MTL - Death Notice-v2 Chapter 1 Master servant
Qin Lun's eyelids trembled and slowly opened his eyes. He only felt that he had made a long, long dream. An ant-like voice is looming in a dream, but it is incomparably clear, as if deep into the depths of consciousness.
The voice does not belong to any known language, but Qin Lun has inexplicably understood all the content, just like acting directly on his soul, without any translation at all.
"呜呜呜~~" Just as Qin Lun wants to study the contents of the sound, a broken sobbing sounds in his ear.
This time, Qin Lun guarantees that this is definitely not a rule of broken starry sky, because this voice is too ugly, too harsh, and it is like a night cry, so that he can no longer lie quietly.
"Shut up!" Qin Lun couldn't help but sigh.
"Ah~~" The sobbing sound of the break was stopped, but it was replaced by a high-pitched scream.
Qin Lun sullenly opened a thin layer of things on his body, sat up and looked in the direction of screaming expressionlessly. I saw that under the bright moon, a hunch-faced man with a ugly face was sitting on the ground with horror and squatting back.
"Master Wellington, I know that you are very dissatisfied with such a funeral, but poor Frank really has no money, ready for you a coffin!"
The humpback man swelled, the chin's beard was covered with dust, and a rough burlap shirt was stained. Perhaps because of the relationship between long-term work and mud, the specific age is really bad judgment, but it is estimated that it should be less than 50 years old.
funeral? ! Qin Lun turned around and looked around, suddenly licking his mouth with a blank expression. The place where he is is a gloomy cemetery, except for the cold moonlight scattered through the branches, the ghostly shadows of the dark graves, and even a bite of insects and rats.
The thin things that Qin Lun had just opened were a broken straw mat. Half a meter beside him, there is a rectangular pothole that is more than a meter deep, apparently a grave for him.
After a calm moment, Qin Lun’s consciousness immediately revealed the death list of the plot identity. After leaving the broken starry sky, the death list seems to be less suppressed, and it is easier to summon.
Wellington Stan, human, twenty-four years old, occupation: folk doctor. He has practiced medicine for generations but has not obtained official medical qualifications.
A private doctor without an official license! Qin Lun’s face was slightly pumped. In other words, the original owner of his body was a poor doctor’s doctor.
Qin Lun looked back at the humpback man, and Wellington’s surviving memory immediately revealed his relevant information.
Frank? , human, thirty-two years old, no professional traveller, private servant of Wellington Stan.
He is only thirty-two years old? Qin Lun had some slight surprises, and it seemed to be at least fifty years old from the ugly appearance of Frank's folds and the shackles of the thin hands.
Wellington's surviving memory shows that Frank was originally an abandoned baby and was raised from the wild by the father of Wellington. Originally wanted to sell to the workshops in the city to do child labor, but because Frank is too ugly, not only a hunchback, but also some disability in the legs and feet, can not be sold at all, had to be used as a servant.
However, Frank is extremely grateful to the father and son of the sect, and is loyal to the Stan family. When I was a child, I also blocked the bullying of many small partners for Xiaowei Lingdun. After I grew up, I worked hard and made a lot of contributions to Wellington’s "medical research."
For example: go to the cemetery to help Wellington steal new corpses for his anatomy...
"Master Wellington, are you still dead?"
At this time, Frank was a little slower, and asked with a timid whisper. After all, it is the owner of the house, plus he has been dealing with the body in the cemetery for many years, still able to distinguish between the dead and the living.
What is not dead! Qin Luang’s a touch of customary smile was directly annihilated, and the red awns in the eyes flashed, which was a kind of impulse to kill him directly. However, realizing that this loyal servant is of great use to himself, the red mans in the eyes of the murderer slowly faded away.
Qin Lun stood up silently, rubbed the dust on his body, and suddenly found himself wearing an old pair of leather gloves, wearing a black cashmere coat jacket to the knees, inside is a black gentleman vest and a white shirt with lace edge The lower body is a black trousers with a pair of long riding boots.
This line of work can still be seen, in addition to the old clothes, white shirts are somewhat yellow, cuffs and linings are obviously broken, barely considered a decent person.
"Master Wellington, you really haven't died!" Frank saw Qin Lun stand up and finally rejoiced. The limbs were used to climb a few steps on the ground, holding the owner's thighs, opening their mouths, revealing a rotten tooth full of black and yellow tartar, and the ghosts and wolves were screaming, and the ugly face was covered with nose and tears.
"I..." I saw that the trouser legs were covered with Frank's tears and nose. Qin Lun finally stopped in one breath and fell to the ground with one foot.
"I have been dead for a few days... Oh no, I have been in a coma for a few days!" Qin Lun smacked his face and took a deep breath, calming down the anger that Frank had picked up.
