Qin Lun's eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. He felt that he had a very long dream. An ant-like voice appeared and disappeared in the dream, but it was extremely clear, as if it was deeply engraved into the depths of consciousness.

The voice did not belong to any known language, but Qin Lun inexplicably understood everything, as if it was directly applied to his soul without any translation.

"Wuwuwuwu~~" Just as Qin Lun wanted to study the content of the voice, a sob like a broken gong rang in his ears.

This time, Qin Lun promised that this was definitely not a rule to break the starry sky, because the sound was too unpleasant and too harsh, comparable to the cry of the night owl, which made him unable to lie down quietly.

"Shut up!" Qin Lun shouted softly involuntarily.

"Ah~~" The broken gong-like sob stopped abruptly, replaced by a loud scream.

Qin Lun lifted a thin layer of things covering his body with a angrily angrily, sat up, and looked in the screaming direction with a blank expression. Under the hanging bright moon, a hunchbacked man with an ugly face and ragged dress was sitting on the ground with horror on his face, retreating in panic.

"Master Wellington, I know you are very dissatisfied with such a funeral, but poor Frank really has no money, so he will prepare a coffin for you!"

The hunchbacked man had a scattered hair, his chin was covered with dust, and his rough linen shirt was stained. Perhaps because of his long-term work and his muddy body, it was really hard to judge his specific age, but initially estimated that he should be less than fifty years old.

Funeral?! Qin Lun turned his head and looked around, and immediately curled his lips expressionlessly. Where he was, there was a gloomy and dark graveyard. Except for the cold moonlight scattered on the ground through the branches and the dark graves with ghosts, he even had a roar of insects and rats.

The thin thing Qin Lun just opened was a broken straw mat. Half a meter beside him, there was a rectangular pit more than one meter deep, which was obviously a tomb prepared for him.

After calming for a moment, information about the plot identity of the death list immediately appeared in Qin Lun's consciousness. After leaving the Broken Starry Sky, the death list seemed to be less suppressed, making it easier to summon it.

Wellington Stan, human, twenty-four years old, occupation: folk doctor. He practiced medicine for generations, but did not obtain the official medical qualification.

A folk doctor without an official license! Qin Lun's face slightly sucked. In other words, the original owner of his body was a grass-headed quack doctor with poor medical skills.

Qin Lun turned around and looked at the hunchbacked man, and Wellington's remaining memories immediately revealed his relevant information.

Frank?, human, thirty-two years old, no professional vagrant, the private servant of Wellington Stan.

He was only 32 years old? Qin Lun was slightly surprised. From Frank's ugly wrinkled appearance and the thin back of his hand tangled veins, he looked at least fifty years old.

Wellington's remaining memories show that Frank was originally an abandoned baby, picked up by Wellington's father from the wilderness. He originally wanted to sell it to a child laborer in the city workshop, but because Frank was too ugly, he was not only a hunchback, but also had some disabilities in his legs and feet, so he couldn't sell it at all, so he had to use it as a servant.

However, Frank was extremely grateful to the Stan and his son for taking in, and was loyal to the Stan family. When he was a child, he blocked many bullies from his friends for Little Wellington. When he grew up, he worked hard and made a lot of contributions to Wellington's "medical research".

For example: Go to the cemetery to help Wellington steal fresh corpses for his dissection and study...

"Master Wellington, are you not dead yet?"

At this time, Frank recovered a little and asked in a low voice. After all, he was his own master, and he had been dealing with corpses in the cemetery for many years, so he could still distinguish between dead and living people.

What does it mean to be undead! The smile of habit that Qin Lun just showed was directly extinguished, and the red light flashed in his eyes, and there was a urge to kill him directly. However, realizing that this loyal servant was of great use to him, the red light in the murderer's eyes slowly faded away.

Qin Lun stood up silently and dusted the dust on his body. He immediately found himself wearing a pair of old leather gloves and a black velvet trench coat that reached his knees. Inside was a black gentleman's vest and a white shirt with lace edges, a pair of black gift pants on his lower body, and a pair of long horse boots.

This outfit is still eye-catching. In addition to the old clothes, the white shirt is a little yellow, and the cuffs and lining are obviously damaged. He can barely be considered a decent person.

"Master Wellington, you are really not dead!" Frank was finally overjoyed when he saw Qin Lun stand up. He crawled on the ground with his limbs and hugged his master's thighs, opened his mouth wide, revealing a bit of rotten teeth full of black and yellow tartar. He started to cry and howl, and his ugly face was suddenly filled with snot and tears.

"I..." Seeing that Frank's tears and snot were covered with the legs of his pants, Qin Lun finally couldn't hold it in one breath and kicked the loyal servant to the ground.

"I've been dead for a few days... Oh no, I've been in a coma for a few days!" Qin Lun covered his face, took a deep breath, calming down his anger aroused by Frank.

