book of old days

Chapter 241 Jack's Business Experience
Sean was walking in a dark alley, looking helpless at the unfamiliar environment around him.

This is somewhere in the dark alley area. According to the 'information' I got from my friends in the bar, this should be the so-called black market.

However, what the man said was very vague (Sean suspected that the other party was simply hearing the story), and he didn't understand the specific location at all. His goal was to find the black market for selling corpses, but now it seems that he can't find it.

Forget it, if it doesn't work, go back and find someone else to inquire about it.He thought about it, and was about to leave, when suddenly, a familiar figure appeared at the corner of the alley ahead, and Sean looked at that person with some surprise, it turned out to be Jack.

At the same time, the other party also saw him.

Sean still remembers the first time he met Jack, he was obviously just a teenager, not more than 1.6 meters tall, thin and short, and looked like a little clever ghost.

However, the Jack in front of him is a completely different person. He is 1.8 meters tall and has a strong figure. He is wearing a black windbreaker. The windbreaker is not buttoned, revealing a white shirt and strong chest muscles.

His hair is still messy, but it doesn't give people a downcast feeling, but it has a bit of rough courage.

Jack was obviously surprised when he saw Sean, and even took the initiative to say hello. "Professor Sean, we meet again."

Sean nodded, and the two came together in this dark alley, walking side by side.

Sean didn't know where the other party was going, but it seemed that he and he were on the same path.

"How are you doing now?" Sean asked tentatively.

"Of course it's fine. Now I'm no longer living a lonely life alone. I have so many partners and live in the love of everyone. It feels different. It's so warm, so peaceful, and the precariousness of the past The days are finally over.

Now, Lord Ulysses and I are doing great things together, which was something I never even dared to think about before.

Speaking of which, I would like to thank Professor Xiao En. "

"Thank me?"

"Of course, you don't think I can't guess it." Jack said and winked at Sean.

"Guess what?" Sean asked without a trace.

"That meatloaf, you left it for me on purpose, right!" Jack said gratefully, "I figured it out later, you left me such a good thing, even though Professor Sean said very Strict, but he is actually a good person, and now I finally don’t have to suffer anymore.”

meat pie?Sean suddenly remembered that when he met Ulysses in the tavern in the dark alley area, the other party left him a meatloaf and strongly suggested that he try it, but he was cautious by nature and did not take a bite .

Could it be that there is something in that cake?As for what it is, you don't need to think about it, it must be the kind of bug in that meatball!That's right, those hungry people became different immediately after eating the bugs, just like the Jack in front of them. The only difference is that Jack's changes are greater.

When Sean thought that he 'almost' put the worm in his mouth, his scalp tingled for a while, Ulysses, you old bastard, you are really black enough, set me up, fortunately you are enough cautious.

He didn't show anything unusual, just smiled lightly.

"Hehe, don't say that. I didn't do anything. Everything you have now comes from your own choice."

"Thank you anyway, Professor Sean. Speaking of which, what are you doing in the black market? Is there anything I can do for you?"

"I want two corpses, fresh corpses."

"That's such a coincidence, I'm also helping the professor with the corpse, why don't we go together, maybe we buy a lot, and we can give some discounts."

Sean was a little speechless. Jack spoke so lightly, as if what he wanted to buy was not human corpses, but ordinary things like roast chicken and roast goose.

But he was at a loss for what to do, and it would be nice to have a colleague.

"Let's go together then," he said.

The two walked side by side into the alley.

Sean always kept a distance of one meter away from Jack. When he thought that there might be a lot of worms in Jack's body, he felt a sense of vigilance. As he walked, he observed Jack without any trace. Also, very healthy, without the slightest sickness, with a ruddy complexion, full of vitality and high spirits.

From his eyebrows and eyes, one can vaguely see some immaturity and youthfulness, that kind of tenderness unique to teenagers.

But these feelings were all broken by a coercive external force. Not only did he become taller, but even his bones and muscles were deformed and enlarged accordingly, as if the whole person had matured in a short period of time.

What the hell are those weird worms?Has such a miraculous effect?

Ulysses once mentioned that he had been in contact with an ancient god, and at first he thought the old man was bragging, but now Xiao En felt that it was not impossible. Could it be that these worms were parasites in the body of the ancient god?Evolved by absorbing the energy of the ancient gods?Or is it a magical creature created by the ancient gods?Is it specifically for people to strengthen their bodies?
Then this ancient god is really helpful.

Thoughts were rambling in his mind, but Sean didn't relax his vigilance. Although he had never seen the ancient gods, according to the Supreme Will and the descriptions in some literary works he had read in his previous life, he always felt that the ancient gods It should be very evil, a weird existence that cannot be understood by human thinking.

The ancient gods would definitely not have the thinking of caring for human beings. Compared with the ancient gods who created worms to help human beings, Xiao En felt that the answer of parasites was easier to accept.

Of course, it is more likely that these worms are a medium for some kind of conspiracy by Ulysses, but it is not yet possible to draw a conclusion as to what kind of conspiracy it is.

"Here, it's here." Just as Sean was thinking, Jack stopped and pointed to the black wooden door in front of him.

This alley has come to an end.

Seeing no one around, Jack knocked on the dark wooden door in front of him.

A gap was opened in the door, and a pair of cold eyes were exposed from inside.

"Who?"

"I've come to get the fish," said Jack, with a playful tone of youth.

"Fish? What fish?"

"Salted fish or frozen fish are both fine. Old Gaunt introduced me."

Hearing Old Gaunt's name, the man relaxed a little, "Come in." He said and opened the door, allowing the two of them to walk in.

Then the door was shut immediately.

The room was dim, and it was pitch black in broad daylight, with a few candles barely illuminating the surroundings.

