Undead Requiem

Good sir. "

"he?"

Harold understood.He thought that he had lost to a young lady.Unexpectedly, he actually lost to a gentleman.This made Harold, who is also a man, extremely unconvinced.But Whitman's next words let him know that he lost completely.

Because, his eyes are very affectionate.

"Yes, it's 'he'. He is Mr. Good. He has eyes that are more beautiful than emeralds, and hair that is darker than the night. Moreover, he is a persistent and serious person who can protect me for the rest of my life. "

Green eyes, black hair.

Harold thought of the man who came to pick up Whitman at the train station.It turned out that that one was his lover.

He couldn't help feeling frustrated.In this life, he can never have Whitman again.

Mr. Death felt proud when he heard Whitman's serious words.If it wasn't because he couldn't interfere with the other party, he would definitely hug the other party and kiss him hard.

"Harold, you will definitely find someone who loves you." Whitman smiled and blessed.

Harald, who was completely broken in love before the banquet started, pulled himself together and welcomed Whitman in.When Whitman entered the banquet hall, the gentlemen and ladies inside were overwhelmed by his appearance.

"This gentleman is really the most handsome man I have ever seen."

"God of love, shoot an arrow into my heart."

"Unfortunately, he has a ring on his finger."

"Oh, his love, what a lucky man."

Listening to these people's praise of Whitman, Mr. Death was very satisfied.There were ladies who had the audacity to ask Whitman to dance.Whitman took each other's hands and jumped up on the dance floor.Mr. Death admired his lover's dance.He thought, maybe he can buy a beautiful dress for his lover, and then dance with his wonderful waist.

Thinking this way in his heart, the more Mr. Death thinks, the more he thinks it is feasible.So, he flew to his lover and whispered in his lover's ear: "Honey, I'll buy you a dress." After speaking, he left.

Whitman, who was dancing with the lady in his arms, froze for a moment, and continued dancing.

Mr. Reaper, that's really childish.

At this time, the night in London is still lively.Mr. Death came to a shop that bought and sold dresses.Inside, there are many exquisite and luxurious dresses.Mr. Death took out a sum of money and bought a gorgeous white dress.Then went back to Alcott Manor.

The banquet at Harold's family ended late at night.Mr. Butler handed over the top hat and others to the master, and after the master bid farewell to his old classmates, he got into the carriage and went home.

All the way from the west to the north.On the road, because of the late night and the thick fog, it became much quieter. Occasionally, demons flew by, looking for human souls, and took the opportunity to eat them.

Halfway there, Whitman was acutely aware that something was following him.So he asked the groom to stop.And asked Johnny butler to stay in the carriage.

So he got out of the car alone.

After leaving the carriage for a while, the feeling of being stared at became more and more intense.

Then, gunshots rang out.Whitman turned sideways, but the bullet still grazed his face and left a gash.Seeing that he could not be killed, a black shadow fell from the sky from the building, trying to knock him down.Whitman backs off.When he saw the burnt face of the other party from the dim streetlight, he was startled.

But the other party didn't give him a chance to continue to escape, he stretched out his hand, and then a black mist entangled up.

Whitman, will haunt.In an instant, he realized that this was not an ordinary person.

The other party licked his lips: "You exude the deliciousness of the soul."

He's interested in his soul, but obviously, he's not a demon.Then, he is the evil spirit that the gods of death are looking for!Thinking of this, he smiled.

"Frank hired you to kill me?"

"Yes. Obviously, this is a good business. Your body and soul smell delicious." As he spoke, the evil spirit's mouth drooled.

"God sings a sad song for you. Your soul will be lost forever in this world."

As if chanting, a huge death scythe protruded from Whitman's body, and the black mist wrapped around his body gradually dissipated.Floating in the air, he swung his scythe down at the hapless spirit.

The evil spirit never thought that tonight was his own death day.

The wound on the face slowly healed and disappeared.Whitman put the Death Scythe back on his body, then returned to the carriage and continued on his way home.

On the way, Johnny Butler worriedly asked what happened, and Whitman smiled and said that it was just a mouse.

Back at the manor, in the room, he saw Mr. Death smiling and waiting for him to come back with a delicate and gorgeous dress.At that moment, Whitman felt that the other party was extremely naive.