Chapter 1594: Chapter 1594: Blade
The town is at the Northern Border.
Frozen all year round.
No one knows when the last ti the town saw spring blossom.
Here, everything is covered by ice and snow, with the permafrost being incredibly tough.
Yet people have always believed in being laid to rest in the earth.
If not buried in the ground, it always feels like disappointing the ancestors.
In the town, a few hundred years ago, ice coffins were prevalent.
After soone died, they would be placed in a coffin made of ice, covered with a layer of thick snow.
Then water was poured on it.
Thus, even a gale could hardly flip the coffin.
But ice would gradually subli.
Every New Year, each household would co to the cetery to pour ice and bury snow again.
So ownerless ice coffins would gradually reveal the corpse inside under the scorching sun and with the passage of ti.
And these beca the food for the ice field wolves.
Until…
Three hundred years ago.
In a coastal province, a man invented excavator technology.
And brought the excavator technology to the town.
The permafrost, frozen for countless years, was finally dug open.
And the townspeople experienced true burial for the first ti.
At this mont.
The town’s cetery.
Inside a building with the plaque of the Northern Funerary Alliance Association.
Sits a group of people.
In the center is Devlin.
Beside Devlin are several town Martial Artists and Undead Tribe warriors.
“Chairman Sorset, why is your Martial Arts Association eting here at our funeral ho?” A middle-aged man in white clothes hurriedly approached Vinnie Sorset with a hint of dissatisfaction: “And without even informing us?”
“Chairman Horre Jackson, things were rushed, my apologies.” Vinnie Sorset greeted the man in white with a smile: “Please accommodate us.”
“Heh, rushed?” Horre Jackson snorted, eyes filled with displeasure: “Chairman Sorset is indeed bold! What, you believe in your immortality, so you disregard , Mr. Horre? Don’t forget, your Sorset ancestors are still buried in this cetery!”
The man’s na was Horre Jackson.
The chairman of the Northern Funerary Alliance Association and the top manager of this cetery.
The town causing this undead chaos is no good news for them.
Funeral fees have always been a significant source of inco for the alliance. If everyone becos undead, where will they charge fees?
Instant unemploynt!
This ti, Vinnie Sorset not informing them in advance and directly occupying their hall made Horre Jackson furious.
“What are you talking about?” Vinnie Sorset hastily took out a paper from his pocket and stuffed it into Horre Jackson’s hand. “There really was a cause, no ti to inform. Please don’t take it to heart, our ancestors totally rely on your care.”
Horre Jackson took the paper, seeing three thousand taels of gold written on it, imdiately bead with joy. “Old Vinnie, what are you saying! Serving the public is what I, Horre, should do. Just inform next ti, no need to make such a fuss; I thought soone in your family died.”
Vinnie Sorset’s expression slightly changed, but he remained amiable: “Chairman Horre Jackson, you’re joking.”
“Forget it!” Horre Jackson put the paper in his pocket and turned to leave.
After he left, Vinnie Sorset’s face turned sinister: “Old fool, I’ll deal with you sooner or later!”
They say respect the dead, once I take over the cetery in the future, I won’t worry about my ancestors’ graves being disturbed.
By then, I can also deal with this bunch of bastards.
“How much longer until the agreed ti?” Devlin slowly opened his eyes, glanced at his watch, and murmured: “Ten more minutes.”
“Mr. Devlin, our ssenger hasn’t returned yet. Do you think the other side might…” A worried Undead Tribe man asked beside him.
“Return?” Devlin turned his head, smiled: “What are you thinking? Delivering a ssage to the Lord, and still hoping to co back alive? That mission is dood to be a one-way trip.”
Hearing this, the Undead Tribe man’s back went cold.
They can die too!
And die so easily.
The original sharpness of the Undead Tribe has been blunted by Julius Reed.
“That was the forr Lord. The current Lord is Cold Nelson…”
“Him? Not worthy.” Before the Undead Tribe man could finish, Devlin interrupted: “What is Cold Nelson compared to the Lord? You and Lin Zhan are both Undead Tribe, can you say you two are the sa?”
“This…”
The Undead Tribe man was montarily speechless.
“Mr. Devlin, they are here!” At this mont, a town Martial Artist walked in from outside.
“Good!”
Devlin imdiately stood up straight, glanced at the tied-up Kyler Reed: “Don’t slip up!”
“Understood.” Kyler Reed nodded, pretending to be unconscious.
As long as he doesn’t move, he cannot expose himself.
“Everyone, get ready!” Devlin scanned the room, placing his hand under the table on the Break Sky Knife.
A minute later.
The door was pushed open.
Two n walked in shoulder to shoulder.
Julius Reed wore a trench coat, a felt hat, carrying a black cloth bag.
Elaenor Wood was in white, with white hair, holding a white paper fan.
A chill swept across!
“Lord, long ti no see!” Devlin stood up, a smile in his voice.
But whether or not there was a smile under the mask on that face, no one knew.
“But I don’t want to see you at all.” Julius Reed smiled, pointed at Devlin, looked around, pushed away a town Martial Artist, seized a chair, and sat down.
“Then that’s not up to you!” Devlin instinctively stepped back a bit, realizing he looked sowhat timid, lightly coughed.
The deep-seated fear of hundreds of years had already etched into his bones.
Even now, Devlin believed he had the strength to contend with the Lord, he still felt sowhat insecure.
“What are you afraid of? Afraid I’ll kill you? Or afraid of the person behind ?” Julius Reed leaned back in the chair, crossing his legs, teased: “How rare! Our Mr. Devlin is willing to show his face. Seems even the sewer rats aren’t afraid of the sun one day.”
Elaenor Wood shrugged.
Though she indeed wanted to kill Devlin.
“Lord, let’s not waste words. I’m not here to banter with you today. So, did you bring the thing?” Devlin kept a safe distance.
At least, a dozen knives and throwing boxes behind him, all aid at ‘Quella Radcliffe.’
If Kyler Reed is exposed, Devlin is dood to die!
But there’s no choice.
This is for the Break Sky Knife!
For the most important part of his hegemony!
Devlin chose to risk his life!
“I brought it. But how can I be sure this Quella Radcliffe is real?” Julius Reed coldly said: “You and I both know, Kyler Reed is by your side.”
finishing these words, Devlin’s pupils contracted sharply!
Fortunately, wearing a mask, no one could see his eyes.
And behind Devlin, Kyler Reed was equally afraid, but his identity as an assassin left him no choice but inaction.
“You have no choice.” Devlin reached out his hand: “The knife.”
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