I was about to be eaten again.

Daosan Hanyu opened his eyes, and there was still a trace of casualness in his eyes.

This is a magnificent palace, filled with high-class nobles.

There are kings, princes, generals and ministers of the Eastern powers, and noble princesses of the Western countries.

They did not have any unnecessary eyes or physical communication between them, like stiff puppets, like being lifted up, dancing in veneer, or drinking.

But when Hanyu Daosan opened his eyes, all the guests' eyes turned, as round as glass beads, and the whites of their eyes turned to the front.

All the "visits" of the entire palace gathered over.

The people in the palace were crowded like ghosts, and they slowly filled the palace. Everyone had a pair of knives and forks or set of bowls and chopsticks on their hands.

The accidental collision between the tableware makes a slight collision sound of metal objects.

Everyone began to squeeze into the side of Hanyu Dao San, and a rich fragrance spread into Hanyu Dao San's nose.

It's time to eat.

Hanyu Dao raised his head and saw him lying flat on the dining table, his whole body was dissected, emitting an attractive fragrance from the inside to the outside.

Even Dao San Hanyu was intoxicated with this smell of meat. I couldn't help but make a bowl of it.

Hanyu Dao San tried to move, but his hands seemed to be bound by an invisible rope.

The diners kept their saliva and their eyes were filled with various desires, pressing Hanyu Dao San under them.

"No, come again?"

Dao San Hanyu complained speechlessly, this was not as good as last night. There was a god of death in his dream that was so angry that he was in a state of death.

Outside the dream, an undetectable gray mist was released from the body of Hanyu Dao San, who was lying flat, spreading out like waves. The roommates resting around Hanyu Dao San's side had their expressions even more distorted.

In the dream, there was also gray fog on Dao San’s body spreading out like fluctuations.

When the gray fog touched the diners, they did not resist at all, and turned from skin to bone without any obstacles to ashes. Then the entire palace began to collapse and the world turned upside down.

"Um?"

Hanyu Dao San snorted lightly and opened his eyes calmly.

It turns out that everything is just a dream.

Dao San turned his head and looked over. His roommates either frown or had slightly cramped.

And as Hanyu Dao San woke up, they also opened their terrified eyes.

"Wow, fortunately I woke up early, so why would I be eaten again?" A bare-armed man stroked his bald head in shock.

A man with a beard next to him had just woken up, saliva hanging on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were dull and unconscious, "I dreamed that I was in a white world, running, running, running, and running, and I couldn't wake up."

"Why are you running? Isn't it good to just sleep in your dream?"

"Dao San, what kind of dream did you have?" someone asked Dao San beside him.

"Me?" Hanyu Dasan covered his embarrassment with a smile, "It's still like that, being tied to the dining table and being shared."

The lounge gradually became noisy, the men's desire for victory and defeat began to cause trouble, and the topic gradually changed from nightmare to whose dream it was more scary.

Hanyu Dao San did not participate in this inexplicable topic, but stood in front of the window and looked into the distance.

This is Runlin'an, the west area of ​​Liuhun Street in the Corpse Soul Realm. It is the richest and safest area in Liuhun Street.

But as the souls of the outside world, they have to gain a foothold here and pay at least fifteen hours of working hours a day.

They will have an hour lunch break at noon, not because of the mercy of the store manager.

Because I left work at 5 a.m. and rested at 11 a.m., without the rest of the batch at noon, these ordinary souls could not hold on at all.

However, all the hard work is worth it.

As long as he works hard for another month, he can obtain Runlin'an's residence permit as agreed before.

Then he will change jobs, or ask for a salary, and work hard for a few more years, and he will be able to own his own thatched house in Runlin'an and become a legal resident of Liuhun District 1.

However, this nap has become a torture in recent times. No, it should be said that all sleep rest has become torment.

As long as their cheap laborers fall asleep, they will have nightmares, and they will definitely be nightmares that make them suffer and neurasthenia.

Wandering souls can also have nightmares?

have no idea.

And among this group of unlucky people.

Hanyu Dao San himself is an alternative.

Dao San looked into the distance.

Even if nothing unexpected happens, I may be the initiator of this incident.

