Retired for A Hundred Years: Re-Employment for the Apocalypse Bigshot! Chapter 366 - 361: Why Should I Kill Her?

The boy did not feel pleased with the title they used.

Impatiently, he shouted again: "Shut up! All of you, shut up!"

As he shouted, the followers kneeling not far from him once again clutched their chests and collapsed.

This ti, instead of convulsing, they bled from every orifice, a truly horrifying sight.

The followers inside the room dared not make a sound, and their indifferent and numb expressions were replaced by fear.

Suddenly—

The boy stopped his frantic yelling, clutching his head in pain, rolling inside the coffin.

"Ah—it’s so painful!"

"Soone help !"

"I don’t want to die..."

But none of the followers dared to approach him.

After about ten minutes, the boy’s breath weakened, and the wailing gradually faded.

Replaced by a mature man’s voice erging from his mouth.

"Who hurt Vic?"

At this mont, the followers finally reacted, kneeling and approaching, raising their hands once more to salute the boy.

"Welco back, Master!"

The boy stood up in the coffin confidently, stepped out barefoot.

His indifferent expression was not what a child’s face should show.

His body swayed slightly, as if he was a patient from a long illness, unaccustod to walking after getting out of bed.

At this point, a follower quickly crawled up from the corner, turned on the Smart Brain, projecting an international news broadcast for the boy.

Noise and cries suddenly filled the chapel.

The boy frowned, his gray eyes appearing fierce, "Joe Lane, you’re courting death!"

"Master, people from the Lane family of Jiazhou are outside the castle, requesting a eting with you, concerning the Hua Continent’s Female War God."

The boy’s rage intensified, he violently kicked the corpse beside him, "Let them in."

Once the boy’s figure departed, the followers kneeling on the ground finally trembled and got up, with blank expressions, dragging away the dozen or so corpses lying on the ground.

Among these followers, one person furrowed their brows in confusion.

Why couldn’t the Master even kick away the corpse?

***

The representative of the Lane family waiting outside Josen Castle was finally permitted to enter the castle that was said to be a thousand years old.

Their suspended heart finally settled.

God knows how anxious they were after receiving a call from Charles.

Afraid that the people of the West Continent would tear them apart.

Fortunately, Charles told them that their news was very important, surely interesting to this ancient family from the West Continent.

The Lane’s representative wiped the sweat off his forehead, closely watching the distance ahead.

A heavy drawbridge was slowly lowered, revealing a towering arched gate.

Two shadows walked towards him from the gate.

Within pitch-black cloaks, two identical indifferent faces made his scalp tingle.

The Lane’s representative smilingly stepped forward.

"Greetings, I am Hick Lane."

"Master, please enter!"

The chanical voice emanating from the two identical people stunned Hick Lane, causing his smile to gradually freeze.

Are these... not humans?

Fear surfaced in Hick Lane’s eyes, his legs grew weak. While under their gaze, he nervously walked between them.

A chill ran from his heel to the top of his head.

Even more despairing was encountering the followers inside the castle.

They were actually moving bodies.

Each corpse had a grimacing face, dying with remaining grievances.

"Mr. Lane, the Master is awaiting you."

The cold chanical voice rang out again.

Hick Lane trembled, his scalp tingled once more.

Feeling half his body turn cold.

But he did not dare to faint.

Afraid that as soon as he closed his eyes, they would never open again.

The environnt inside the castle was very quiet. Even if soone passed by Hick Lane, it was as though a ghost moved without sound.

He walked in this oppressive, silent environnt for more than ten minutes before the guide stopped.

Hick Lane raised his hand to rub his seemingly stiff cheeks, adjusted his expression, and followed the guide into the room.

Compared to the oppressive environnt outside, the interior seed like entering another world.

The room was furnished with distinct West Continent style, as though ti had ceased a thousand years ago.

Soothing music ca from beside the window.

A beautiful boy sat by the piano, eyes tightly shut, seemingly lost in the srising music.

Hick Lane glanced around and found no one else inside, save the boy and the followers.

He unexpectedly breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Master, the person has been brought."

What?

Hick Lane watched the guide walk straight to the piano, kneeling in salute, causing his pupils to instantly widen in shock.

Could it be the Qiao Family had changed their Family Head again?

Not allowing him more thoughts, a downbeat halted the soothing music abruptly.

Imdiately, a mature and familiar voice emanated from the boy’s mouth.

"Lane, are you here to die?"

Hick Lane’s nerves instantly tightened, he bent low, hastily spoke: "Please calm down, Mr. Josen. It’s not our Family Head who hard Mr. Vic."

"Not Joe Lane, are you saying it’s the Huazhou people?"

The boy raged, hitting the piano heavily, and the oppressive sound frightened Hick Lane into kneeling imdiately.

Trembling, he said: "Please calm down! It’s the Female War God from Hua Continent! She’s truly returned!"

"What?"

Suddenly, Hick Lane’s view shifted, directly facing a pair of gray-white eyes.

Frightened, he wanted to scream, but his throat was firmly choked, unable to produce a sound.

"Ah... cough cough cough..."

"Master, he’s about to die." The chanical voice suddenly rang out.

Only then did the boy release him, crossed arms, a face full of killing intent.

In front of him, Hick Lane lay on the ground without any form, coughing fiercely, as if he were about to cough up his lungs.

After more than ten minutes, he finally raised his head, eyes reddened, hesitatingly speaking: "Mr. Vic was severely injured by her... also frad our Family Head."

"How did you confirm her identity?"

"The Family Head confird it personally. Absolutely no mistake!"

A hint of jealousy flickered across the boy’s face.

Heaven is truly unfair!

"The Family Head said many people from Hua Continent do not wish for her return. It’s the perfect chance for us to completely kill her."

"Why should I kill her?"

What?

Hick Lane displayed full disbelief.

The boy, with a sarcastic smile, returned to sit at the piano, hands elegantly placed on the black and white keys, beginning to play a cheerful tune.

Hick Lane was puzzled, thinking of sothing with horror: "Mr. Josen, if you don’t eliminate her quickly, Hua Continent will soon infringe upon West Continent’s interests."

The boy’s fingers paused montarily, but soon resud playing.

Hick Lane gritted his teeth, stood from the ground, and hurried to the piano’s side, continuing: "The Family Head said with her character, she absolutely won’t allow your existence!"

"Presumptuous—"

Hick Lane felt as though his chest were hit by an electric current, half his body went numb instantly, a mouthful of blood surged from his chest.

"John Josen, she definitely... definitely doesn’t allow... the existence of Immortal People!"