"Young Master, you are already dead... Oh no, you have been in a coma for almost three days!" Frank wiped his face and carefully peeked at Qin Lun, still seemingly confirming the owner's life and death.
"There is no water source nearby, take me in the past!" Qin Lun said with no expression.
"Young master, are you thirsty? I have water here!" Frank hesitated, and he found a flat aluminum kettle from his arms.
"No, I have to clean my body!" Qin Lun frowned and took the flat pot, although the clothes seemed to have been washed before the burial, but now it is full of the rancid smell of the body, can not just wear it out to see people.
"Cough and cough! What is this?" Qin Lun put the pot on his lips. Just took a sip and was pungently scented by the pungent smell. The white face turned into eggplant. .
"This... this is the kind of wine in the studio of the young master... Alcohol, but I didn't take much, and added some water inside!" Frank licked the rough big hand and snorted a little, "Let's compare at night." Cold, drink a little to drive the cold!"
Medical alcohol with water! Qin Lun’s eyes glimpsed, and the pupil’s radiance glowed in the pupil. Once again, there was an impulse to kill Frank directly. The murderer has been stalked until now.
Close your eyes, take a few deep breaths, and reluctantly suppress the urge to kill in your heart. Qin Lun again stunned with a blank expression. "Take the road ahead and take me to the water source nearby!"
"Oh!" Frank shook his head and promised, but he didn't start immediately. Instead, he groped on the ground and picked up two things and handed it to Qin Lun.
Qin Lun took these two things, and the eyebrows were picked. This is a loose hat and a cane. By moonlight, the brass hand that can see the top of the cane has worn out more than half, and looks old and should be the legacy of the fathers of Wellington.
Seeing this thing, Qin Lun unconsciously put his hand into his jacket pocket, and suddenly his face changed. This is not his habit, but the habit of Wellard, the already dead Stan.
"My pocket watch?" Qin Lun showed a warm smile on his face, but his eyes flashed again. From the memory of Wellington's surviving, he felt that the young man should have a brass pocket watch that was inherited from his father and was the most valuable item on his body.
"The young man's pocket watch..." Frank's face showed a hint of embarrassment, his eyes flashing and replied, "I thought that the young master had passed away, and the pocket watch was taken down by me!"
Qin Lun silently, the red awns in the eyes are getting more and more popular, but when I noticed the direction of Frank's occasional sneak, it was a slight glimpse. At the end of the tomb, a small square stone tablet is lying in the dirt.
Qin Lun’s heart moved, stepped forward, and lifted the stone tablet, and immediately sighed. This stone is engraved with the name of Wellington Stan, this is the tombstone of the young man! Instead of taking his pocket watch in his pocket, Frank chose to set up a tombstone for him.
When you think about it, Wellington didn't have a coffin before he died, but his clothes were neat, at least Frank was a decent one compared to the undressed clothes. www.novelbuddy.com~ This ugly face, if you have a disabled servant Not loyal to the owner, I am afraid I have already stripped Wellington's clothes and replaced myself with the cold. As for the money in the pocket watch, it is estimated that it is only enough to exchange this tombstone, and it is no longer possible to create a coffin for young people.
Frank, who was suffering from a disability, glared at Wellington's body and tombstone and touched the eerie forest in the middle of the night. With the medical alcohol charged with water to resist the cold wind of the night, and the main person smashed out such a grave.
The smile on Qin Lun's face has not been reduced, but the red awn in the eyes is slowly concentrating.
"Go, don't light up, go to the river to clean it!"
Frank's left and right feet are asymmetrical, and he walks limping and is very slow. At this time, under the illumination of the moonlight, Qin Lun found that the servant had a low head, but he also had the same height, and his shoulders were wide and his skeleton was thick. If it is not a hunchback, it is estimated to be a burly giant.
Qin Lun did not urge Frank any more, and he looked comfortably behind him. From time to time, he looked with interest at the tombstones and the human remains of the ground, and walked calmly in his backyard.
Not far from the woodland cemetery, there is a small stream. Qin Lun stripped off his clothes three and two times, standing naked in the stream to clean his body and clothes, until the rancid smell on his body was diluted a lot, and then climbed ashore again.
Frank gave birth to a bonfire on the edge of the creek. When he saw Qin Lun ashore, he immediately took his clothes and baked it with a branch fork next to the campfire.
"Master Wellington, drink alcohol and warm up?" Frank did not have the eyesight to hand the flat hip flask with water alcohol to Qin Lun.
"You! Also give me a wash!" Qin Lun smiled, received the jug with a blank expression, and kicked the hunchback servant into the stream.
