Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

The suction cups appeared one by one, like a newborn baby's lips, or a new wound that has not yet healed. The dense particles are like a tumor, and the other half of the silver is no longer deep red.

It is still beating more actively.

That black and silver heart.

Chapter 77 Souls

Making mummies and calling souls were not difficult for Imhotep. After Nagini took off the fan in her hair and cast two "clean up" spells, she didn't even need to clean the room.

"Why don't you use it when you wipe your feet..." While grinding the internal organs into powder, Imhotep muttered quietly, his words full of resentment. "Scheming python..."

Arrietty and Ansuna looked at each other and said teasingly, "You are asking this even though you already know the answer, Mr. Serious."

"You just watch..."

Ansuna leaned on the sofa and spoke lazily to Arrietty: "The witch's happy moment is also Nagini's happy moment. If you dared to interrupt at that time."

"I'll probably be mummified by the witch."

“It’s not like I haven’t done it before…” He was still muttering.

"Why do I feel like you have the virtue of an old father?" Ansuna was puzzled by Imhotep's reaction: Logically speaking, shouldn't she direct her malice towards Mori Yuesha who did not reflect on her murder?

In the perception of Imhotep, who was once a human, this should be the case, right?

Why is it that her husband, contrary to his usual behavior, is full of resentment towards Nagini, and has been muttering non-stop since just now, saying things like "blasphemy", "shamelessness", "hasty decision", and "touching her feet is a crime punishable by death"...

What is 'the tongue is even worse'?

The 1.9-meter-tall strong man was like a child who saved up enough money to buy a popsicle but dropped it, feeling so unwilling to accept it.

Alas, raise her as a daughter, my love.

Imhotep was quick and nimble, but he smiled bitterly: "She became crooked after only a few days of care..."

Whether it is crooked or not, that is what Immorton thinks. Ansuna and Arrietty can understand Mori Yuesha's logic - or rather, Mori Yuesha's logic has never changed.

It's just that some old father worried so much that he deceived himself.

"That's her closest relative." Sigh.

"You also know it's 'hers'?" Ansuna said bluntly, "I thought it was yours."

Imhotep: ...

Arrietty: Hahahahaha!

However, this is fine.

"More creatures will join in the future." Arrietty played with Ansuna's black hair and said thoughtfully: "If Her Majesty the Queen and I represent 'evil', we must need servants like Imhotep who uphold 'good'. Well, maybe the next one to join will also be a human?"

Imhotep: No, I don't think there is anyone in their right mind who would join.

"You're normal, you're normal, you're normal?" Hearing him openly and covertly expressing his dissatisfaction with Mori Yuesha, Ansuna got angry. She sat up suddenly and stared at the back of the man's shiny head: "Isn't it time for you to kill the Pharaoh? Why didn't you think about our Pharaoh's lonely daughter at that time?"

"Then, after three thousand years of sleep, the resurrection will cover the city of Cairo with yellow sand."

"You are so reasonable, Mr. Imhotep."

Imhotep: ...

The aggrieved bald man was wearing an apron and fiddling with the bottles and jars in his hands.

She is in a special period, I endure, endure, endure, endure...

Arrietty did not even bother to laugh at him.

Special period? Imhotep has been using this reason to comfort himself for a long time. Is Ansuna a vampire? The special period lasted for two or three months.

A pair of old antiques who can’t get enough of showing their affection.

Rolling his eyes, the little fairy slid down Ansuna's black silk hair onto the carpet. "We'll start summoning spirits soon. Her Majesty is having fun in her bedroom. She's looking forward to these new decorations."

He went away skipping and beating.

Imhotep suddenly stopped what he was doing.

"Ansuna." The man's voice suddenly became heavy and hoarse. He had been trying hard to keep his expression unchanged until now, but he finally couldn't pretend anymore.

The beloved woman did not respond to him.

She knew that Imhotep didn't need any comfort right now.

He is simply...

Just fear.

The glassware and stainless steel spoon collided, making a clanking sound. The man supported himself on the table with both hands, veins popping out on the back of his hands, and he was breathing heavily.

"Apep..."

"The way she makes me feel."

"Like a Chaos Serpent..."

"Mori Yuesha, what on earth is that..." As a servant, this sentence was a bit disrespectful.

Ansuna walked down barefoot, walked silently behind the man, and hugged him gently.

"Imorton."

"Apep...Apep...Chaos Serpent..."

"Chaos Serpent... Apep... Darkness... Death Curse... Destruction..."

"chaos--"

"Imorton." The woman put her face on his broad back and put her arms around his waist: "Imorton, it doesn't matter what she is."

"She's just Mori Tsukisa."