"Young Master, you are dead... Oh no, you have been in a coma for almost three days!" Frank wiped his face and peeked at Qin Lun carefully, as if he was still confirming his master's life and death.

"Is there any water source nearby? Take me there!" Qin Lun ordered expressionlessly.

"Young Master, are you thirsty? I have water here!" Frank hesitated for a moment, then took out a small flat aluminum kettle from his arms.

"No, I want to clean my body!" Qin Lun frowned and took the flat pot. Although the clothes seemed to have been washed once before the burial, they are now full of the stench of corpses, so they can't just wear them out to see people.

"Cough cough cough! What is this?" Qin Lun put the flat pot to his mouth. As soon as he took a sip, he was coughing stimulatingly by the spicy and pungent smell. His fair face turned into an eggplant color.

"This... this is the kind of wine in the young master's studio... alcohol, but I didn't take much, I added some water to it!" Frank rubbed his rough hands and muttered a little embarrassedly, "It's colder at night, drinking a little can drive away the cold!"

The medical alcohol mixed with water! Qin Lun glared at his eyes, and a scarlet light appeared in his pupils, and he once again had the urge to strangle Frank to death. The murderer has never been cheated like this until now.

Close your eyes, take a few deep breaths, and barely suppressing the urge to kill in your heart. Qin Lun once again growled expressionlessly, "Lead ahead and take me to the nearby water source!"

"Oh!" Frank shrank his head and agreed, but he did not set off immediately. Instead, he squatted on the ground and groped for a while, picked up two things and handed them to Qin Lun.

Qin Lun took these two things and raised his eyebrows. This was a wide-brimmed top hat and a cane. With the moonlight, he could see that the brass hand on the top of the cane had been worn out, and it looked extremely old. It should be the inheritance of Wellington's father.

While seeing this thing, Qin Lun unconsciously put his hand into his pocket of his shirt and his face changed. This was not his habit, but the habit of the dead Young Master Stan, Wellington.

"Where is my pocket watch?" Qin Lun showed a warm smile on his face, but a red light flashed in his eyes again. From Wellington's remaining memories, he felt that the young man should have a brass pocket watch inherited from his father, which was also the most valuable item on him.

"Young Master's pocket watch..." Frank showed a hint of guilt on his face, and his eyes flashed, "I thought the young master had passed away at that time and I was dismissed!"

Qin Lun remained silent, and the red light in his eyes became more and more intense. However, when he noticed the direction Frank occasionally glanced, he was slightly stunned. At one end of the tomb, a small square stone tablet was lying peacefully in the soil.

Qin Lun's heart moved, stepped forward a few steps, helped the stone tablet up, and sighed softly. The stone tablet was engraved with the name of Wellington Stan. This is the tombstone of the young man! Instead of filling his pocket watch with his personal bag, Frank chose to erect a tombstone for him.

If you think about it carefully, although Wellington had no coffin before his death, his clothes were neat and neat, at least it would be much more decent than Frank, who was not covered in his body.

If this ugly and disabled servant had not been loyal to his master, he would have stripped Wellington's clothes and replaced himself with a cold. As for the money used as a pocket watch, it would probably be enough to exchange for this tombstone and could no longer create a coffin for young people.

Thinking of the disabled Frank carrying Wellington's body and tombstone, he touched the gloomy grove late at night. He used medical alcohol mixed with water to resist the cold wind at night, and dug out such a tomb for his master one by one.

The smile on Qin Lun's face did not diminish at all, but the red light in his eyes slowly disappeared.

"Let's go, go to the river to clean it before dawn!"

Frank's left and right feet were asymmetrical, and he limped and his speed was very slow. At this time, under the moonlight, Qin Lun found that the servant was lowered his head, and he was as tall as his, with wide shoulders and thick skeletons. If he hadn't been hunchbacked, he would have been a burly giant man.

Qin Lun did not urge Frank to follow him with a comfortable expression. From time to time, he looked at the broken tombstones and the remains of human bodies exposed on the ground with interest, calmly as if he was walking in his own backyard.

Not far from this wooded cemetery, there was a small stream. Qin Lun stripped off his clothes in a few seconds, stood naked in the stream to clean his body and clothes, until the stench on his body was diluted a lot, and then he climbed ashore again.

Frank set up a bonfire by the stream. When he saw Qin Lun coming ashore, he immediately took his clothes and roasted them by the bonfire with a branch fork.

"Master Wellington, drink another wine to warm up your body?" Frank handed the flat wine pot filled with water alcohol to Qin Lun with no eyesight.

"You! Let me go and wash it!" Qin Lun closed his smile, took the wine pot expressionlessly, kicked the hunchbacked servant into the stream.
Chapter completed!