Heartbreaker

Of all my companions, I admire the old man Chichikov the most.People with brains are always admirable. Compared with the brutish and crippled three brothers, the sarcastic Barbara, the crazy and dull Popolo, and the ignorant Luo, Chichikov is like a dog sucked on the body of a beast. The leeches, although small in size, specialize in your weak spots.When one day you die without anyone noticing, it is likely that he is behind the scenes.

"That Viscount Head is the nephew of Emperor Elliott, and he has been a romantic scumbag since he was a child." He walked beside me, puffing, and told me the answer I wanted, "Princess Yang Peach is his fiancee. But judging from their getting along, there is no affection between the two, and it can even be regarded as mutual dislike. This time they came to Huapai Town to hold a wedding ceremony, which was probably the idea of ​​the king killer. You see, someone is already arranging red hearts It’s a square, but it’s quite a grand occasion.”

"Oh." I replied casually, wondering why I didn't kill the black rooster just now.Chichikov said, "That princess has fair hair, and she was one of your Thors, wasn't she?"

"It's my cousin."

He nodded and stopped talking.Just in time, I don't want to say anything when he asks again, maybe I will give him two slaps in anger.And he wisely chose to keep his mouth shut, as Chichikov was capable of.

We walked down the path made of colorful bricks and walked out of the center of the town. As we got closer to the edge, the fairy-tale town was gradually broken like soap bubbles.When the brown-black land stepped under my feet, I felt happy after a long absence, and I smiled and slid down a slope full of weeds.

"Be careful, Chichikov." I said, "This is not the center of the town, there are criminals slaughtering old people and children at any time..."

At this moment, a bastard rushed towards Chichikov, and the old man exclaimed, "Satan!"I grabbed the bastard's dog's head, slashed his neck with the back of the knife, and stomped him to the ground!

"Damn dog!" I spat and tore off my blond hair, "Look at your dog eyes, who am I?"

The bastard was dressed in a tattered black robe, with high cheekbones, a pale face, the eye circles were smeared with black soot, and his short-cut hair was shaved with several patterns.When he saw my red-haired, thin face, he turned pale with horror and shrieked, "Fuck, Lemon Bone Spur, is that you?! You look like a malnourished man in that wig. the consumptive ghost."

I kicked him, "Yeah, it can't be more comfortable than you bastard. Two years, I want you to keep the person in charge dead?"

"Not dead." The man said, "Not dead, but almost."

"That's great, I like to torture the guy who is hanging on his breath, let him want to stop." I said, "Take me to see him, dare to play tricks, I will smash your brains and paint bread."

Two years ago, Huapai Town was still an unknown town full of crimes and transactions, and the name "Mole" once made everyone fearful.Poisons, violence, sex, and cursing, there's no nasty trade that doesn't exist in this town, and The Mole is the organization that controls it all.Each member of the organization—that is, the "mole ghost" in other populations, uniformly wears a dark knee-length cloak, smears inferior white powder on his face, outlines two dark circles with black coal ash, and cuts his hair Board size, shaved pattern.Ever since the Kingslayer rebuilt the town, Mole's arrogance has naturally been suppressed. He has changed from a local snake to a sneaky robber gang, and his status has plummeted.

But the location of their dens remains unchanged.The mole man took Chichikov and me to a pink shop where there were whips, mouth gags, candles, blindfolds, chastity belts and other messy props.I whistled, picked up a dog leash and looked at it, the proprietress gave me a wink, "You really have a good eye. Use this to tie your man, she will not be able to escape."

Chichikov said, "Chains don't work against undead. Besides, even without this thing, that guy will follow you like a dog."

I grinned and said, "It's not to make him obedient."

Chichikov stopped talking again, probably because he disliked me a little this time.The entrance to the secret passage is on the shelf of this sex shop, and the switch is a black one--I guess no decent person would want to touch it, and even I don't want to.The mole ghost flipped the switch, and a dark secret passage appeared in front of us.Holding candles, we walked down the broken steps. The stone walls on all sides were covered with moss, and there was a rotten smell.

"Ah-ah..."