Sean saw a man in a dirty oilcloth apron sawing something in the corner, and the sound of rattling was very ear-piercing.

A man in a white coat and glasses, who looked like a doctor, was anointing a dead body with some kind of liquid.

A sullen man with only one ear juggled two daggers as if conjuring.

There is also an old and ugly woman who is cooking a pot of beans. The aroma of beans is mixed with the smell of formalin, which is very strange.

As for the person who opened the door, he was a middle-aged man with no characteristics, and he seemed to be the leader of the group.

"The goods are here, come with me."

As the man spoke, he led the two of them into a cellar door.

Go down a narrow staircase and come to a basement. In the entire basement, a large number of corpses are parked, some of which are wrapped in chemicals, wrapped in tarpaulins and body bags, and several are placed in ice buckets.

Sean immediately understood that this was what the so-called pickled fish and frozen fish meant.

The man opened the body bag, revealing the sallow skin of the corpse, and showed them one by one as if introducing a product.

The narrow space, the smell of corpses in the air, and the dim lights and corpses around make people feel like they are in hell, but it seems that the person in front of him doesn't care, maybe he is used to it.

"Ten pounds for salted fish, fifteen pounds for frozen fish, and some rotten fish, only one pound."

Sean thought it was so expensive?No wonder there are people who commit crimes over corpses.

Ten quid is enough for a peasant family for a year.

He looked at the corpses. Those pickled fish had been soaked in chemicals, obviously dead for a long time, even after being soaked in chemicals, they still smelled like corpses.

As for the frozen fish—probably a corpse that had just died, it looked very fresh, and the groomed appearance even gave it a lifelike feeling, but it was too pale.

As for the rotten fish—Sean didn't know how to describe them, he didn't even want to keep his eyes on the thing, it must have been dug up from a grave somewhere.

Sean's thoughts were mainly on those frozen corpses. This thing should be enough to summon the God of Faith, right?

It's just that I don't know if the corpse will be resurrected after being summoned, or it will become an existence of undead.

In fact, it is best to use a living person as the body to summon the gods, but in this way, two people must be killed. The power of the gods is very strong, and ordinary people must not be able to bear it. The most likely thing is to be taken away.

Thinking about it, Sean had already selected two corpses. A female corpse that looked very young. The cause of death was probably drowning. She looked very pale, without a trace of blood.

The other is the body of a middle-aged man with a single hole between the eyebrows, which should have been shot.

Just don't know if the brain affects the operation of the gods.

He was thinking about it, but the man over there was getting impatient, "How about it, have you chosen?"

Jack nodded, "Yes, I have already chosen."

"Which one do you want?"

"All." Jack said with a smile on his face.

The man was not happy, but looked at him suspiciously, "All? You mean all?"

"Yes."

"A total of 200 gold pounds."

Jack still had the same expression, "Sorry, I didn't bring any money, but maybe I can replace it with something better." Jack said, and took out a meatball.

The man looked cold, "Are you challenging my patience, kid?"

"No, no, please let me finish, I think you will understand."

The man looked at him with a sneer, and took out a dagger out of nowhere, "You can start now."

Jack turned a blind eye to the dagger pointed at him, and said to himself: "Have you ever felt pain? Hunger, loneliness, disrespect, no one cares about your life and death, you can only choose to sacrifice your conscience and dignity to survive. Forget about it, in order to survive, you will do whatever you can, and you will be in this dark and smelly dungeon, doing shady deeds, being despised and hated by everyone, but you don't know when this kind of life will end.

You want to be respected and loved, but you know it's impossible to succeed, and one day you will die on the street and be spurned by the world, but you have no choice. "

As Jack described, the man's eyes became colder and colder.

Jack still had a smile on his face, "But now, all this is no longer a problem, eat it, and all your pain and suffering will end, you will no longer be alone, and you will live among a group of people who love you." Among people, they will protect you and love you like you treat yourself, and you will love them like you treat yourself, this is the blessing from the ancient gods, this is the flesh and blood of gods, eat it."

"Boy, are you finished?"

Jack nodded.

The man stabbed Jack in the chest without hesitation.

With a puff, the blade sank into the handle.

Jack didn't seem to have the consciousness to stop it at all, and he didn't even raise his hand to block it. Not even a drop of blood flowed from the wound where the knife was inserted. He still looked at the man with a smile, and grabbed the man's wrist holding the knife.

"I'm curious, what are you going to do after you kill me? Will you sell my body as well? Will this really satisfy you?"

The man's face was ashen for a while, and he tried to withdraw the knife, but his wrist was pinched and he could not move.

Jack slowly pulled the man into his arms with one hand, but with the other hand he stuffed the meatball into the man's mouth.

How could that man give in? He kept his mouth shut while leaning his neck back, struggling desperately.

But Jack was not annoyed, and said these words gently as if coaxing a child: "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh don't be afraid, don't struggle, it will be over soon, I promise, it won't hurt at all."

His strength was astonishing, the man was completely suppressed, the meatball was stuffed into his mouth suddenly, the man wanted to spit it out, but Jack had already grabbed his mouth.

The man's eyes were wide open, he let out a low growl of pain, and his body struggled like a convulsion.

But after only a few seconds, the spasm disappeared, and a relieved look appeared on his face. Jack let go of his hand and watched the man get up from the ground panting.

Jack looked at him with a smile, "Well, do you understand what I mean?"

"That's right, I understand, all the pain, all the confusion, all the regrets are gone from me now."

The man was talking to himself, looking at his hands, as if he knew himself again for the first time, and he looked at Jack again, with a calm and peaceful expression, as if the two were good friends and good brothers who had known each other for a long time.

(End of this chapter)