Midnight Restaurant

Chapter 348 Seemingly back to normal
Now I have the memory of the executioner.

But I found a problem.

Although he is a demon, he has never been to hell... Just like the Punisher, although he is an angel, he has never been to heaven.

Hell and heaven are both strange to them, a home they have never returned to.

Therefore, I, who have the memory of the executioner, do not know what hell should look like.

But now, I feel like I'm about to know.Moreover, I will die here tragically, probably because I was eaten by an unknown number of big demons, or one of the seven demon kings fell from the sky, caught me, killed me, and finally ate me.

tragedy...

Just when I was thinking about these things in my mind, the Hongxuan Street where the proprietress and I were located began to get smaller and smaller, more and more nerdy.

Surrounded by endless hellfire.

The center is the two of us.

"Sister Lan, are you afraid of this fire?"

The proprietress shook her head.

I nodded.

She looked at me and asked, "Why do you ask that?"

"It's okay...as long as you don't get burned to death by this, anyway, Sister Lan is not a good person, even if she goes to hell, she can survive. How about it, Sister Lan, you have dug my quiet now, I guess I will I can’t escape, this is for you, maybe your wish will come true, although I don’t know what it is.”

I don't know why, maybe because of the baptism of the dark atmosphere of the executioner's soul memory, I, who was originally full of hope for everything, now become a character who is prepared to face tragedy and has a dark heart.

"Young man, are you sick? Don't worry, nothing will happen... Besides, have you ever seen what hell really looks like?"

I shook my head.

"Maybe it's nice."

The proprietress suddenly smiled mysteriously, I really don’t understand it now, but I found one thing, the hell fire has shrunk Hongxuan Street to only accommodate me and the proprietress, not an inch more!And the back of the proprietress has been burned by the raging hellfire!
Although she said she was fine, I instinctively reached out and planned to hug her: "Sister Lan! Be careful, your back..."

And at that moment, a human face suddenly appeared behind Sister Lan, the Punisher!
That one, Sister Lan, who was facing me, seemed to have eyes growing on her back. She turned around suddenly, and the flames on her back blocked my sight. Disappeared with that figure.

The next moment, the flames around me fell silent.

boom! !

A loud noise made my head go numb, my ears buzzed, and I couldn't hear the surrounding sounds at all.

But I could see clearly that everything in front of me was burnt clean by the fire of hell, as if I was also a part of it, but when the dust scattered and everything was quiet, I found that in my blurred vision, there actually appeared... The original appearance of Hongxuan Street.

It was as if nothing had happened, just me, slumped to the ground, powerless.

I felt that my eyelids were heavy, and I tried to open my eyes wide, but found that the strength was really not enough.

Finally, it's closed.

One, two, three... Open your eyes!I counted three times silently in my heart, I seemed to have strength again, I tried to open my eyes, everything in front of me finally gradually became real again, the same street, street lights, starry sky, nothing changed.

"...Damn it, what's the matter? Just the last time, what's the matter?" I gritted my teeth and stood up. Although my body was very uncomfortable, it may be because I inherited the power of the executioner. Although it was uncomfortable, the speed of recovery But very fast.

Within a minute, I felt like I was fine.

But what about Miss Lan?
"Sister Lan?!" I called out.

"...Stop shouting, boy." A woman's voice suddenly came from behind me, and I turned around to see that it was the proprietress!True, but she stood amidst ashes.

"what is that?"

I looked at the pile of ashes.

The proprietress also looked back, and with her usual indifferent smile, she said: "When he broke his own world, he made a small mistake. I seized the opportunity, so...these are the haunted houses of the executioners. The corpses of the dead, and the traces left after the gates of hell were about to be opened and closed."

Has everything been reduced to ashes?

I stared at the dust for a long time, when suddenly there was a gust of wind, and a feather flew up from the dust. Although the proprietress didn't look at it, she didn't even turn around, but she threw the fly in her hand and shot it behind her, stabbing steadily. into that feather.

Then, the feather reduced to the last ashes and dissipated.

"Is this... the end?" I looked at the proprietress.

At that moment just now, I was desperate, but now I know that I have not gone to hell, but I don’t have the joy of remaining alive after the catastrophe. It may be because of the memory of the executioner’s soul. I am also very curious about what hell looks like.

"End? Young man, are you too naive?" The proprietress moved her hand at this moment, and the small silver knife in the ashes flew back to her palm, and then walked to me: "You forgot, you are still a person with ten crimes, This identity will cause you hundreds of times more trouble than before."

