The Fifth Personality Fan-Shooting

Karl is the most famous and powerful embalmer in this country. He has superb makeup skills and can restore all unrecognizable corpses to their most beautiful appearance before death.

In fact, this job was not a popular job. Everyone tried their best to avoid Karl, fearing that he would smell a little dead.Karl himself has a withdrawn personality, prefers to be quiet, and is afraid of contact with living people, so it is even more impossible for him to become famous.

However, when the war came, when the bodies of countless soldiers who died in the battle were sent back to their families, everything changed.

The family members of the deceased want to restore the deceased to their original state no matter what. They want to see the appearance of their deceased relatives again through Carl's make-up.

Carl is busy every day.

He carried a small cosmetic case, wore a white mask and white gloves, and his hair was a little long, so he had to tie a small tail with a rubber band to keep it neat.

He kept repairing, arranging, and cleaning the bodies of the dead, so that they could leave this world with the last decency and dignity.

So gradually word got around that Karl was a great undertaker.

An old man came to Karl and said that he was willing to give Karl all his savings, and wanted Karl to bury him after his death.

Carl, who was on his way to work, replied, "I can bury you, but now you don't have to worry about these things, just go about your life."

The old man said, "But my child has died on the battlefield, and I think I will die soon."

Karl didn't know how to comfort such an old man, he was silent for a while, and said, "Okay, I promise you."

Carl took the money and also left the old man's address.

This is the case with many families, and the war has brought them to their deaths.

Karl was a witness to these deaths, but there was nothing he could do about it.After seeing so many deaths, he became more and more silent. Even the crying of the family members of the deceased could not make him sad, but he would still be very tired and feel powerless.

Sometimes he works late and walks home alone, with no moonlight and dark all the way, but he feels that there is nothing to be afraid of, and that life seems meaningless.

There is no one to sue, and there is no way to confide.

It was a full moon night, and the moonlight was so bright that the road was brightly illuminated. Carl felt better and went home under the moonlight all the way.

But when I approached the house, I found an unknown thing lying in the corner, it was dark.

Karl is not afraid, he thinks it is nothing more than a dead body he has dealt with all day long.

He walked over and found that it was a dark and tattered aristocratic coat, and under the coat was a seriously injured person.

"Hey, wake up..." Carl called him, but he didn't wake up.

He hesitated at the door, with a rare troubled expression on his face.

The person on the ground looked like a teenager. He had a serious wound on his back, bleeding profusely, and he also had other injuries on his body. He was in a state of embarrassment, but it couldn't hide the beauty of his face.

But this is a living person, not a dead body. Karl was used to touching cold corpses, but when he suddenly encountered a warm human body, his heart jumped in panic.

After waiting for a while, the boy still didn't wake up, so Karl calmed down and carried him back into the house.

The wound on the young man's body was very strange. It was not like the sword wounds that Karl usually saw, but instead looked like the claw marks of a huge beast, with flame burns. The blood from the wound kept oozing out, which was horrible.

Carl took out his cosmetic case, took out those small tools, sterilized them, and picked up a clean cloth to wipe the boy's wound.

After cleaning up the corpse... no, it was the wounds on the body as usual, Carl found that the blood could not be stopped.

He rummaged through the cabinet and found a small medicine bottle, which contained a small amount of green medicine powder.

This medicine bottle was given to Karl by a dying man. The man said that the medicine powder inside was very precious and was refined from the herbs he brought from the mysterious manor.

It's a pity that that person couldn't save his lover and chose to die in love.

Before he died, he asked Karl to help them bury them and bury them together.

Carl was still vulnerable at the time, and he could only watch the two die together, weeping and embalming them.

Those people seemed to think that since they were morticians, they wouldn't feel sad about the death of others.

And Karl has indeed become such an undertaker now.

Karl gently applied the precious medicinal powder to the boy's wounds, because there was not much left and the boy had many wounds, so Karl didn't save a little of the medicinal powder, and used all of it on the boy.

Those medicinal powders seemed to have magical powers. Every time they were applied to the wound, they would emit a faint light and then be absorbed by the wound.

After the powder was applied, the boy's wound stopped bleeding.

Carl bandaged the boy's wound, and then covered the boy with his own quilt.

He took off his mask and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Come on and survive, boy."

He can only give him such a blessing.

Early the next morning, the sun shone in from the window, warming the boy's quilt, and the boy woke up.

His eyes are a charming dark blue, and his curly hair is light gray. It was originally tied in a braid, but now the rope that tied it was untied.

The clothes on his body were also taken off, piled up in tatters on the bedside, and now he was wearing pajama pants that were not his own.

The boy was a little angry, pursed his lips, and looked around the room, but found no suspicious person.He tried to sense his wound, and it turned out that it was almost healed, and even the wound left after the previous injury began to heal.

He quickly tried to use his magic power and found that his magic power was slowly recovering.

The boy thought: It seems that the calamity of the magic power disorder on the night of the full moon has finally passed, and the body has completely mastered the flow of magic power. Hmph, I won't be attacked by you miscellaneous fish again in the future.

He controlled the magic power in his body, got out of bed, and began to look around the room.

The room was tidy, but empty, with no furniture except a bed, a table and a chair.There was a small box on the table, and various tools and cosmetics were opened inside. He also found an empty medicine bottle, and the medicine powder in it smelled like the medicine on his body.

The boy walked out of the room and saw a person sleeping on the sofa in the living room outside. He suddenly became alert. He walked over gently, and put his hand close to the fragile neck of the person, as if he was about to wring it off.

