Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 137: There is no 8-hour work schedule in the Soul World!

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Jingling Pavilion.

A ray of sunlight came into the room through the window, and Frank, who was lying on the bed covered in bandages, slowly opened his eyes.

What you see is the old wooden ceiling.

The location where the ceilings are connected to each other, because they have not been repaired all the year round, has been lifted by the swelling of rain bubbles. If you look closely, you can still see the moth-eaten marks on the wooden boards.

This is a loft with very simple furnishings.

Except for the bed and bedding underneath which were patched together with wooden boards at zero hours and fell asleep, there is only one chandelier hanging on the ceiling in the entire attic.

Although the decoration is simple, Frank is at ease because this is Jingling Pavilion.

"I...didn't die?"

This was the first thought that came to Frank's mind, but the intense pain immediately made him take a cold breath, feeling like his bones and muscles were run over by a car.

This is good news.

Because he will feel pain, it can prove that he is alive!

It’s a good thing to be alive, but it’s also a pity...

The memory appeared little by little, and Frank's eyes flashed with darkness. After all, he still failed to avenge Gwen.

Frank sighed and got up from the bed.

Looking at only half of his left arm and the bow-tie bandaging technique, Frank couldn't help showing a dumbfounded expression.

This kind of bandaging technique full of little girl's style, at first glance, Yinmeng did it.

According to his habit, just the wasted bandage on the big bow would be enough to wrap up one more circle.

Frank did not feel sad because of the loss of an arm. After all, it was a miracle to be alive under the circumstances at the time.

Get up and get dressed.

Frank packed up and went downstairs.

In the living room.

Yinmeng holding a large bowl of ice cream, sitting on the sofa barefoot, eating and watching TV, intently said: "You don't have to move around for a while, or if the wound collapses, don't look for it. Me."

Frank showed a bitter face, nodded, and said: "Where is Lord? I want to ask him something."

Yinmeng raised his finger and pointed to the direction of the underground space: "Brother is in the playground, but I suggest you go there later."

"Why?" Frank wondered.

"My brother is doing'knife Zen' and doesn't like being disturbed. Don't blame me for not reminding you. It's better not to go if you don't want to be beaten." The time between Yinmeng's words is another two spoons of ice cream. , Eyes still staring at the cartoon on TV.

"Then I'll go down and wait for him." Frank glanced at the TV, which showed cats and mice, shook his head and walked towards the underground space.

In the playground.

Lord sits cross-legged on a flat ground, Zhanpakutō is placed across his legs, his eyes closed as if he is meditating.

As soon as Frank got down, Lord opened his eyes.

"Still not working..."

Lord sighed, helplessness flashed across his eyes.

He insisted on talking to Zanpakuto every day, but every time he was forcibly ‘kicked’ out of his inner world without exception.

Are there any Grim Reapers worse than him?

It is estimated that the entire history of the corpse soul world can't reveal a few people, the **** of death who was rejected by his own Zanpaku?

But it's okay!

Who makes him greedy for others' abilities? As long as he perseveres, Zanpai Dao will follow him sooner or later!

Seeing Frank walking towards him, Lord cleared up his mood and raised his head and asked: "You came to me to ask what happened that day?"

Frank nodded and said in a deep voice: "Yes, I want to ask, how is Kim and that Xu?"

Lord sighed slightly and said the words he had prepared: "It's a pity that when I arrive, I can only save you in time. As for Jin Bin...he was taken away. "

Frank's expression changed a little, and he asked in confusion: "Who took Jin and merged?"

"It's a Quincy..."

Lord said regretfully: "Hasward appeared suddenly and took away Jin Bin."

Hasward...

As soon as he heard the name, Frank's heart sank and his face turned pale.

During the last New York war, although he did not witness it with his own eyes, he felt the terrifying spiritual pressure at a distance of dozens of blocks, as if he was going to crush the whole person. Still fresh in his memory!

An enemy that can't even be stopped by the captain, Lord is even less likely to stop it.

Frank said again: "Where is that imaginary?"

Lord shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity that when the Xu saw me coming, he had already escaped through the virtual cavity."

Run away...

This result made Frank a little unacceptable, and he cried out in surprise, "Are you kidding? With your strength, you can actually make it escape?"

Lord didn’t lift his eyelids, he said in a cold voice, "I would like to thank you for speaking of this. If you didn’t give it an arm, it wouldn’t be able to evolve into Yachukas. , It’s even impossible to open the virtual cavity."

"..."

Frank was speechless, completely speechless.

What does Acchukas mean? He has seen from the [100 Things Death Must Know] that he already has a human-level IQ, and it is normal to see Lord running away.

By the way.

This book was compiled by Yinmeng, and the content is about some common sense questions about the gods of death and the imaginary.

"One more thing."

Lord took out a mobile phone from his arms, threw it to Frank, and said: "Take this mobile phone, don't lose it."

"What's this for?" Frank took the cellphone, fiddled with it a few times, and asked with a look of confusion.

"This is called a messenger machine." Lord said lightly: "The various teams in the corpse soul world are used to convey orders to the gods of death and detect surrounding spirits."

Frank looked at the phone, and suddenly a hint of ominous premonition arose: "You gave me this, not thinking about..."

"Yes!"

Lord nodded solemnly and said: "The order of the Soul World has been issued. Starting today, you are the official death **** in charge of the New York area."

Frank’s mouth twitched: "New York...I’m in charge?"

Lord nodded, and said: "Yes, it's like the supernatural body, killing some invading voids in the world, these tasks are all yours."

"Wait..."

The amount of information was a bit large for a while, Frank covered his forehead and asked: "I did it all, then what are you doing?"

Lord looked as it should be: "I, of course, is responsible for supervising you."

"Do you know how old New York is? Just because I am a **** of death, I can't do it to death!" Frank took a few deep breaths to avoid letting himself be mad.

"It's okay~"

Lord showed a kind smile: "The **** of death will not be exhausted~IndoMTL.com~ and there is no eight-hour work schedule in the soul world."

"But...then what will I do if I don't finish it?" Frank was still a little unwilling and tried to struggle again.

"Will die."

"..."

Frank was in a trance, feeling as if he had joined a black-hearted company.

No holidays...

There is no eight-hour work schedule...

No bonus and salary...

Twenty-four hours a year throughout the year, if you dare to ask for leave, you will die. Capitalists will call their experts when they see it!

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