Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 557 Night Watchman: All Monsters Deserve to Die? ! !
"Ahem..."

Raven twisted his neck, his eyes under the mask were cold and dark. He covered his mouth lightly and coughed twice, then let out a hoarse laugh.
"The long night is coming. I will start my watch from now on. I will eradicate the evil spirits and will not stop until I die. I dedicate my life to the night watchman. It will be like this tonight and every night, hehehe——"

Although Dong Ping did not understand the ancient oath of the night watchman, he still nodded in agreement:
"Yes, yes, yes! Your Excellency is right. Evil monsters should be killed without mercy."

The driver of the corpse recovery team felt his scalp tingling and cold sweat rolling down his temples, leaving large stains of sweat on his back.

The monster reminded the night watchman that the monster deserved death?

Shouldn't the monsters collectively give you a "good guy award"? ! !

Raven's chanting suddenly turned into a violent cough. He raised his hand to cover the breathing hole of the mask, and a bloody cough leaked out from between his fingers:

"You're right. Monsters are lurking among humans. The Night Watchmen have never guarded humans, but monsters. Haha, cough cough—"

Dong Ping looked up suddenly and found a frosty hand covering his mouth.

The extreme cold instantly flooded into his mouth, freezing his tongue into a lump of ice, which then expanded rapidly, and then expanded again...
“Hmm…Hmm…”

Dong Ping's mouth was forcibly stretched open, and his lower jaw made a cracking sound as it could not bear the weight.

The ice cubes grew bigger and bigger, eventually filling his mouth and stretching it until it was big enough to fit a face and his head.

A person's mouth cannot be bigger than his face.

If the face is bigger than the mouth, it means that the mouth is all that is left of the face.

The corpse-retriever driver looked at Dong Ping, who was lying on the ground, in horror. His entire head exploded with a loud bang, and a bloody mouth was revealed. It looked as if Dong Ping had bitten off his own head.

He has been in this business for more than ten years and has fished out many corpses and seen tens of thousands of ways of death, but Dong Ping's case is still somewhat challenging to his imagination.

The corpse retriever driver was sweating profusely and didn't even have time to calculate how much he had lost in this "pawn" transaction.

According to industry regulations, the pawning process should be:

1Recovering the bodies of those who died unjustly

2Sign a contract to lend your life
3. After their revenge, reclaim the "purified" body

4Recover the remaining lifespan with interest
But now.
"How much life did I borrow from Dong Ping? I think it was 10 days. After deducting the loss in the middle, that means I lost a full ten years of life?!!"

According to the principles passed down from generation to generation by our corpse-salvaging ancestors, lending one's life is against heaven's will.

For every day it is lent, one year of life is actually lost as "heavenly interest", that is to say,
The corpse-retriever driver touched his temples tremblingly, and his fingertips touched a sudden patch of white hair. In just a few seconds, he actually aged ten years!

"Damn it you're right, just don't talk in your next life."

He clenched his back teeth tightly, stared at Dong Ping's big mouth with bloodshot eyes, and cursed in his heart.

He was filled with resentment, but even though he was trembling with hatred, he still lowered his head and held his breath.

I was afraid that the Black King of Hell would react and there was a monster standing next to him.

Feng Yuhuai stared at Dong Ping's corpse, envious of the fact that he could die so quickly, unlike her who could not die no matter how hard she tried. At the same time, she was digesting the accusations made by him before his death.

Dad came back to life, so he must be a monster!
Brother, although I have suspected it several times, but after several attempts, it doesn’t seem like it. Is he slandering me or... Is my brother better at acting than me?
And my mother, is she a monster too? I have never doubted my mother. Is that reasonable?

The chain suddenly tightened, causing pain on her neck and cutting off Feng Yuhuai's tangled thoughts.

Raven tugged at the dog chain, stepped over the corpse, and walked out slowly, coughing:
"Go drive!" This was obviously an order to the driver of the corpse retriever. The latter shuddered and hurriedly nodded and bowed and ran out.

The fact that he survived had nothing to do with whether he was a monster or not, but because he was still needed to drive.

For the first time in his life, he loved his job as a taxi driver so much.

This truth taught him that as a monster, it was very important to master a professional skill. If he could really survive this time, he would definitely sign up for another class and learn another skill.

Study...

In a dark, distant corner.

The MC's white eyes trembled slightly, and gradually turned back to normal human eye color:

"The dog-skin plaster is finally gone."

The famous Night's Watch organization that can stop the crying of the dead is just a dog-skin plaster in the eyes of [Fate].

There is no other reason. Among the armed forces of the Upper City Council to crack down on [Destiny], the Night's Watch is far from the most powerful, but it is definitely the most hardworking death squad.

The God's Armed Forces, which are ranked above the Night Watch, or the more secretive [Arrancar] Mobile Team, their threat level is more than ten times higher than that of the Night Watch.

But precisely because of this, both the God's Armed Forces and the [Arrancar] Mobile Team have their own hidden agendas and do not put in enough effort.

Only the Night's Watch, although few in number, were truly willing to risk their lives against [fate]. As a natural result, the number of the Night's Watch was decreasing, and they became less and less trusted by the Parliament.

The beast also breathed a sigh of relief:
"These dog-skin plasters have very sharp noses. We are in a hidden state now and cannot be exposed.

Moreover, Red Dragonfly mentioned earlier that the organization has issued a secret order for the submerged [Destiny] team not to conflict with the Night Watch in the near future. Why is this? "

The master of ceremonies naturally knew about this secret order. Although he had no way of knowing the true considerations of the Thirteenth Seat, he had some guesses in his mind, so he explained:

"Perhaps it's because the time has come to devour the Night Watch in one bite?"

What he meant was that he wasn't moving his mouth now just so he could eat you up in the future.

Of course, the so-called "eat up" may mean annihilation, or it may mean assimilation, attraction, and recruitment.

Because [Night Watchmen] are the most willing to fight [Fate], they are more likely to be assimilated into their own people?

This kind of logic seems to go against common sense, and it is difficult for the beast's brain cells to figure out the twists and turns.

Seeing this, the host did not explain any further. The beast scratched his head in confusion and ultimately did not continue asking questions.

He just asked questions that interested him:
"Which faction of the Night's Watch are these from?"

The MC answered:

"Exhaling to turn into ice is extremely Yin-style."

The Master of Ceremonies knows the Night's Watch very well, or rather, [Destiny] knows the internal situation of the Night's Watch like the back of his hand.

Just like there are thirteen seats in [Destiny], each of which leads a part of the organization structure, the Night's Watch is also divided into three major factions:
Extreme Yin, extreme Yang, extreme speed.

"Breathing into ice" is the hallmark of the Ji Yin Sect, which comes from the fact that all members of the sect practice the "Nine Yin Bible";
"Breathing like fire" is the characteristic of the Ji Yang School, because its members specialize in the "Nine Yang Red Skill";
As for the Speed ​​Faction, it is neither ice nor fire, but "breathes like electricity", and its members practice the "Sunflower Taoist Canon".

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(End of this chapter)