About the same time.

Somewhere on the East Coast, underground hall.

With a "squeak", the door of the hall opened, and the steward's muse walked in, glanced briefly at the busy people in the hall, and walked straight to the exclusive seat in the depths of the hall, and then sat down.

The body spread out in the seat, relaxing as much as he could, and this lasted for a long time, when the muse suddenly opened his eyes, his long eyelashes twitched, and he felt that something was wrong.

Well, something is wrong. What's wrong?

Yes, until now, no one has sent her a cup of petal honey water with the right temperature and sweetness in time.

The muse furrowed his eyebrows, sat up straight, his eyes quickly swept the entire hall, and then noticed that something was more wrong: compared to the previous hall, although there were still many people busy in the hall at this time, the number of people was definitely not as large as before. On top of that, Franklin wasn't here.

It's-

The muse's lips pursed slightly, and the next moment he shouted and asked, "Franklin, what about the people?"

The people in the hall were busy with their heads raised, and none of them answered—they didn't dare or didn't know.

The muse was furious, his voice grew louder, and he shouted again, "I ask you, are you all deaf?" Franklin, where have you been, tell me!"

"The muse is in charge. A weak voice rang out—finally someone answered.

The muse immediately looked over and saw that it was a short wizard no more than one meter six tall, with brown hair and a lead-gray coat, looking at him nervously.

The Muse recognized that the other party was the captain of another team under hers, because of his poor ability, the team had few members, and he was not comparable to Franklin at all. And because the other party is not good-looking, and he is not as sensible as Franklin at all, he has always been ignored by her.

The muse looked at the other and said in a loud voice, "Sisko, right?"

"Uh-" The other party hesitated for a moment, but said honestly, "Muse is in charge, I'm Tom." ”

"......," the muse opened his mouth, "well, Tom, do you know where Franklin went?" tell me. ”

"Goo-dong!"

Under the muse's gaze, the wizard named Tom swallowed his saliva a little nervously, and then replied truthfully: "Back to the muse, in fact, I don't know where Franklin went, only that he suddenly left the base with most of his team a day ago, and then never came back, as if there was some mission." ”

"Huh, are you sure he left with most of his team?"

"Yes. ”

"But you don't need so many people for a normal mission, do you?" said the muse, frowning at Toms, "Tom, you contact Franklin for me and ask him what the hell is going on." ”

"Yes. Thomas didn't dare to object, and he didn't correct the wrong name, so he quickly took out a crystal ball and began to operate.

After a while, the muse waited impatiently, and asked, "Isn't it all right? so slowly, Master Tom?"

"No, no, no. Tom looked up at the muse with a slightly strange expression, "The muse is in charge, I don't know why, I can't contact them at all, they don't respond, it seems to be ......"

"Seems like what?"

"Goo-dong!"

Thomas swallowed again, and instead of speaking, he held a crystal ball high for the Muse to see.

I saw that the crystal ball was jet black, mixed with an extremely rich blood red inside, which was very ominous.

The muse looked at it, and raised his eyebrows: "Huh, something's wrong, dead?" The expression on his face didn't change much, but his tone quickly cooled down.

"Did you contact Franklin alone, or the rest of their squad?" asked the Muse to Toms.

"Everyone. Toms replied with a stirring voice, so low as not to irritate the muse.

After hearing this, the muse suddenly stopped talking, and the atmosphere in the entire hall suddenly became a little solidified, and the people who were busy in the hall all felt a strong sense of depression, and their breathing was a little unsmooth, as if a hand was stuck around their necks.

Thomas was the closest, and felt the most intensely, not only did he not breathe, but the whole person felt that he was about to suffocate, his body trembled, and he looked at Muse with wide eyes and said, "Muse is in charge...... Muse ......"

The muse looked at Tom and asked in a cold voice, "You must know something about Franklin, don't you?" Don't tell me that if you don't know anything about him, then I'll be disappointed." What the hell is going on with Franklin, tell me everything you know!"

"I ...... I ......" Tom's lips twitched a few times, and the next moment he spoke quickly - whether he really knew or guessed, there was no hiding at all.

After a few minutes, Tom looked at Muse, breathless, "Miao...... The muse is in charge, that's it...... Whew......"