A mournful groan sounded out.I felt more comfortable listening to it than listening to five or six skilled court musicians playing Karuczeny's organ pieces.The mole ghost who was close to the prison visibly flinched, turned his head and stared straight at me and said, "It's just ahead, I can't go through it."

I nodded and tossed him a silver coin.The mole ghost slipped out like a mouse.I took a few steps, and Chichikov stayed behind, trying desperately to light his pipe in the damp tunnel.

I laughed, "What are you afraid of, Chichikov?"

"It's you, little bitch Lemon! Oh, the old little bitch is back!" The groan suddenly turned into a sharp cry, "I still remember what you looked like back then! A bitch is a cheap bastard!"

Chichikov stood where he was, staring at me, his pipe fingers stiff as iron.He is afraid.I tied the bone cutting knife back to my waist and smiled at him, "Don't worry, I won't kill you, I'm not as boring as you think."

With a sigh escaped from his throat, he followed me into the cell.As soon as I saw that guy, before he could speak ferociously, I immediately picked up a bucket of salt water at the door and threw it at him, making him scream!

Now in the cell is no longer a person, but a "pillar of flesh".Three years ago, I cut off his limbs and genitals, leaving only his torso and head, which were hung in the mid-air of the prison cell with iron chains and thin strings.Below the flesh column is a bucket of light red blood, which has been polluted for many years to a black red color like rotten water.There's my blood in there.I told the mole ghosts that once this guy is dying or goes into shock, let him drop the chain and let him fall into this barrel to soak for a while, so as to prolong his life for me to come back to torture him again and again in the future.

I picked up an iron rod, walked towards the hanging human pillar, grinned and said, "Hey, wizard, miss me?"

The sorcerer yelled in the piercing voice of an eunuch, "Hey, Lemon the bitch! A slut that is ridden by thousands of people... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

"Satan..."

Chichikov wrinkled the fine lines on his face and closed his eyes.I drew out the bloody iron rod, and the blood that dripped from the filth dripped onto my boots.I glanced at the wizard's fainted face, and poured the blood in the bucket on his head!

"Lymon, he will be killed by you." Chichikov reminded loudly.I threw away the bucket and sneered, "It doesn't matter, it won't be used anyway. Tell me what you saw, Chichikov?"

"You guessed it right, he is Elliott's subordinate, the mastermind behind the 'Mole' back then."

"What about the dragon? Has he ever learned how to control a dragon?"

"I can't see that." He stared into the wizard's dying face with that gray-blue eye, "but I saw something else. Like the spell he cast on Barbara, and the spell that Airon Where is the prince's body buried?"

love Rong.

The name flashed through my mind.I asked, "Where is he?"

"Outside the barren forest more than ten miles outside Huapai Town, where the crows are circling, you can see a stone tablet." He narrowed his eyes and said as if recalling, "It's pretty decent, isn't it?"

"It's very decent. But I want to know why you can't tell if this wizard can control dragons." I stared at him and said, "You said that your eye can see anything that happened in the past, why? Does it work against this wizard?"

Chichikov breathed out a puff of smoke, and only then did I understand why he had to hold that pipe. Through the smoke, the other party's expression could be blurred, and I thought the murderous intent I used to intimidate him had already been diluted.

"Prying into the past is not as simple as you think, Lemon, I can only see the memory of the other party. I don't know if this wizard has learned the dragon art, maybe he has learned it, but never used it; Second, he used it, but he forgot about it.”

I stared into his eyes, it was a signal. "I must know the relationship between this wizard and the dragon that devoured me back then. I believe you can handle everything, Chichikov."

"Of course, otherwise I would have died under your hands." He took a breath of cigarettes indifferently, "I still know the truth that Lemon Bone Spur doesn't accept miscellaneous people. Since I have people like you , of course you have to pay the price.”

I smiled gently, "Don't say that, Chichikov. You are my reliable companion."

"Really? You didn't know what to do. That wizard was tortured enough by you. He's passed out now, but he can't bear my persecution." Chichikov puffed out his cigarette, facing me, with an older look on his face. The disdain and disgust of those who read ignorant young people.I could smell the smoke from his mouth, as cold as his gray-blue eyes.

