Chapter 102
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[Hell·Depth One]
Outside the cabin was a desolate ancient city ruins, with bones and decaying steel scattered everywhere, as if it had experienced a disaster, yet it seemed like it hadn't, just decayed.
Everything was silent, as if the entire city had died, turning into ruins.
Only behind that broken colossal arch, in the sky, it seemed like something had awakened, opening its eyes, with huge pupils overlooking him like a moon.
Between the sky that resembled a rotting pile and the land that resembled ruins, pale faces fluttered like butterflies under the blood-red moonlight.
The coldness was like viscous seawater, gradually engulfing him.
Taking away all warmth...
Huai Shi couldn't help but start panting, the fear and unease conveyed in his memories were like tidal waves, constantly crashing against him.
He could only continuously strip away those negative emotions from himself, turning them into ashes. Even so, he still couldn't stop the piercing coldness.
The pain, like a venomous poison, screamed deep in his consciousness. The test subject roared, cried, and struggled, but no one spoke to him throughout.
Only violent tremors began once again.
The depth gauge displayed once again: [Depth Three]
A rumbling sound came from outside the cabin, the deafening noise of countless heavy machinery operating, and what met the eye was the surging lava beneath the hollow ground, as well as the rust-covered assembly lines.
This was a project built on top of hell, with massive assembly lines constantly rotating. Countless people hung from the crimson hooks as if they were still alive, struggling incessantly, crying out in despair. With the rotation of the assembly lines, they were sent one by one into the workshop, where they were cut and crushed, their pitiful screams disappearing. In the end, only the sharp wailing of steel friction remained.
Finally, they transformed from assembly lines into tables, chairs, desk lamps, clocks, and bronze mirrors, and were sent into the darkest depths.
[Depth Seven]
War.
War was like floods and flames, engulfing everything.
The roar of battle filled the ears, monsters fought each other, and thousands of giants gathered together, covered in steel, roaring like slaves under their masters' whip, stepping on corpses as they advanced.
Those chains pulled on the necks of even larger creatures.
Those dozen or so women who were hundreds of meters tall.
They were naked, their flaxen hair burning with flames, wailing and crying, being dragged forward, singing aloud in pain and despair. Hot blood dripped from the torn wounds on their backs, and broken halos hung above their heads.
Their singing was hoarse and piercing.
Praising the dead gods.
[Depth Nine]
Endless ocean, boiling primordial soup, massive behemoths and monsters devouring each other, turning into ashes in the thunder and magma from the cracked earth, and starting the futile cycle once again.
[Depth Ten]
Darkness, endless darkness in the desolation. In the midst of it, a figure sat quietly on an iron stone, like a prisoner. He spoke, he sang, he danced.
Waiting for death.
[Depth ???]
Chaos, a dazzling light, death, destruction, gods, despair, despair, despair, despair, despair...
...
In the endless fall, he learned fear, began screaming, and fell into madness.
Finally, he understood despair.
At the very end, at the moment when everything was about to be destroyed, that person instinctively shouted out that name.
"Mother..."
And then, everything came to a halt.
Darkness struck.
He woke up, free from the ignorance and shackles of an ordinary person.
The soul manifested.
Sublimation began.
.
.
Huai Shi opened his eyes and stared blankly at the sky.
After a long time, he finally reacted.
Even though he had long been accustomed to fear, when he transformed into the Red Glove, he still couldn't resist the despair and pain he had once experienced.
It was as if throwing a person into the deep sea and forcing them to grow gills.
Too brutal.
Brutal as if life had no meaning at all.
"Damn it..."
He felt a sharp pain in his head, slowly propped himself up, drank the awakening tea Crow handed him in one gulp, and finally felt a little relieved after a long time.
"It seems that the effect of the Hell Depth Tour is quite good."
Crow whistled, "That guy, Red Glove, probably underwent a split operation to prevent information leakage after death. The remaining records are a mess, and the most valuable part is probably this section."
"That organization... was he..."
"That's right. During the Cold War more than sixty years ago, to deal with the pressure from East Xia and the Russian Union on the Eastern Front, the Holy Roman Empire at that time made the decision to create the Sublimator Legion through racial selection and genetic modification.
This plan was called the Fountain of Life.
What you saw should be their method of artificial sublimation, which is too brutal. They forcibly threw people into hell to gamble.
In the end, only thirty-one people successfully sublimated, and Red Glove was one of them. Later, due to the aftereffects, only four remained, and the plan was stopped."
"...you mean, Red Glove is actually over sixty years old?" Huai Shi couldn't believe it.
"Yeah, that's right. How does it feel to beat up an old man?"
"..."
Thinking about how he was almost hung up and beaten by an already half-disabled old man, Huai Shi felt a sense of absurdity. But what surprised him even more was, "The places he had been to, were they really hell?"
There really existed hell in this world?
