People who are interested in comics will never die in the Shura field

Originally, Po Jiang thought that this kind of trash would definitely die in the chaos.

Surprisingly, he was alive and kicking. Not only that, but he was also followed by a large group of people who were moving a huge machine, the very machine that brought people back to life.

"What...what are you going to do? Where are you planning to take this machine? Do you know how much trouble this machine has caused? Put it down right now!"

"Bo-chan looked at Viscount Dolite warily."

"My dear little bird, you wouldn't be interested in this, would you? But unfortunately, I can't give it to you. I've already mastered the control of the instrument, and I've mastered the art of resurrection."

"With this technology, I am the rising star of tomorrow. Mortals, submit!" Viscount Dolite reached up and tossed his hair.

Yamabuki Hanaichi turned to the crowd and asked, "Can I just smash him to death with one hammer blow?"

"Please restrain yourself a little. Our ultimate goal is to find out the principle behind bringing people back to life. If he can really control this device completely, he will still be of some use to us."

"I'll add another cake for you later." Sebastian gently rubbed his temples.

Suddenly, Bo-chan saw someone walk out from the crowd.

Upon seeing this person, Bo-chan's expression turned extremely serious: "Funeral parlor? What's he doing here?"

To Po Jiang, this is a very mysterious person. He seems to know a lot of things, but he always keeps his secrets and never says anything.

"Who are you?" Grell stared coldly at the strange man.

"This humble one? This humble one is just an ordinary person, making a living by selling coffins. Now the ship is about to sink, and I was just trying to escape, but this nobleman grabbed me and made me a laborer."

"Bring one of these machines." The funeral home staff looked at everyone with a grin, seemingly unconcerned about what was happening before them.

The ship began to rock violently, and it wouldn't be long before it sank.

Viscount Dolite led everyone into the spacious hall.

Because of the noise they were making, more and more zombies were gathering here.

Dr. Ryan was also mixed in with Viscount Dolit's group.

Not only that, Ronaldo also found his way here.

"Senior!" Ronaldo immediately came to Greal's side.

Viscount Dolite was already immersed in his own greatness. Now he could not only control the living, but also completely control the dead. He was simply too perfect.

The sound of shattering glass echoed from all around, and the zombies stretched out their arms, trying to rush in.

Viscount Dolite struck a pose like a phoenix: "Gentlemen, submit to me," he said, "If I press this button, the actions of the Sanghu can be completely stopped."

"I'd rather die than do that!" Po Jiang gritted her teeth, having already done this incredibly embarrassing pose when she joined the group.

He made up his mind then and there that he would never do it again in his life.

Wanfang never expected that she would be forced to do the same pose again, which was extremely humiliating.

Turning around, I saw that both Grim Reapers, Sebastian and Funeral Parlor, and Yamabuki Hanajin were already in the exact same pose.

"You...don't you have any shame?!" Po Jiang looked terrified.

If he had paid a closer look, he would have noticed the common thread: all those posing in this way... are not human.

Chapter 1230 (Main Text 1232) The Funeral Parlor's Conspiracy

Viscount Dolite seemed to have already seen his life reach its peak.

He spread his arms and imagined himself as the god of this world, in control of endless life and endless death.

“Since you are so devout, then I will press this button to completely halt the activities of the mourners. Offer your respects to your gods!” Viscount Dolit reached out and pressed the button on the machine.

The machine made a strange noise when the button was pressed.

In an instant, the whole world fell silent.

You could hear a pin drop clearly.

Bo-chan listened to her own heavy breathing and asked softly, "Have the zombies all stopped moving?"

Suddenly, a blood-covered hand reached out from behind and grabbed Bo-chan.

As if by some strange signal, all the deceased acted simultaneously, but the strange machine had no effect whatsoever.

The first to break down wasn't Viscount Dolit, but Dr. Ryan, who immediately turned to the funeral parlor: "What happened? What exactly happened? Didn't you tell me before?"

"Really? The zombies' actions will stop as soon as I press the button? Why are you lying to me?"

Sebastian acted swiftly, instantly saving Po-chan.

At the same time, everyone's eyes were fixed on the funeral home.

"Oh dear, oh dear, I've been exposed." The funeral director covered his mouth with his long sleeve.

"Funeral Parlor? Are you the mastermind behind all of this? What are your motives?" Po-chan was being carried in Sebastian's arms in a princess carry, yet she didn't forget to question Funeral Parlor.

Company.

The funeral home staff member chuckled as they picked up a young female zombie and began to dance with her.

"My purpose? What purpose could I possibly have? I'm simply curious. Do you know what a 'revolving lantern' is? It's when a person dies, everything they experienced flashes before their eyes."

The previous process. This implies that the revolving lantern will stop after death. However... The funeral home staff member very gently looked at the deceased in their hands: "If after death... we forcibly continue the revolving lantern..."

What will it be like?

Grell seemed to have thought of something, and swung his chainsaw, hacking directly at a zombie. A series of flashing lights appeared on the zombie's body.

The initial slideshow was normal; it consisted of the person's life story, family, friends, education, and life events from birth to death.

But the moment this person died, a comical and grotesque face appeared in the revolving lantern—it was the funeral home.

"What's the point of you doing this?" Grell looked at the funeral home, puzzled.

"It's meaningless. I already said, I was just curious. The result... as long as the revolving lantern keeps going, even if the body is alive, their souls have already left the body."

In their quest to find souls, they relentlessly pounce on the living, even if the soul they find isn't their own. Isn't that interesting? The funeral parlor laughed.

Greal and Ronaldo were furious.

Just because of your little bit of curiosity, do you know how many overtime hours we have to work?

"You've offended Death itself! And..."