"Our witch lady, you saved our people." The gentle and beautiful female voice soothed the uneasy man and called for his reason. She knew that three thousand years ago, the high priest Imhotep, who was still in a high position and led the oracle forward, had briefly heard the whispers of the sun god and the chaos serpent.

Since then, the horror of the gods has been deeply imprinted in his mind.

"Don't worry, we will always be together." Ansuna rubbed her face against the man: "Our witch is definitely not ordinary..."

I wish she was just an ordinary person.

The man sighed helplessly and had to continue fiddling with the bottles and jars in his hands.

In fact, none of the servants, including Imhotep, really cared about the people who died: whether it was the kind-hearted grandmother Alia, Agatsuma Yuno who had an unspeakable love for Mori Tsukisa, the ignorant Eriri, the immature Miko Oishi, and other children...

Is it important?

They were only worried about Mori Tsukisa. If the master could find her true self and live in a reasonable, self-consistent and - happy way, the servants would not care who she killed.

A happy life without worries is the only thing all the servants ask of Mori Yuesha.

This is also the reason why Arrietty gradually began to hate 'Source'.

This guy who used words to intimidate and deceive Mori Yuesha - anyone who knows a little about him knows one thing: the more cold-blooded and indifferent the immortals are, the more they close themselves off; similarly, they will also be more careful and cautious in selecting creatures to open their hearts to.

These creatures are particularly important to them.

In Arrietty's opinion, using these "creatures" favored by Mori Yuesha as a "joke" forced her Majesty the Queen to choose another path of "eternal companionship".

That's a bit too bad.

if it is possible.

Arrietty's sunny face was hidden in the shadow of her long, flowing hair.

As the queen grows, there will always be opportunities in the future.

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What does the soul look like?

do not know.

But a soul that is in pain, wailing all the time, losing its mind, having no memory, and having confused thinking is probably like this in the bottle.

A ball of black thread floated in a transparent, high-strength glass sealed bottle. A few wisps of light mist swirled around, and the thread stretched out thin threads, carefully exploring the situation inside the bottle.

Of course, static is always more elegant than dynamic.

If you try to get close to it, tap the glass bottle gently with your fingernails -

Then you will hear a sharp and sickening wailing sound.

'Kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me -'

The painful emotion filled the entire ball of thread, and it could no longer hold anything else. Every second of movement, invisible energy was burning them, sizzling and burning the fragile ball.

They have no memory, no reason, they just want to smash the glass bottle crazily, and destroy themselves.

End the pain.

"So beautiful..." Mori Yuesha stared at the screaming ball of thread, with approval in her beautiful eyes: "Great! Immorton!"

Imhotep hesitated to speak, the souls all look similar, you really...

"I know, this is Meiko's soul." The girl shook the bottle, letting the black thread bump around inside. She held the bottom of the bottle to her ear and listened for a while: "She said she wanted to eat ice cream."

No, that's impossible?!

This is indeed the soul of that little girl.

How did she tell?

Imhotep looked surprised.

The man did summon the souls in separate packages with a purpose, and he could tell their identities through the "small mark" on the bottle. But how did Mori Yuesha know that?

In a standard sealed bottle, each soul looks almost the same.

Also wailing.

"Hee... I told you that Imhotep doesn't understand." Mori Yuesa picked up a few jars, tremblingly ran to her bedroom without looking back.

"Good night, Imhotep, thank you for your help today."

Nagini followed her master (lover) closely, and before leaving, she glared at him threateningly.

'You talk a lot.'

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The bedroom that used to be shared by two people has become a single bedroom since tonight. The enlarged photo of the couple is still hanging on the wall, the drawer is filled with clothes that the two wore together, and the bedside table is filled with newly bought kendama.

There was some rustling music playing on the record player. There was no light in the room and the moonlight was not very bright.

"Alia, Miko, Oishi, my wife Yuno, Eiri..."

He counted and recited them one by one, and ran his fingers over the bottle caps one by one.

A soft thick quilt was draped over her body, revealing a pair of restless little feet. Mori Yuesha lay on the bed, with a pile of bottles and jars in front of her; extremely weak light penetrated through the window, came in through the gap in the quilt, and reflected a shimmering light silver on the glass bottles.

Blurry music was playing on the record player.

"Once the soul falls into the sky, it can never come back..."

The girl murmured softly: "If I can put time into my body, I can put my soul into a jar..."

Yes, that's a good idea.

Mori Yuesa, just enjoy being loved.

Gloomy music was playing on the record player.

"You will always be with me."

"I am very happy."

The girl hugged the jars tightly, and her little face was pressed against the glass bottles at ease. She fell into a sweet dream with the sharp wailing echoing in the glass bottles as her pillow.

Soft music was playing on the record player.