Although he had heard it many times, he never took it to heart until he witnessed it with his own eyes, realizing that such a bizarre place actually existed."To be precise, any place that is excluded from the border can be called hell. What the Red Glove experienced should be the fragments of the abyss found by the Byzantines when they explored outside the border, most of which are worthless places.
But if you want to understand it literally, Huai Shi, there indeed exists hell in this world, but they are not the world after death, but the world that has already died - a tomb piled up by the wreckage of countless epochs.
Anything can happen there..."
"A dead world?" Huai Shi asked, "Can the world die too?"
"Just as people will die, everything will eventually disappear - if you think that is death, then it is death." Crow said calmly: "But I prefer to call it Nirvana and rebirth, a cycle."
"Alright, that's enough for tonight, you should go to sleep."
Crow turned around and flew to the basement with her wings spread.
Huai Shi, on the other hand, got up and headed to his bedroom upstairs.
At that moment, their movements both paused, and they turned their heads to look at each other without any agreement.
They both felt the anomaly from the Book of Destiny.
Huai Shi reached out, and the Book of Destiny appeared again.
But this time, it was not as tranquil as before. The Book of Destiny was slightly vibrating, as if it had received some kind of call, conveying some kind of message to Huai Shi.
This was the first time the Book of Destiny actively revealed any abnormal signs to Huai Shi.
Huai Shi looked at it in astonishment, and finally turned to Crow.
"What's going on?"
Crow was silent, as if discerning something. After a while, she suddenly chuckled softly.
"How interesting..."
She asked, "When do you start school?"
"The day after tomorrow, Monday. Why?"
Crow nodded, "So you're free tomorrow?"
"Yes."
"Hmm, since we have some rare free time..."
After pondering for a moment, Crow flirtatiously threw him a wink: "How about we go on a date?"
"..."
Huai Shi rolled his eyes, waved his hand, and turned to walk to his bedroom.
This woman has finally gone crazy.
Strangely, before falling asleep... he suddenly thought, if only it had been her human form who had just spoken to him.
So, he didn't sleep all night.
.
.
The next day, early in the morning, Huai Shi was woken up by Crow.
With a small backpack on her back, Crow, full of anticipation, was hopping on his chest: "Wake up, wake up, young man, a man who is not punctual will not win the favor of a lady."
"Have you washed your hair?"
"Have you washed your face?"
"Have you brushed your teeth?"
"Have you changed into new clothes?"
"Have you prepared the gifts and flowers for the meeting?"
Amidst Crow's noise attack, Huai Shi moved around the house listlessly, with dark circles under his eyes, like a walking corpse. He changed his clothes, washed his face and brushed his teeth, sat at the dining table, and blankly stuffed the breakfast brought by Uncle Fang into his mouth, finally tilting his head back and gulping down a whole pot of coffee.
Then he looked at the time on the wall.
Half past six.
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"Are you crazy!" Huai Shi was furious: "Even if it's a date, who the hell makes a date at half past six in the morning! The park isn't even open yet!"
Crow didn't pay him any mind.
She was talking to Uncle Fang at the moment.
And Uncle Fang bent down to give her a small flower he had picked from the nursery in the morning, smiling and praising: "The lady today looks exceptionally energetic."
Crow took the flower with one wing and looked at Huai Shi with a disappointed look: "Look at Uncle Fang, then look at you, learn something!"
Huai Shi snorted, they were all old foxes, who are you trying to fool, sister.
"Master, respecting the beauty of a lady is a necessary virtue for a gentleman."
Uncle Fang said as he helped him put on his coat. Then, after they had packed their things, he helped them open the door, and the car he had booked for the day was already waiting in the courtyard.
"Sir, please."
The driver in uniform, wearing white gloves, bowed to Huai Shi and then opened the car door for him.
Finally, Uncle Fang put the bag containing sunscreen, umbrella, and coat into the trunk, nodded to them and said goodbye: "I have reserved lunch and flowers at the Brown Restaurant in the city center, as well as a boat ticket for the park for the two of you. I wish you a pleasant day."
"Do you see? How terrifying it is when a man becomes meticulous."
Crow whispered on Huai Shi's shoulder: "Learn something, little brother, if you had a third of Uncle Fang's skills, I wouldn't worry about you being a bachelor for life."
Huai Shi didn't know what to say anymore.
He looked at Uncle Fang with an incredibly reverent gaze.
Uncle Fang... is so terrifying!
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[Hell·Depth One]
Outside the cabin was a desolate ancient city ruins, with bones and decaying steel scattered everywhere, as if it had experienced a disaster, yet it seemed like it hadn't, just decayed.
Everything was silent, as if the entire city had died, turning into ruins.
Only behind that broken colossal arch, in the sky, it seemed like something had awakened, opening its eyes, with huge pupils overlooking him like a moon.
Between the sky that resembled a rotting pile and the land that resembled ruins, pale faces fluttered like butterflies under the blood-red moonlight.