"Brush", the oppressive feeling emanating from the muse disappeared, and Tom sat on the ground, gasping for breath. After gasping for most of the day, he looked up and looked at the muse carefully, and saw that the muse was expressionless, his eyes were calm, he couldn't see joy and sorrow, and he didn't know what to think. At this time, the muse is like an iceberg, which makes Tom feel even more frightened.

At this moment, the muse suddenly spoke, and said to Toms: "According to what you said, Franklin had an accident, and it was a long time ago, but he kept it from me until he and his team all died, and this time he finally couldn't hide it." ”

"Hmm. Thomas nodded.

"In that case...... "then open the pool of resurrection and bring back to life Franklin and all the dead in his squad." ”

"All resurrected? ...... the materials needed?"

"Take as much as you need from the warehouse! I know very well the materials in the warehouse, and how many people can be resurrected, so I don't need you to remind me. ”

"Well, yes, yes. Hearing this, Thomas hurried away, out of the hall, and into a mysterious stone room.

......

And then it's half a day later.

In the underground hall, the people who were originally busy had already stopped what they were doing, and their eyes were focused on a group of more than a dozen people standing in the middle of the hall.

A group of more than a dozen people, naturally the resurrected Franklin and the members of his team, although their bodies were replaced with new ones, their memories were old, and they were a little confused when they stood in the hall.

Franklin was a little better, but two days before the accident, out of caution, stored his memories. After coming out of the resurrection pool, he had some guesses about things, and at this time, he looked at the muse in front of him, and his heart was slightly uneasy and confused.

Could it be that the worst thing that happened?

So what was it that caused him to die?

Could it be that the muse steward noticed that he was hiding the problem, and in a fit of rage, killed him directly? This is unlikely, after all, he has always been very careful, and the muse steward has not been so idle.

So he went according to the plan, but the plan failed and was killed? This is even more unlikely, although the person he wants to investigate has already killed four of his subordinates before and after, but killing a team of people, including him, is it too exaggerated?

Taking a deep breath, Franklin looked up at the steward muse with this uneasiness and doubt, and was about to say something, when he suddenly saw the muse make a silent gesture towards him.

This is?

Franklin was stunned for a moment, then his eyes shrunk, and he saw a hand stretched out by Muse, aimed at him.

"Smack!"

With a sound, as soon as the muse's hand was shaken, Franklin felt the air around him gather violently towards his body, and then smashed on him like a giant hammer.

With a "click", Franklin felt a pain all over his body, the sound of bones breaking, and the whole person fell to the ground uncontrollably.

And the muse didn't want to let him go easily, his hands continued to clench, and the air around him kept pounding, shattering every inch of his body and giving him the most intense pain.

There is nothing about this pain - there is a limit to physical pain after all, and endless mental torture is even more terrifying.

At the same time as being attacked by the air, Franklin sensed that an irresistible spiritual force crashed into his brain, enveloping every bit of his consciousness, and then shattering little by little. For a moment, it was as if the soul was being burned by the flames of hell.

"Ahh

Franklin let out a scream, his eyes bulging, and he rolled on the floor of the hall.

Everyone watched and was silent, but the muse was unmoved and continued to clench his palms.

Franklin's whole body began to curl up, slowly shrinking into a ball, and there was no scream in his throat, only the meaningless roar of "puppet".

In the end, even the roar disappeared, and it turned into an indiscernible corpse.

The muse glanced at it, felt that the corpse was an eyesore, and his hand was clenched again, and with a "poof", Franklin's corpse, like an orange that had been caught, was instantly pinched and exploded. The difference is that the orange is pinched and popped, and the juice and flesh are splashed, while Franklin is pinched and popped, and the blood and flesh are splashed in all directions.

For a moment, the muse glanced at the ground covered in blood and flesh, and snorted softly, the emotion in his heart not being relieved. Tilting his head slightly to the side, he shouted coldly to the wizard who was one meter six tall: "Towndoth, go, resurrect Franklin a second time!"

"Huh?" After about a second, Tom realized that the Muse was talking to him, and did not dare to say a no, and ran out of the hall again, and mourned for Franklin for a tenth of a second.