In Qingyi's vision, the urban supervision system is an indispensable link.

Throughout the ages, although people in high positions can decide the life and death of their children in a single sentence and enjoy the highest luxury and wealth in the world, they are also more painful and vulnerable than anyone else. They are always walking on thin ice and trembling, and they must be wary of anyone, not even their own relatives.

Qingyi is the same, from the moment he became a king, he was destined to be lonely. The words "lonely" and "widowed" faithfully define this profession. He can't be gullible, or he will be ruined in a minute - taking care of Sa'er, Annikir and his subordinates is something that only he can do, and once he loses the throne, then he will not be able to protect these people with deep affection. As the Necromantic King, he is luckier than other emperors, because the necromantic creatures are absolutely obedient to the strong; But he is more unfortunate than other emperors, because the necromantic creatures exist by any means to survive, extremely selfish, extremely cold, without pity or sympathy, and difficult to cultivate loyalty.

Although there is a human form, but there is no humanity, this is a necromantic creature.

He was once skeptical, shaken, confused, and in pain, but the Halloween event saved him. For the first time, he discovered that his subordinates were not without similarities with other intelligent races: Stram was reckless and easily excited; Fermat was always inexplicably enthusiastic and high-spirited; Walterpole Cullen always likes to make bad jokes; Master Patra was serious and persistent, and regarded architecture as a lifelong career; Frankie is loyal, courageous, strong, and fearless; Perls is religious, but not blindly obedient; Oskol is good at politeness and compliments, and knows how to take care of other people's feelings; The black mother hides a loving heart under the cold appearance; Nav is proud, confident, does not bow to difficulties, is obviously a girl, but is as stubborn as a bull; Brian studied and worked silently, never stealing the limelight from others, but did better than anyone else at critical moments...... Are these subordinates from necromantic creatures inhumane?! They don't live for instinct, they live for emotion!

Not to mention...... The most striking example of this is the mentor Robert. Qingyi will never forget the scene that is deeply imprinted in his heart: he is holding the head of the old skeleton, but there is nothing he can do. The pain of life and death, he never wants to experience it a second time in his life. It was Robert who awakened his humanity; It was Robert, in the name of "the essential knowledge of a qualified king", that taught him "goodness"; It was Robert who made him understand that necromantic creatures also weep at the cost of dissipation.

After the Halloween event, Qingyi regains his trust in his subordinates, but at the same time, he must also ensure that the throne will not waver. Robert had died for him, and he didn't want to let a similar tragedy happen again because of his incompetence. He must grasp all the information in his sphere of influence in order to fight without worries. Therefore, in Qingyi's vision, the urban supervision system is an indispensable link.

Wumu is the person entrusted by Qingyi. She was born in [Soul Transformation] and has absolute loyalty to Qingyi; She has a cold personality and does not get along with anyone, but she is able to exercise the right of observation objectively and without losing bias; Her mind is delicate, and with the eyes and ears of the ghost, she can observe all the subtleties; Her soul force field is strong, but her combat ability is low, and she is only suitable for sitting in the center and dispatching everything. As a result, her status rose to become the most visible person in power in the "City of Waiting".

It was precisely because of the heavy responsibility that Wu Mu did not appear in the handicraft workshop to observe the creation of the "Immortal Military Flag", but sat quietly in the nursery, pushing the cradle for Anigil, while listening to the ghost's cry that sounded like a chaotic but actually contained countless information. Bands of blue rune light flowed in all directions, connecting her and her child like a flower chain blown by the breeze. The fragrance of nightshade emanated from her, making the baby fall to sleep.

"What kind of dreams are you dreaming, little darling?" The young widow gently rubbed the baby's little face, with a smile that was not easy to show. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it, and she couldn't help but brush the sideburns in her ears and bow her head to kiss Anigil's forehead. The kiss was so gentle that he didn't wake up at all, just smashed his mouth, probably looking for his mother's nipple in his dream.

Wu Mu looked up, and when she was halfway up, her body trembled, and her smile disappeared. Still, she straightened up quietly and looked at the figure standing in the doorway. The man didn't know what method he used, and even the wall lamp of the soul fire couldn't illuminate his face.

"Who are you? Why can't I feel your soul wavelength? Our Lady in black asked in a low voice.

"I'm Mr. Black, you can just call me Black. As for why you don't notice it, it's a secret. The other party said.

"What's the matter with me?"

"Kill you."

Wumu nodded calmly: "I understand." But I'm not going to die that easily. ”

"Oh, you will. I have chips. ”

Mr. Black's voice had come from the other side of the cradle—he had quietly come to Anigil as he spoke, but Wumu could not stop him! She watched as the baby had an extra black hand on her neck, but she couldn't do anything. With a slight twist of this hand, Anigil would have died.

"It is forbidden to emit any soul wavelength and cut the [soul umbilical cord]. Also, no ghosts are allowed to appear within 50 meters of this room. Mr. Black's voice was unhurried, as if he were a chess player who had everything in his hands, and Wumu, as a pawn, could not pose a threat.

Wumu gave in. The rune ribbon shattered, and the scattered runes fell to the ground like withered flowers, and disappeared. She stared at the other party's hand tightly and said in a trembling voice, "Are you satisfied?" ”

"Not satisfied. If you maintain the [Soul Umbilical Cord], the Soul Fire will remain at its peak, and I will never be able to solve you in a short period of time. As long as you sacrifice this baby, you can send a message to the June sunshine and escape...... It's stupid to have your life in jeopardy. ”

"That's my child." Wumu Road.

