Chapter 919: Chapter 77: Please choose the right target… and then work hard!_2 Chapter 919: Chapter 77: Please choose the right target… and then work hard!_2 However, this ti, ‘they’ chose Losa 11 as their Leader!
Jason paused in his steps.
He turned around.
A piercing coldness flickered behind his mask.
The coldness was like frost.
The piercing intensity like a blade, like a sword.
Losa 11 was a kind fellow.
With no ambitions.
And certainly no ill intentions.
Just soone who wanted to live a steady and peaceful life until old age.
Extrely friendly, without any ulterior motives, simply soone looking for a person to share the burdens of life with.
Like… a friend.
Yes!
Friend!
Whenever he was alone, Jason couldn’t help but recall the friends back in his hotown on sumr nights, chatting and grilling at roadside stalls, nibbling on skewers, and drinking beer while standing on boxes.
Their conversation topics were never fixed, either joys or worries, sharing their deepest feelings.
The skewers they would order were always the sa, twenty lamb skewers, ten garlic at skewers, ten Wangjing small intestines, two chicken wings, along with grilled eggplant and sautéed clams.
The best beer to drink while standing on the boxes was Wusu, but Snow Beer was fine too, naturally, it had to be chilled.
Within the sumr night breeze, the cooling sensation of the cold beer going down, mixed with the aroma of cumin and chili from the grilled at, was truly an enjoynt.
But wasn’t the greatest enjoynt the heart-to-heart talks with the friend before him?
But Jason knew all too well that he could not go back.
Even if he returned to his hotown.
Such days could never return.
It wasn’t the so-called estrangent from friends that resulted from a change in strength and a subsequent shift in mindset.
Bullshit!
Such things would never happen.
Those are but the groans of the pretentious.
If one’s own mood is not even within one’s control, how could one be considered powerful? At best, they’re just a drifting corpse following the current.
What Jason was worried about was…
Ti!
He didn’t know how much ti he had lost once he returned.
Whether his friends were still… alive.
Or perhaps a hundred years had passed.
Therefore, he treasured each person he considered a friend very much.
Although he was accustod to being cool and silent, it did not an he was indifferent to the friends he recognized.
Infrequently, anger stirred in the depths of Jason’s heart.
Even though it was suppressed the very next mont.
But the Leader of ‘them’ had caught on to it.
“Angry, are you?”
“Feeling powerless?”
“Brace for the bad news!”
The other mocked and jeered at Jason.
The other wanted to infuriate Jason.
The other hoped Jason would let go of the body he was holding and rush over.
But Jason did not.
sI oT Yn!
The deep Dufol Language chanted, and [Protection Against Evil] was cast upon the body.
Then ca the second, third, fourth casting…
Starting with the third, death occurred with every casting.
But Jason had no thoughts of stopping.
He now had about 600 lives.
Enough to kill the bastard before him!
And indeed, that was the case.
While Jason continuously cast [Protection Against Evil], the Leader’s face changed, and he charged at Jason like a madman. But as soon as he took a step, the Leader froze in place.
With a pop!
The newly ford body shattered just like that.
Like a soap bubble.
Only the head remained floating in mid-air, with wide eyes, a fierce expression, and twitching skin.
Jason didn’t know what had happened.
He just watched the other and kept on casting [Protection Against Evil] over and over again.
…
On a still river.
A small boat moved steadily forward.
Losa sat at the bow of the boat; Losa 1 was paddling, and under the feet of this young man lay a skeleton draped in a brown hemp robe.
Different from the usual paleness of skeletons,
The bones of this one had a jade color.
But it was still fierce looking.
Especially the Soul Fire in its eye sockets was billowing as if it wanted to scorch the feet of Losa 1.
But Losa 1 rely fortifies his foot slightly, and the skeleton lay still again, the Soul Fire in its eye sockets dimming as if it would extinguish at any mont.
“Blaspher!”
“Blaspher!”
“You are beyond redemption!”
Even being stepped on, the skeleton still ranted.
Then, Losa 1 crushed its ribs.
At once, the skeleton went quiet.
And when Losa 1 crushed another one of its ribs, the skeleton began to plead.
“Don’t do this!”
“I’m just a pitiful Ferryman.”
“I’m just following orders.”
The skeleton cried out.
“People who are ‘just following orders’ wouldn’t set such a spiteful trap!”
“A Ferryman wouldn’t cherish wealth above all else!”
Losa 1 said with a smile.
“Rules!”
“That’s all rules!”
“I have to follow them!”
The skeleton argued.
“You… hmm?”
Losa 1 was about to say sothing when his expression suddenly turned serious, making the skeleton under his feet shiver with Cold.
If the smiling Losa 11 resembled a butcher sharpening his knife, then at this mont, the solemn-faced Losa 1 beca like a volcano on the verge of erupting.
“Huh!”
“Such audacity!”
“Dare to target my brother!”
Losa 1 said with a chuckle.
But this laugh was devoid of any mirth.
Only a bone-chilling Cold remained.
Then he grabbed the skeleton beneath his feet.
“Your ti for atonent has co!”
“Die in place of my brother!”
“It’s your honor!”
Having said that, Losa 1 quickly arranged the hundreds of seeds inside Losa 11’s body in a particular order, completing a not-so-simple ritual.
Transfer!
The curse that was beginning to manifest on Losa 11’s body was transferred onto the skeleton in Losa 1’s hand.
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