No one notified me in advance. Everyone in the end times is crazy.

Since then, we can always see the dwarf carrying a coffin and seeking medical treatment everywhere.

Until one day, Fan heard that the Emperor of Xifeng had a kind of elixir that could bring the dead back to life. Believing it to be true, he broke into the palace and stole the medicine.

As the former number one Deadpool, he was familiar with all the layouts of the palace and got the elixir without any effort.

He returned to the dilapidated temple where he was temporarily staying and fed the elixir to Mr. Yu.

He knelt beside the coffin, waiting... waiting... waiting for Mr. Yu to wake up, waiting for Mr. Yu to call his name again, waiting for Mr. Yu to take him on the business road again, waiting...

Wait until sunset and then sunrise.

He did not wait for Mr. Yu, but a group of constables who surrounded him.

The leading man drew his sword, placed it on Fan's neck, and said viciously, "Wu Yi, you should have died in a mass grave with the secret."

Fan's gaze was still on Mr. Yu. He did not turn around, nor did he look directly at the man.

"Hu Er, I have a name. My name is Fan, which was given to me by Mr. Yu."

"Who cares? You're no different from any stray cat or dog on the street. Who would pay special attention to the name of a stray cat or dog?"

"Mr. Yu cares."

Hu Er kicked Fan over and crushed his head with his foot.

He hated Fan, but more out of jealousy. He had obviously paid more than Fan, but he could never compare to him.

Even though he was framed, this lucky guy survived in the end and even had people and a name that he cared about.

"Wu Yi, I don't think you understand your situation. You trespassed into the palace and are punishable by death. Come back with us."

Fan grabbed Hu Er's ankle and pulled him down with brute force, resisting, "I won't leave here. I want to wait for Mr. Yu to wake up."

"Mr. Yu? Are you talking about this rotten and smelly corpse? Ha~ I think you are really crazy!"

Fan's eyes radiated murderous intent. He tightly grasped Hu Er's neck and told him over and over again: "Mr. Yu smells good. Mr. Yu doesn't stink. He is the best and most gentle person! He will wake up soon! He will wake up soon!"

Hu Er's eyes rolled up due to lack of oxygen. He ordered the people outside the ruined temple to arrest someone.

Fan, who has been undergoing life and death training since childhood, is still not at a disadvantage even when fighting in a group.

"Wu Yi, I advise you not to resist."

Hu Er stepped on the edge of the coffin with his foot and reached his hand holding the tinder over the coffin. If he loosened his hand slightly, Mr. Yu's bones would be ignited.

"No! Don't touch him!"

Fan no longer resisted and allowed the constables to put shackles on him.

Even so, Hu Er was still unwilling to let him go.

"Wu Yi, my hands are so sore. This tinderbox is too heavy for me to lift. What should I do?"

"No! Don't! Don't—"

Fan struggled desperately, but a constable quickly held down his head, and two adult men pressed on him before they subdued the mad Fan.

He lay on the ground in despair, still begging Hu Er to let Mr. Yu go.

His eyes were filled with the smile of Hu Er's successful evil plan. He watched him let go of the fire starter and it fell straight down.

The burning flame, like the candle that illuminated Mr. Yu before his death, quickly engulfed him.

Once again, Mr. Yu died in front of him.

"Mr. Yu! Mr. Yu! Let me go! Please! For the sake of our acquaintance, let me... let me die together with Mr. Yu!"

"You're dreaming, but I'm going to take you back and behead you."

Fan was sent to the guillotine, and even in the last second before his death, he was still unwilling to accept it.

A huge resentment made him wake up again, in the familiar mass grave, but this time when he woke up, no one signed a contract to sell himself with him.

With his head chopped off, he forgot important things and just wandered aimlessly... wandered... until...

"What are you always staring at me for?"

Fan came to his senses and shook his head.

Yu Jiajia ignored him, rolled up her sleeves, and took out the smart computer on her wrist. She looked at the time ticking on it and complained in her heart why Xiaoyuer hadn't come yet.

When the body relaxes, one naturally becomes hungry, and Yu Jiajia's stomach makes a "gurgling~gurgling~" sound.

When Fan heard the sound, he looked at Yu Jiajia's belly and seemed to be telling something by making some gurgling sounds.

"What? I told you I didn't understand."

Fan Lu held Yu Jiajia's arms with her hands outside the shackles, kissed him lightly on his exposed forearm, and then walked away looking back every few steps.

"Gone? For no apparent reason."

Yu Jiajia was severely exhausted, so she simply sat down and rested.

After waiting for about two or three minutes, a prompt box popped up in front of him.

"Passive skill: The effect of 'Bond of Companion' has been activated."

"Xiao Yu'er, you're finally here."

Yu Jiajia, who had her back to him, suddenly spoke, which scared Luo Shiyu.

"How did you know I was coming? I shouldn't have missed any footsteps."

Yu Jiajia bent her index finger and tapped the notification box that Luo Shiyu couldn't see. Speechless, she said, "My passive skill is on."

"Tsk! Then in your eyes, wouldn't it be hilarious for me to try to sneak up on you from behind?"

Yu Jiajia corrected him, “It’s very funny.”

"Okay, stop talking nonsense."

Luo Shiyu took out the bread and water from the necklace, opened it, and walked over to hand it to Yu Jiajia.

When he was about to approach him, Xiaobai noticed something was wrong and called out to stop Luo Shiyu.

Xiaobai: "No! Master, don't come any closer."

【What's wrong? 】

Xiaobai: "He has the scent of other ghosts on him, as if he has been marked. Master, it is best to keep a distance from him and avoid being contaminated by the scent."

What happens if you get infected with a smell?

"It will be seen as a provocation, and I will not stop even if I have to chase you to the ends of the earth."