books44 Chapter 119 Stand-up comedy
Chapter 119 Stand-up comedy
"What? You're saying we can still see the Black Gate?"
A crow jumped down from the crystal chandelier and landed on Siling's shoulder, looking at her from left to right and sniffing.
"That's right!" With a look of dread, Siling raised his gun and aimed it at the wall, pulling the trigger, only to see the bullet pass through his hallucination. "That man is standing by the wall, looking at me with his creepy, evil smile!"
Heimen glanced back at the bullet holes on the wallpaper, blinked, and waved his hand in perfect cooperation: "Hey~ that's a little hurtful."
"Don't come any closer!" Siling screamed.
The crow turned its head and rubbed its claws with the lace trim on her shoulder, looking quite puzzled.
The soul of the 4Ling remains unchanged, still exuding a languid rose fragrance, like a rose cake with a loose crust after being left out for too long, lacking the sedimentation of resentment and pain—in this respect, the Kuromon smells much more delicious.
Thinking about it, it suddenly regretted letting Siling test the poison, wasting a delicious meal: "Let me think... maybe it's because he is a soul from the future, which doesn't match the present, and he needs some time to digest it."
Kuromon stood to the side with his arms crossed, nodding seriously as he followed suit: "I see, this must be indigestion. Japanese stomachs can't handle Chinese food."
You're the one who got digested, aren't you?!
"That's what I said..."
She raised her hand to cover her mouth, and with elegant and composed steps, Heimen turned around. The maid outfit transformed into the evening gown she was wearing as the skirt fluttered, and the voice was exactly the same:
"But now, aren't I you?"
"Under the influence of the Elixir of Immortality, my consciousness, way of thinking, memories, and experiences have all been absorbed by you, leaving only my soul as its essence. In other words, after absorbing my personality completely, we have achieved mutual understanding, and without the need for vocal cords, you can naturally and completely understand my views."
"What I am saying now is nothing but my personal last words. Haven't you already read it in your memory? These are the arguments that Kuromon, who was prepared to die before the final battle, conceived in his mind while looking in the mirror."
Siling's lips moved as he tried to come up with a rebuttal, but he didn't know where to begin—how can one use oneself to refute oneself, and use thought to negate the same thought?
'Could it be that he really is me, and I really am him?' The storm outside the window turned pitch black, and Siling looked at the dark reflection, unable to make out the person.
A crow hung upside down on the wall lamp, its dark eyes fixed on her tangled thoughts, excitedly tapping its beak:
"It's alright, you have plenty of time. You can always come to a conclusion no matter how complicated things are. Instead of that, continue to amuse me. The seven of you haven't decided the final outcome yet!"
Hei Men leaned against the window, cleared his throat, and delivered a sharp comment: "Shocking! The chairman of a top conglomerate actually entertains himself in this way. The guests at the event said it was so shocking it was mind-blowing!"
Originally leading a group of servants, Siling was on her way to the front courtyard where Fifty Well was hiding when she suddenly twisted her ankle and was barely caught: "Shut up!"
"As ordered."
The maid she pointed to paused for half a second before responding respectfully.
"Pfft." Seeing the look of utter discomfiture on Yotsuba's face, Kuromon chuckled and floated lightly around.
Only after the numerous guests had disappeared could one truly grasp the vastness of the Twilight Villa. Siling, trying to ignore the phantom beside him changing clothes while circling, meticulously checked each area under the protection of bodyguards.
"How about we play a quiz with prizes? The deadline is tonight."
Siling turned his head to look, and saw that Heimen had changed into a dark blue swallowtail tuxedo, which accentuated his tall and handsome figure, making him look very elegant: "The question is: After the last winner is decided, will that fickle and blasphemous crow eat you?"
'No interest. Everything you have belongs to me. There's no reward even if I bet right.'
“No, no, no.” Black Gate sat on the shoulder of the running servant, shaking his index finger. “If you can’t guess, the answer itself is the best reward; but if you can guess… I’ve already planned out the comeback.”
"An elder well-versed in ancient magic once said that magic must be used to fight magic. The original body's summoning ritual is currently the only known effective method. To deal with this demon, the same summoning ritual must be used."
From tonight onward, all the tragedies that have occurred throughout the villa are preparations for this ritual. Months ago, after failing to find the answer, the original owner decided to sacrifice the lives of nearly a hundred scholars he had recruited in a ritual to summon the demon from his family's legend that could grant eternal life.
Similarly, we can use the deaths of hundreds of people in the annex tonight to hold another ritual. However, the object of the summons is different this time. The Raven Demon is a being served by this family, but don't forget, the cultists also have their own evil gods to worship!
At the crucial point, Hei Men, swaying his legs, uttered horrified words with an innocent smile:
"Siling, let's summon the evil god and explode everyone!"
"I'm not crazy yet!" Si Ling slapped away his smile with a punch, letting out a sharp rebuke. "You're nothing but a defeated dog who's been eliminated. Just obediently witness my success!"
"Watch your facial expressions, getting angry like that will give you forehead wrinkles~"
Glancing discreetly at the employer, who was punching the wall left and right as if passionately battling thin air, the bodyguards standing around the Siling hesitated before silently moving to the outer edge of the group.
Hei Men darted left and right, floating behind the security guards and poking their stiff cheeks: "Look, your men are about to lose it. This guy was disrespectful to you, so you'll just take him down with you."
Si Ling's lips twitched, and she took out a small ivory fan from the cabinet next to her to cover her embarrassed face.
"This floor is searched. Move on to the next room." With that command, Siling urged his men to leave without looking back.
How could the high and mighty Chairman of Siling be arguing with Phantom? She must have been influenced by a simple-minded, muscle-bound guy like Ooka!
A person only has one life. Who would do something like that madman Heimen, harming the enemy a thousand while losing eight hundred of their own?
"Of course."
Hei Men hummed a little tune, leaning down at her: "When a person can't see the road ahead and is isolated and helpless, the hatred in his heart will burn everything around him, and in the end, the only fuel he can burn is himself."
"Me too. In my past life, I finally got my revenge on those damn scumbags and was finally able to retire from this life and get a peaceful night's sleep. But when I woke up, I was called to another film set to work overtime. Who can stand that!"
"By the way, did I tell you? I have a pretty bad temper when I wake up."