"I offended two people at the same time."

Sebastian casually placed Bo-chan in Yamabuki Hanajin's hand: "Could you please look after the young master for me? I'll be right back."

As he spoke, Sebastian pulled out several kitchen knives from his pocket and rushed forward instantly.

The funeral home remained completely calm in the face of the three people rushing towards them.

With a flick of his robe, a row of wooden sticks pierced the ground.

These wooden sticks are shaped like those used for fortune telling, only much longer, about a meter long when held in your hand.

Greer's chainsaw and Ronaldo's lawnmower came down at the same time.

Theoretically, the Grim Reaper's scythe can cut through anything, but Funeral Parlor simply raised the wooden stick in their hand and easily blocked the attack of two Grim Reaper's scythes.

"Impossible! Nothing in this world can stop the Grim Reaper's scythe..." Grell exclaimed in shock.

Sebastian stared expressionlessly at the funeral parlor: "No, the Grim Reaper's scythe can cut through everything in this world, but there's one prerequisite: there must be no other Grim Reaper's scythes present."

Knife.

Upon hearing Sebastian's words, both Greal and Ronaldo's eyes flashed with terror.

The answer is ready to come out.

In this world, only the Grim Reaper's scythe can stop it, and only the Grim Reaper can possess it.

"As expected of Sebastian, you recognized my identity at a glance." Funeral Parlor gently tossed his hair back, revealing a pair of beautiful yellow-green eyes.

This is the eye color that only the Grim Reaper possesses.

"I'm considered a senior member of the Grim Reapers, haven't you heard of me?" The Funeral Parlor chuckled as they addressed their juniors.

Ronaldo stared nervously at the Funeral Parlor: "But according to the rules of Death, the Grim Reaper's scythe is confiscated after Death retires. Why are you allowed to show the Grim Reaper's scythe?"

"Young man, rules are rules, whether you follow them or not is another matter. Besides, I went to great lengths to bring out the Grim Reaper's scythe." The funeral director gripped the wooden skewer in his hands lightly.

With a gentle tug, an ordinary wooden coin instantly transforms into a giant scythe, beautiful and ornate, exuding immense pressure simply by looking at it.

The next second, the four of them stood together in a tight group.

But this is not a simple three against one; the four people are divided into three camps.

The Funeral Parlor is in one camp, Sebastian is in another, and the other two Grim Reapers are in another.

The three of them would occasionally team up to attack the funeral parlor, and sometimes one of them would split up to attack Sebastian.

Sebastian was the same; his opponent was Death, and everyone was an enemy. Sebastian launched an indiscriminate attack, sending various utensils flying everywhere.

The funeral home staff even used the properties of their Grim Reaper scythes to launch a wide-range attack.

"Is this all the strength the three of you combined are? Sebastian, I feel like you're a bit overrated. And you two, you've completely disgraced Death." —Funeral

She sighed and looked disappointed in him.

Greal and Ronaldo gritted their teeth, but there was nothing they could do; the difference in their abilities was simply too great.

The funeral home treated the two of them like children; only Sebastian posed a slight threat to them.

The funeral home had just finished making its harsh remarks when it suddenly felt a shadow looming over it from behind.

The funeral home staff immediately realized something was wrong and turned around, only to see Yamabuki Hana wielding a warhammer and smashing it down.

The funeral home staff immediately raised the Grim Reaper's scythe, but his body was still slammed into the deck from mid-air by the immense force.

"Cough cough cough! That's terrifying brute strength. For a girl... that's unacceptable!" Funeral Parlor looked at Yamabuki Hanajin with a grin.

But what awaited him was a massive warhammer.

The funeral home immediately dropped its joking attitude; finally, a tough character had arrived.

The warhammer and the scythe clashed, sparks flying.

They were evenly matched in a short period of time!

Chapter 1231 (Main Text 1233) Titanic?

"I am very curious, who exactly are you? Why did you suddenly appear in this world, and then inexplicably disappear? Could you give me a hint?" (Funeral)

While fending off the fierce onslaught of the mountain blossoms, the society asked questions.

"Of course! Do you know what another world is?" Yamabuki Hanaran cut to the chase. "My main focus is on realism. I never talk to anyone. I come from another world."

I'm from another time, believe it or not.

"Sorry, I never heard of this word when I was a child."

"You can think of it as other worlds. There are many such things, and I can travel back and forth between these worlds." Yamabuki Hanaren explained what "other worlds" meant while...

He smashed it with a hammer.

Although they were talking the whole time, they didn't stop working at all.

"So that's how it is. No wonder you come and go without a trace; you're a visitor from another world. Do other worlds also have Grim Reapers?" The Funeral Parlor swung his Grim Reaper's scythe, specifically targeting...

They launched an attack on the vital points where the mountain was covered in flowers.

Yamabuki Hanaichi swung her warhammer, deflecting all the attacks: "Of course there are, but the Grim Reapers there don't wear scythes, but rather something called..."

The Zanpakuto is a tool used to purify the soul.

"I'd really like to see it if I had the chance."

"I believe you can see it."

"Well, that's about right," the funeral home suddenly said something very strange.

Yamabuki Hanajin didn't understand what the other person meant by that sentence. Suddenly, Funeral Parlor grabbed the table next to them and threw it at her.

Then he flipped over and jumped directly to the second floor.

Everyone thought the funeral parlor was about to run away, but to everyone's surprise, the funeral parlor actually reached out and grabbed Bo-chan.

Sebastian looked like he had a headache.

"Bo-chan, it seems getting caught is the only thing you're good at."

The funeral director smiled at everyone: "You all know my purpose, but I have no intention of surrendering. Your Excellency, please give me a ride."