The Swordsman of the Grim Reaper

Chapter 368 The boy who slaughtered the dragon turned into a dragon

June [-]th.

six o'clock in the morning.

Ding ding ding, the church bell rang, and the breeze floated into the window.

Shiraishi woke up from a deep sleep, and said that the beds that Aizen had arranged for the residents were really comfortable, just right soft, like a girl's warm embrace, making people unable to get tired.

He didn't get up, and reached out to pick up the mirror on the bedside table to take a picture. The makeup on his face remained unchanged, and he looked like an old man with vicissitudes, but his eyes were different.

Luko's eyes were as dead as water, and his eyes were bright and clear, shining with light.

However, an ordinary person basically doesn't have to worry about being exposed to such trivial matters, and no one will look so carefully at all.

Baishi put it back, heard the doorbell below, did not stay in bed, got up, changed into a black and white outfit from the closet, and ran to the first floor.

The houses that God's Realm gave out for free were worth at least tens of millions in the era he hadn't traveled through, not counting the furniture and murals that didn't look cheap.

Aizen's administration in this area still has advantages that can be boasted, but the disadvantages are too great. He doesn't treat people as people at all, and only wants to build his ideal perfect world.

The second is such a good welfare, so people can't sleep in late, so the welfare is useless.

Baishi complained in his heart, and stretched out his hand to open the door.

Tang Guanyinsi stood outside in a suit, with dreadlocks tied up, urging: "Luke, let's go to the cafeteria, we won't have breakfast if we're late."

"Okay, Tang." Baishi imitated Luko's tone, said something briefly, followed his footsteps and left.

The street outside is very spacious and clean, and the houses on both sides are in a uniform western style, made of brick, stone and wood, without a modern atmosphere.

However, there is electricity inside, and the street lamps and utility poles outside show modern technology.

People's clothes are also modern clothes, what T-shirts, long sleeves, trousers, suits and so on.

Shiraishi looked up at the church, which was the center of all intersections.

As long as you stand on the road, you can directly see the church surrounded by the river.

Both sides of the huge door were covered with layers of statues. When he looked closely, he found that those statues were actually acquaintances.

The collapsed jade form of the Ten Blades, Ichimaru Gin, Michihane Aura, Nirvana Yuri, Nirvana Yume, Kira Izuru, Hisagi Shuhei, layer by layer, the stone statues finally closed at the top of the arch, protruding a Huge statue bound to a cross.

That is blue dye.

These statues give the church facade an epic look.

This kind of huge building that goes against science can only be done in a world with extraordinary power.

Baishi lamented Lan Ran's generosity in his heart, his eyes swept across the people on the street, and unexpectedly found that the whole street was full of men.

What about women?
Baishi's face was full of doubts, because there were too many people around him, he could only suppress his puzzlement.

Follow the Tang Guanyin Temple to the cafeteria, which is close to the ring square of the church, and there are trays at the entrance.

Baishi reached for one, the inside was very spacious, with as many as twenty windows, and people lined up orderly to get their own breakfast, all of which were exactly the same.

Burgers with rich ingredients, plus burritos, you can choose what you want to drink in the drink area.

Baishi took a bottle of orange juice, broke the tab, and Gululu took a big sip. The cold orange juice was really made by stirring oranges, and the pulp was rich.

"Luke." Tang Guanyin Temple called out, and said angrily, "You bastard, did you forget what to do?"

Baishi was taken aback for a moment, realizing that the people around him were all looking at him with stern eyes, only Tang Guanyin Temple reprimanded him, so they didn't attack him.

He hastily put down the orange juice in his hand, clasped his hands together and said, "Thanks to the great God for giving us food."

After saying this, the eyes of the surroundings moved away from him, and he secretly heaved a sigh of relief. If he didn't pay attention, he would forget that there was still such a problem with eating.

Shiraishi grabbed the hamburger with his hands and bit down.

The bread is soft and refreshing, with grilled beef patties, two slices of pineapple, bacon, cheese and lettuce.

He really wanted to call it delicious, but the people around him were silent, even chewing quietly, as if he was afraid that if he ate too much, he would scare away the burger in his hand.

The atmosphere is too depressing, which dilutes the joy brought by the food.

Baishi silently finished his hamburger, burrito, and orange juice, followed the footsteps of Tang Guanyin Temple, and went to the sink to wash the trays and plates.

Burgers and wraps go in the trash, and orange juice bottles have a recycling bin.

After finishing these, he left the cafeteria, the sound of the world resumed, and the sound of people talking.

He asked in a low voice, "Is it so depressing to eat every day?"

"Well, you are not allowed to talk while eating, you can only be silent, thank God for the gift."

Tang Guanyin Temple replied in a low voice, and complained: "I didn't have it when I was a child. It's just that a priest said so, and the people behind imitated it and formed a custom."

"It's ironic," Shiraishi muttered. Once upon a time, Aizen, who hated bureaucracy, turned into the boss of bureaucracy.

The boy who slayed the dragon turned into a dragon, so there must be another way of saying it.

The bells of the church rang, the summer sun fell from the sky, the river sparkled, and the bridges erected were full of people advancing in an orderly manner.

The sacred and solemn church stands in front.

Dense crowds poured into the 69-meter-high gate, and the interior was so spacious that no matter how people walked inside, it seemed empty.

How many thousands of people does this hold?

Baishi looked around, unable to count at all, only knew that there were still people queuing up behind him.

By eight o'clock, the crowd had assembled.

Under the huge Aizen statue, a priest in white clothes came to the stage and said into the microphone: "Everyone, we have ushered in a new day, please let us offer our most loyal greetings to the great god, Pray for 10 minutes, amen."

"Amen."

Everyone answered in unison, and the sound shook in the church, followed by a moment of silence.

Baishi imitated others, put his hands together and lowered his head.

"10 minutes is up, please stop praying, under the gift of the great God, we must try our best to be a useful human being and give full play to the value that human beings should have."

The priest chattered some nonsense, then pressed the button on the stage, and a screen was projected over the church, divided into twenty areas, densely packed with names on it.

"Everyone's work today has been assigned above, please find the corresponding work."

The priest said, and said: "Now I will read it myself, and I am qualified to go to the temple of the gods and directly serve the existence of the gods.

First place, Luco Flamekiel.The second place is Master Soma, the third place is Carl Baker..."

The person whose name was read had to take the initiative to move forward. Baishi didn't delay and walked up immediately.

The eyes cast from all around are full of envy.

Baishi thought, if these people understand what it means to look up, they probably won't show such envious expressions.

　ps: It turns out that it has been three months since it was put on the shelves, and it is no longer a newcomer, and there is one less list to be on the list.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)