a job as a cleaner with the villain boss.

"Host, what's the difference between this and yours before?" The system's ambitions have been exhausted by this tortured host, and it feels exhausted watching the black-haired young man seriously wipe a plate.

"What do you expect me to do." Wang Chaohua said without any ups and downs: "I don't know how to make poison, and I'm not a sharpshooter. When I meet Iron-Blooded and Ruthless Batman, I will be the first to die."

"Then what are you going to do?" The system called up the task board.

There is a 5% progress bar on the transparent task board, and the red residual blood status is simply touching.

"Don't discriminate against cleaners." The black-haired young man curled his lips, his fresh and tender campus face looked sunny and carefree.

After wiping another plate, he found that the oil stains on it could not be removed because it hadn't been washed for a long time. Wang Wanghua looked at the kitchen counter with a missing corner, and there were some messy bottles and jars in the corner beside it.

The black-haired young man took a serious look and took out a glass bottle marked with detergent.

"Zizizi——"

Wang Wanghua looked at the blackened dishwashing brush in bewilderment.

He glanced at the dishwashing brush in disbelief, then at the transparent liquid on his hands, and his big black eyes were full of "grass mud horses".

excuseme?

Is this fucking sulfuric acid?

No, it's just strong sulfuric acid.

Clown, why the fuck? ? ?

(◢д◣)

The system was terrified: "Fortunately, you didn't get a paw down." If a paw goes down, it may be hemiplegia, and the body is disabled and the mind is strong.

Wang Wanghua's black eyes were full of resentment: "You said that I did my best to clean the dishes for him, but he is so vicious and wants to destroy my delicate hands."

The black-haired young man looked at the colorless and odorless liquid and smiled: "Why don't we just pour this into the water and give him a drink, so we can take the position smoothly?"

"Or AIDS, the world probably hasn't found an antidote for it yet," the black-haired young man said gently, "We can ruin his reputation. Thinking about it, it doesn't seem to be a difficult task."

"The clown, after all, is just a mortal. He doesn't have an indestructible body like Superman, and he can't stop eating and drinking. Compared with killing Batman or God," Wang Chaohua said, "Now that I think about killing him, it's really It's easy."

If he was Mr. Stank or some superman, god, could directly invent or control a tiny thing that could put a deadly virus in the clown's clothes or food.

Especially at Arkham Hospital, where the Joker seems to have a penchant for making fun of his peers, where delivering the drug isn't too difficult a task.

In this world where mutants and superpowers are even rampant, the clown has not been successfully killed so far. Apart from the cunning and cleverness of the clown itself, the more important reason lies in these superheroes and strange organizations.

S.H.I.E.L.D., already covered in undercover agents: You belong to Hydra, what a coincidence, and so do I.

Control Freak Batman: Oh, my territory, no one can come without my permission.

The system was instantly sweated by the host's words, for no reason, but Wang Chaohua's expression was really weird when he said these words.He seemed to be speaking in a joking tone, but there was no trace of emotion in his eyes, and the smile on his seemingly soft face became a little distorted.

It can't tell what it feels like, it can't put it into words.

But Wang Chaohua changed the subject in the next second: "System, the clown won't let me lose money?"

The system glanced at the scorched pile of unknown objects.

"Uh...I don't think so."

#

The night was silent and there were no lights in the house.

Something black and viscous came down from the dream, like a liquid curtain.The black-haired young man caught the black thing with his fingers, and the cold touch fell from his fingertips like water.

This time the feeling was different from the previous ones. He felt that he had a lot of autonomy. Although he still had the vague feeling of a dream, this time it was very real.

Wang Chaohua stared at the liquid curtain for a while, pursed his lips, and went straight through.

The icy liquid sprinkled on the hair made the top of the head feel chilly. The black-haired young man shuddered, thinking that he was about to wake up, but found that his spirit seemed to be more awake because of the cold.

There were no traces of water left on his body, and the black shirt seemed to blend in with the night, making it inconspicuous.

In the next second, the youth's black pupils seemed to be illuminated.

He saw countless silver fire-like fragments floating in the black space, like glass light, but lighter and softer.

The faint silver light is flying all over the sky, like something without weight, which cannot be created by manpower, so eye-catching, just like the natural beauty of nature.

The black-haired young man looked at the scenery in front of him without blinking, bent down and lightly touched the ground, and then lay down.

All the fragments rotate and rise like stars.

The black-haired young man stretched out a hand and gently grabbed a small piece of silver fire, feeling the warmth in his palm, and then it melted.

A suffocating pain and joy spread in his chest, but the emotions covered in a small fragment drowned him like an ocean.

Wang Chaohua tremblingly let go of his fingertips.

"soul."

A deep male voice sounded from above. The other party seemed to be looking at the young man in front of him rather strangely. Wang Wanghua heard the other party's voice and recognized that he had met in the park before.

There was no expression on the handsome man's face, he just looked coldly at the young man standing up quickly on the ground, his eyes looked at him in surprise, as if he was a little flustered.

Loki smiled coldly, his green pupils swept across the young man, and asked in a cold tone, "How did you get here?"

This is a place to preserve souls developed by Loki.

Only Loki himself knew how the human in front of him got in. Not to mention, he had already discovered that this young man was the man from the atrium he had seen last time.

A short-lived ghost who can't live to be 30 years old also appeared under his nose, which is really daring.

Loki stretched out his hand to hold it towards the void, and the flying fragments seemed to be controlled by an invisible gravitational force, flying towards the man's palm, gathering continuously, and turning into a transparent glass-like bead.

The black-haired young man in front of him looked at the silver fire that had dissipated a lot in front of him with black eyes, and said in an uncertain tone: "This is... the soul?"

Loki narrowed his emerald green pupils slightly, as if he had only seriously looked at the weak human in front of him at this time, and he remembered the mutants that appeared on the earth recently.Mutants...their abilities are all kinds of strange. Before Thor, because of the relationship with the Avengers, they suffered a few times when they fought against several mutants.

Looking at it now, the ability of the Zhongting man in front of him is very likely to be related to the spiritual department.

"Part of the soul." Loki said, "Human, I saw you last time."

"You're dying."

The breath of life on this human is very weak, almost like a dying patient, but on the surface it still maintains sufficient vitality.

As a powerful main god of Olympus, Loki saw through the appearance at a glance.

He looked at the black-haired young man maliciously in his heart, and his tone was kind and generous.

What the gods throw out is not a holy olive branch, but a magic vine full of temptation and poison.

"I can give you new life."

Just like bewitching the sinners in the Black Gate Prison, he wove a poisonous web of deceit and lies unique to the sky.

"Trust me."

The evil god said so.

--small theater--

02:30am.

111 was woken up by the main system prompt.

The system stared at the board for a while without speaking.

111: "Did you do something behind my back again?"

【Followers of the God of Lies】What the hell is this?

Wang Chaohua: Oh, that's right, let's take a look at Xianrendiao?

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