At first he didn't feel anything, but after a long time, Dao San Hanyu discovered something was wrong.

As long as Dao San is asleep, the sleeping roommates around him will fall into a terrifying nightmare cycle, and it is the kind of nightmare that everyone is afraid of from the bottom of their hearts.

Hanyu Dao San is the first to wake up every time.

And if he sinks into a nightmare, the people around him will fall into a nightmare cycle and can only wait to be woken up by others.

What dirty things are you contaminated with?

Shake your head and don't let yourself think about this.

Hanyu Dao Mi stood in front of the back window and looked at the scenery outside.

From this angle, you can see the empty room area in the distance.

It is said that when an outsider approaches that area, the barrier will trigger and raise the wall.

In that mysterious barrier, the master of this kingdom of death, who is named Death, possesses the most extreme force, power and financial power in this Kingdom of Death.

Shaking his head, Hanyu Dao San laughed at himself.

These are too far away from me, why do you think so much?

Now let’s solve the problem of residence permit first. Your own scenery is in the distant future, not in the present.

Turning back, Daosan Hanyu looked at his roommates who were noisy, blushing but still had fear.

He doesn't want to cause trouble for anyone.

But, I'm sorry, he needs this job very much, very much.

"Hanyu Dao San, it's time for you to go to work!"

"Hi!"

Hanyu Daomi rolled up his sleeves and said that the work was very hard. Even if they were having lunch, they usually didn’t have the energy to take off their aprons.

"Hanyu Dao San, go and drag the ground."

"Dao San, 5 tables of dishes."

"Hanyu Dao San, it's time to enter the next step in the wine jar."

Hanyu Dao Mian has a special green plum wine. He is the brewer of Izakaya, but it is useless and cannot get the wages.

For the residence permit, he needs and is willing to pay more free labor.

The work is very hard.

But in this world filled with hunger and death, living just requires all your strength.

...

On the roof opposite the Izakaya, a group of death gods in black costumes opened the barrier and looked at the Izakaya in front of them without restraint.

"Hanyu Dao San, born in District 49 of Nanliuhun Street, later settled in District 11 of Xiliuhun Street. He came to Ruilin'an three months ago and became the brewer of this Kobayashi Izakaya, so he obtained the right to stay in Ruilin'an."

"Last night, Ruilin'an, Dongyi Street, 123 souls fell into a terrible dream. At the same time, an extremely strange spiritual pressure appeared here."

"After the investigation of the 12th team, it was determined that the source of the abnormality was Hanyu Dao San."

"The reason for the strange spiritual pressure is being evaluated now."

The deputy captain of the 10th team was acting as the deputy captain of Matsumoto Rankuzu with orange hair and cheeks flushed because of a hangover. The nine members of the 12th team standing beside him.

Matsumoto Rankuki took the task of fielding attack on Xu for a day, and then he stayed outside for two days to fish. Unexpectedly, he encountered such an interesting thing again at night.

Matsumoto Ranju opened his drunken eyes, and the faint sweetness of plum blossoms was faintly breathing. A gentle sound of wine made a wave of turbulent waves in front of her chest.

When Hanyu Dao San was sleeping, Matsumoto Ranju could feel a little slight fluctuation of spiritual pressure, but can simple spiritual pressure affect such a great change?

Unheard of.

"Does that crazy scientist need to use this old-fashioned observation method?"

Neikari, who had just taken office for less than ten years, acted very erratic. Some evil experiments have caused anger among many people in Jingling Court.

The white coat glanced at Matsumoto Rankuki, "When the incident happened last night, Taidaochuan Goji tried to intervene mentally."

The 12th team, Taidao Chuanli, holds the Zanpakura, which is the first interrogator of the Thirteenth Team of the Guting Team.

But spirit

When dealing with a child, he actually used this vicious method. Nie Kaori's reputation was really not in vain.

"And then." Matsumoto Ranku's attitude suddenly changed like a cat, changing his cynical personality and looking serious.

The white-coat teamman's eyes were slightly bulging and his voice trembled slightly. "Five seats have been sent to the Fourth Team Hospital. She seems to have a mental problem and she is still unconscious."

A young devil who has not been trained causes a 13th rank officer to fall into a coma?

joke.
Chapter completed!