Carl has been busy all night, and now he is sleeping soundly. He unconsciously reminded him, turned over, and fell asleep on his side.

The boy backed away all of a sudden, then hurriedly leaned his hand again in a threatening manner, and then retracted it consciously and bored.

He sat on the table, looked at the face of the person sleeping peacefully on the sofa, and probably guessed that this was the person who rescued him.

The man had also piled a few clothes on the arm of the sofa, which seemed to be his own uniform.

The boy thought, who is this person?Why did he save me?

Carl's hair was in a mess, and his bangs covered half of his eyes. He was wrapped in a towel and fell asleep. He suddenly felt that his face was itchy from being tied up by his hair. He stretched out his hand to scratch, and then woke up, just in time to see the table in front of him. Sitting next to him was a good-looking boy with his upper body bare and his long legs propped up by the table. Even so, he still had an elegant and sexy look.Carl woke up with a jerk and fell off the sofa.

"Oh! Hiss..."

The young man smiled, seeing his flustered look, he felt in a good mood.

Carl got up from the ground and rubbed his painful buttocks.

"Are you awake?"

"Ah."

Carl realized that he was facing a living person after he realized it. He was a little panicked because of social phobia, and he could use a mask as a cover when dealing with people on weekdays. Now he just woke up and has nothing.

"Uh, that... are you... okay?"

Carl said to himself, it's okay, he's sick, and he's just one person, I can handle it.

The boy opposite nodded, got down from the table, and said, "Okay."

Carl straightened his clothes, looked at him, and asked, "My name is Carl, what about you?"

The boy thought for a while and said, "I...my name is Yue."

"Single name is Joo?"

"Ah."

"Okay, shall I call you Xiao Yue?"

"it is good."

Karl saw that he didn't want to say anything, and he didn't force him. It's a time of war, and people are ruined everywhere. He doesn't want to expose other people's scars.

"Aren't you cold?" Karl looked at the young man's strong figure with envy.Although he is young, he always feels that he has become an old man. He has no other interests except work. He is thin and has no motivation to do other things. He has to sleep wrapped in a thick quilt every night. Wearing a towel and quilt, it can be regarded as persistence.

Xiao Yue replied with a smile, "It's not cold."

Carl looked at his beautiful sapphire eyes, and felt more and more that this was some noble son who was hunted down because of the war, and then accidentally dropped at his door and was picked up by him.

"How old are you?" Carl asked curiously.

Xiao Yue thought for a while and said, "I'm 18 years old."

Carl smiled, and threw the towel to the teenager for him to put on, and said happily, "I'm 21 years old, you should call me brother."

"Brother..." The young man murmured the word, thinking of someone from a long time ago.

Carl went back to his room and changed his uniform, put on a mask and gloves, collected his thoughts, and said to the boy, "Xiao Yue, do you want to go home now?"

The young man shook his head.

Carlton paused and asked, "Do you... have a home?"

The boy still shook his head and said, "Not anymore."

Carl sympathized with him and said to him, "Well, if you have no place to go, would you like to work with me?"

"Work?"

"Uh, yes, I'm a mortician, that is, I do makeup for the corpses of the dead. If you can't find a job to support yourself now, you can stay with me for a while..." Carl tried hard to explain, for fear that the boy would not understand .

He didn't want the boy to work for him, nor did he want to force the boy to leave. He wanted to give him a hope of living and do his best to help the homeless boy.

"Okay."

"what?"

"I work with you."

Karl didn't expect the boy to agree so readily.

"However, this is the work of touching dead bodies. It may be a bit scary, and it is also very tiring and dirty. You..."

"it does not matter."

Carl was relieved to hear him say that.

"That's good. You can rest at home first, and then go to work with me in a few days. I'm going out to buy breakfast and some clothes for you now."

"it is good."

Carl was walking on the road, feeling that the sun seemed to be much warmer today.

The conversation with Xiao Yue was very comfortable and smooth, which made him feel less withdrawn.The corners of Carl's mouth curled up happily when he thought that someone would accompany him to work for a period of time, and he would no longer have to walk the dark path alone.

He bought some daily clothes for Xiao Yue, bought some breakfast, and planned to take Xiao Yue to make a uniform in the afternoon.

At this time at home, Xiao Yue put down the towel and used magic power to transform into the dress he is most familiar with.

He patted his clothes gracefully and said, "It's better to get used to it."

Then he transformed into a saber and followed the traces of last night to take revenge.

The demon who attacked him last night sensed that something was wrong and ran to the mountains outside the city to hide, but he still found him.

The demon with the sword on his neck trembled in fear. The magic energy on the sword was so strong, it was clearly not the guy he sneaked up on last night.

He said in horror, "Joseph, you, what have you done? Why are you unscathed?"

The demon originally thought that he succeeded last night, and that he would be able to occupy Joseph's castle tonight and take away his magic power.But now, all he had left was fear.

Joseph smiled. Ever since he became a devil, he has always maintained his appearance when he was 18 years old. He smiled like an innocent young man, but he showed no mercy in his hands.

He stabbed the sword into the demon's body gracefully and quickly, and said coldly: "You don't need to know this, you trash."

The demon felt the erosion of magic power, and bone-like pain spread from the wound on his neck, engulfing him in an instant.

Joseph swung his sword, the saber became clean, and he returned to Karl's house in an instant, and changed back to his naked upper body, as if nothing had happened.