"I'll interrogate him tomorrow. Make him drink some of your blood before he dies tonight."

"Okay." I had no choice but to obediently agree, he snorted coldly, turned his head and walked out of the tunnel.Satan, I almost want to wring his stern neck.

****

I followed the route Chichikov said to the deserted woods farther outside Huapai Town.It's littered with trash, presumably discarded randomly when the town was founded.My brother is buried in this pile of garbage, among the flies and maggots, which perfectly interprets the excellence of his soul, which is really an eye-opener for the devil.

"Hey, Iron. Your dear brother, Lemon Sol, has come to see you."

I stepped on his stele, and the base shook.There is no writing on the stele, and it stands very shallow, and it can fall down with just a kick. Who would have thought that it was the tomb of the beloved son of the former emperor.

I kicked down the stone tablet, pulled out the shovel I had prepared from behind, and dug up one by one, probably not so hard to dig my own grave.Soon I saw the corner of the black coffin, and the rusty silver cross on the lid.I wiped the grit off the top, lifted the lid, and, as expected, I saw a pair of white bones tangled with spider silk.

There was almost nothing on the bone, and the words "Arrow" were engraved on the skull, telling the tomb robbers about the origin of the bone.A sea-blue crystal hangs around its neck, shimmering faintly against the stars, as if hiding a mysterious and vast galaxy.

I rushed to the flying insect near the skeleton, took its cold hand bone, and pressed it to the side of the face.I caressed my biological brother's skull lovingly, like stroking my favorite blunt knife, word by word, softly said, "Are you feeling lonely, Ai Rong? Father and queen are gone, teacher and attendant Not anymore. You said that I was weak and died of illness in bed sooner or later, but you are the one lying in the coffin now. Alas, only me, a heartless bastard, stays by your side, watching you shabby without blinking Ugly death. Why, Airon? Do you also want to ask this? Why is the humble and incompetent Lemon Sol alive, while the noble and excellent Airon Sol is dead? Why should he be trampled into the mud Prince Lemon is still alive, but Prince Airon, who should be lifted up to the sky, is dead? God is really unfair, isn't he? Airon, you are also very wronged, right?"

As I muttered to myself, the light in my eyes suddenly turned a ferocious red like blood.I grabbed Airon's skull and smashed it to pieces in the blink of an eye!I dragged out his headless bones, pulled out the bone-cutting knife, and slashed madly at the scattered skeletons, like chopping a pile of fleshy bones high up on a hill, chopping them up like broken glass, On dust and on my body.

"Airon, Airon! What a pity, I didn't take your life, at least let me chop your bones." I cried hysterically, "Do you know, Airon?! I chopped so many Bones, just for this moment—ah—just for this moment! Ah—Airon! My dear brother, I love you! I love you so much! None of them love you as much as I do, and no one finds you There is no one but me! Ai Rong, do you believe in my love? Then go to hell, until the eighteenth floor! Sooner or later we will meet in hell, promise me, when the time comes I love you and I will be your younger brother. I haven't repaid you one-tenth of your 'love' for me, so you can't leave me so early, my dear brother!"

After venting and yelling frantically, I felt a rush of heat from my trembling toes to my brain, and I was so happy that I almost fainted.I shot, aiming at Airon's broken bones.I fell limply in the coffin, breathing weakly, my mind gradually sobering up from the stench of corpses.The coffin is not only suitable for Ai Rong's size, but also for me, but I don't want to lock my future self in a cold coffin. If it is possible, let me be broken into bones and dust.It would be best to catch the eyes of any pretty girl and let her shed a physical tear for me, which sounds good.

— what a wonderful night.

If I hadn't seen the line of words engraved under the coffin lid, I might have expressed this emotion in the coffin.

"Dear Lemon,

I can see your eyes,

I can hear your voice.

I can see the anger in your eyes,

I can hear the cry on your lips.

i know you want to take your brother

Buried beneath this fairy-tale castle.

I will give you everything you want.

For you.forever.

my love.

killer

Eliot de Stewart"

The author has something to say: some foul language has been harmonized. .It feels a little bit worse, but it's just a migan period. .Hope you understand TT