"No, that's not. That's the orphan that June Sunshine picked up, it's a living being, and it's not related to you. Mr. Black raised his voice, as if angry.

"That's my child." Wu Mu still said, very simply closed her eyes and put her hands on her knees. "He needs me, and he loves me. Kill me, please don't hurt him. ”

Mr. Black was stunned for a moment, and then appeared behind Wu Mu. He bent down, pressed his face close to Wumu's neck, and slowly and gently wrapped his arms around Wumu's shoulders: "You are different from other necromantic creatures. You can treat children of other races as your own, and you respect all life. ”

Wumu did not speak, waiting for the impending execution.

"You're betraying June Sunshine." Mr. Black suddenly said, "Your presence is in the way, but I have changed my mind. As long as you promise not to be my enemy, I will let you live. Don't talk about the nonsense that those born from the 'Starry Night Gate' must obey the Necromantic King, if that were the case, the many Necromantic Empires would not have disappeared into history. ”

Wumu said lightly: "Are you shaken? ”

"Hehe, there's no point in tempting me with words. I want to stop June Sunshine from continuing to grow stronger, and I only target him alone, and I don't care about the life and death of people at all. Think about it, is he cruel, perverted, disrespectful of life, worthy of your allegiance? ”

"No, Your Majesty is also a ...... who respects life"

Before she could finish her sentence, her arm was torn off by a huge force, and black blood was spilled on the ground. But she didn't say anything.

Mr. Black sighed, "I don't like unnutritious conversations, I don't like them in my heart. I don't like to abuse pregnant women, but sometimes people have to do something they don't like...... Am I excusing myself or Junesunshine? Talking to himself, he used his strength again to pull Wu Mu by the waist.

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When Qingyi rushed to the nursery, he saw only pieces of meat and black rags all over the floor; The range of their sputtering is so great that even the ceiling and walls are covered with black flowers. I don't know what kind of hatred the person did to Wu Mu, and he actually tore her head in half. Anigil was still sleeping quietly, with a black blood mark on her face.

Xue Duo shouted: "So cruel! "His screams were so loud that he woke the baby up. A loud cry immediately echoed through the room, disturbing the heart.

"What's wrong?" Su'er was forbidden to enter, so she could only ask anxiously outside the room. But no one paid any attention to her.

Nave's lips twitched, and she said, "This doesn't look like venting your anger. It is impossible for a murderer to waste a short time of action in venting his anger. Is it a warning? ”

"It's too arrogant." Frankie said gloomily, twitching his nose, trying to search for the murderer from the smell: "There is no trace. ”

"Tearing people apart? This kind of berserk power is obviously not something that ordinary people can possess. Waltpole gasped, "At least the necromantic beasts I've trained can't do it." ”

"Didn't Wumu resist? Didn't even make a sound? Otherwise, how could Anniegill stay asleep all the time? Strunm raised another issue of concern.

"No, even her soul has dissipated. The fire of her soul was dissipated by a blow that could have made her more painful than a broken limb. She actually ...... Endure until you die? Brian muttered.

Qingyi tried to use [Soul Transformation], then shrugged: "No...... Cannot be recycled. [Soul Transformation] cannot be converted twice. Fermat, can you use [recycling]? ”

"It's too shattered to do it. The murderer must have known my skills, so he chose to break the corpse and have the intention of killing her. "Fermat is honest.

"Then let's all disperse. Stay safe. Qingyi waved his hand, and several flesh slimes squirmed into the room and began to clean up.

After everyone left, Qingyi found that Suo'er hadn't left yet. As if she knew what was going on, she covered her face and cried. Her eyes were swollen from crying, and the crying was mixed with the crying of Anigill in the room, which was heart-wrenching. She sobbed and spoke intermittently: "Dad, Aunt Wumu, dead, dead, dead, why, everyone, everyone doesn't cry, cry?" ”

"Why are people crying?" Qingyi asked rhetorically: "Even if it's you, are you very close to her?" Actually, I haven't said a few words, have I? ”

"No, it's not! Although, although my aunt doesn't like to talk or talk, she often strokes my hair! She also helped me tie my braids, she helped me wash my clothes, clothes...... She smiled at me! She is, she is such a gentle person! Suo'er yelled at Qingyi, her face flushed, and water kept flowing down her eyes.

"yes, it's a shame that she's dead, right?" Qingyi sighed: "It's really a pity. ”

"So, so!" Su'er was already crying into tears, and every cry she cried made her throat more hoarse: "So shouldn't everyone feel sad?" Why not, not a single one shed a tear! ”

"Necromantic tears are not cheap." Qingyi Road.

Su'er was crying loudly, but she was suddenly stunned. The look in her eyes shattered like glass, which made Qingyi feel very distressed. But even so, Qingyi still finished his words with an indifferent face:

"I didn't understand it at first, but now I do. We necromantic creatures never shed tears easily, because there are so many things worth crying that once we cry, we have to cry until our souls dissipate. Crying is just useless, and if you want to survive in this cruel world, you have to be strong enough and strong enough to be fearless. At that time, no one will laugh at our tears, because all have become our kind. ”

He patted Sao'er on the shoulder and said as gently as possible, "Let's go." ”