When I heard this, my face was full of black lines.

No, Sister Lan, can't you let me have more fun for 2 minutes?Of course, me too, I actually forgot about it.

I looked around cautiously: "No, the gates of hell were opened just now, did some demons climb up?"

The proprietress smiled coldly at me: "It's so fast, and even if they come, they are still low-level little devils, so there is nothing to be afraid of... Well, don't think so much, get ready, we are going back to Ningnan."

Is this going?
Well, time to go too, problem solved.

So, I set off with my proprietress early the next morning and returned to Ningnan.

At that time, the proprietress did not go back to the residence directly, but came to my home.

It wasn't because I was injured during the angel incident, but because I gave the proprietress the last page of the record of eternal life that I found in the executioner's basement.

But even so, as long as she took that page and left, why did she have to go to my place?

The answer is this...

I don't know if it's because the handwriting on the last page is unclear, or because of some other reason. The proprietress said that it's the last page that she hasn't seen through in the past few years.

And when I heard what the proprietress said, and because I saw these characters, I thought of the weird words on the Chunyang Talisman. Use my blood to trace words on this, what will happen?"

After I finished speaking, I regretted it.

Because the proprietress looked at me at that time, as if she had found something delicious.

"Hey, hey, it's not Sister Lan, don't look at me like that, I promised to give you blood..."

At this moment, in the living room of my house, the landlady is holding my hand desperately.

"No, your blood has been drained for too long, it's not fresh, you need to use new blood." Saying that, the proprietress took out a small silver knife and was about to cut my finger.

At that time, my face was full of black lines: "Stop, stop, stop...don't use your knife, scratch me to death again, I will do it myself, you wait for me to go to the kitchen to get the kitchen knife."

So, I walked to the kitchen helplessly and took our kitchen knife.

When I got back to the bedroom, I asked the proprietress, what was recorded on the last page?Is it sorcery too?The proprietress has studied the record of eternal life for so many years, but she doesn't want to live forever, so what exactly is she studying?

The proprietress simply explained to me at this time: "...Who said that the record of eternal life can only make people live forever? Of course, to be honest, I feel that what I have been researching all the time seems to be the ultimate immortality of this record of eternal life. But those are not important, don’t you want to know what is recorded on this last page? Let me tell you, it records something related to my collection of souls for so long.”

Hearing this, I looked at the proprietress curiously: "What's the matter?"

While asking questions, I used my own blood to write on the last page of the Record of Eternal Life.

At this time, the proprietress said slowly in her faint and indifferent voice: "I have never known what the last soul, the last emotion is...and this last page may be a reminder of everything."

"Hey? Really?" I don't know why at that moment, I felt a little uncomfortable. How should I put it, the proprietress always said, after collecting everything, she will leave when I can use my special ability in both eyes.

Now if we find the last suitable soul, will we be closer to the proprietress?
At the time, I was struggling with this matter.

But I didn't expect that something happened immediately that made me even more entangled.

I finished tracing the last page of the Eternal Life Record. The moment I finished tracing, I felt my coffee table vibrate. The next moment, the page flew up. The proprietress stood up at that moment. I saw the excitement in her eyes. .

Then, a miraculous scene happened.

All the words on that page of Eternal Life Records floated up like pure yang talismans, bypassing my body and the proprietress, our eyes moved with those words, and finally, all the words converged in front of me and the proprietress, They were broken... At that moment, the proprietress frowned, a little disappointed, because not only her, but I also didn't understand what these words were flying around.

But the next moment, all the fragments of the broken characters suddenly floated up again, and reassembled right in front of me and the proprietress!

In the end, from a bunch of characters that we didn't recognize, we pieced together four modern men...

It was just the moment I saw those four words, I was stunned.

Those four words are - people with ten crimes!
"I'll go...don't I?" At that moment, I couldn't describe my mood.

The proprietress was also stunned: "...a person with ten crimes?"

"That's right, it's me... Pooh! How could it be me?"

I stomped my feet vigorously, and at that moment, the handwriting in mid-air suddenly scattered like waves hitting sand sculptures, and the proprietress stretched out her hand, as if trying to save those handwriting, but halfway through, she withdrew her hand and took it. When she got down, she moved her gaze to my face, and then kept staring.

"No...it's not what are you looking at me for?" My face was covered with black lines.

(End of this chapter)