The coldness was like viscous seawater, gradually engulfing him.
Taking away all warmth...
Huai Shi couldn't help but start panting, the fear and unease conveyed in his memories were like tidal waves, constantly crashing against him.
He could only continuously strip away those negative emotions from himself, turning them into ashes. Even so, he still couldn't stop the piercing coldness.
The pain, like a venomous poison, screamed deep in his consciousness. The test subject roared, cried, and struggled, but no one spoke to him throughout.
Only violent tremors began once again.
The depth gauge displayed once again: [Depth Three]
A rumbling sound came from outside the cabin, the deafening noise of countless heavy machinery operating, and what met the eye was the surging lava beneath the hollow ground, as well as the rust-covered assembly lines.
This was a project built on top of hell, with massive assembly lines constantly rotating. Countless people hung from the crimson hooks as if they were still alive, struggling incessantly, crying out in despair. With the rotation of the assembly lines, they were sent one by one into the workshop, where they were cut and crushed, their pitiful screams disappearing. In the end, only the sharp wailing of steel friction remained.
Finally, they transformed from assembly lines into tables, chairs, desk lamps, clocks, and bronze mirrors, and were sent into the darkest depths.
[Depth Seven]
War.
War was like floods and flames, engulfing everything.
The roar of battle filled the ears, monsters fought each other, and thousands of giants gathered together, covered in steel, roaring like slaves under their masters' whip, stepping on corpses as they advanced.
Those chains pulled on the necks of even larger creatures.
Those dozen or so women who were hundreds of meters tall.
They were naked, their flaxen hair burning with flames, wailing and crying, being dragged forward, singing aloud in pain and despair. Hot blood dripped from the torn wounds on their backs, and broken halos hung above their heads.
Their singing was hoarse and piercing.
Praising the dead gods.
[Depth Nine]
Endless ocean, boiling primordial soup, massive behemoths and monsters devouring each other, turning into ashes in the thunder and magma from the cracked earth, and starting the futile cycle once again.
[Depth Ten]
Darkness, endless darkness in the desolation. In the midst of it, a figure sat quietly on an iron stone, like a prisoner. He spoke, he sang, he danced.
Waiting for death.
[Depth ???]
Chaos, a dazzling light, death, destruction, gods, despair, despair, despair, despair, despair...
...
In the endless fall, he learned fear, began screaming, and fell into madness.
Finally, he understood despair.
At the very end, at the moment when everything was about to be destroyed, that person instinctively shouted out that name.
"Mother..."
And then, everything came to a halt.
Darkness struck.
He woke up, free from the ignorance and shackles of an ordinary person.
The soul manifested.
Sublimation began.
.
.
Huai Shi opened his eyes and stared blankly at the sky.
After a long time, he finally reacted.
Even though he had long been accustomed to fear, when he transformed into the Red Glove, he still couldn't resist the despair and pain he had once experienced.
It was as if throwing a person into the deep sea and forcing them to grow gills.
Too brutal.
Brutal as if life had no meaning at all.
"Damn it..."
He felt a sharp pain in his head, slowly propped himself up, drank the awakening tea Crow handed him in one gulp, and finally felt a little relieved after a long time.
"It seems that the effect of the Hell Depth Tour is quite good."
Crow whistled, "That guy, Red Glove, probably underwent a split operation to prevent information leakage after death. The remaining records are a mess, and the most valuable part is probably this section."
"That organization... was he..."
"That's right. During the Cold War more than sixty years ago, to deal with the pressure from East Xia and the Russian Union on the Eastern Front, the Holy Roman Empire at that time made the decision to create the Sublimator Legion through racial selection and genetic modification.
This plan was called the Fountain of Life.
What you saw should be their method of artificial sublimation, which is too brutal. They forcibly threw people into hell to gamble.
In the end, only thirty-one people successfully sublimated, and Red Glove was one of them. Later, due to the aftereffects, only four remained, and the plan was stopped."
"...you mean, Red Glove is actually over sixty years old?" Huai Shi couldn't believe it.
"Yeah, that's right. How does it feel to beat up an old man?"
"..."
Thinking about how he was almost hung up and beaten by an already half-disabled old man, Huai Shi felt a sense of absurdity. But what surprised him even more was, "The places he had been to, were they really hell?"
There really existed hell in this world?
Although he had heard it many times, he never took it to heart until he witnessed it with his own eyes, realizing that such a bizarre place actually existed."To be precise, any place that is excluded from the border can be called hell. What the Red Glove experienced should be the fragments of the abyss found by the Byzantines when they explored outside the border, most of which are worthless places.
But if you want to understand it literally, Huai Shi, there indeed exists hell in this world, but they are not the world after death, but the world that has already died - a tomb piled up by the wreckage of countless epochs.
Anything can happen there..."
"A dead world?" Huai Shi asked, "Can the world die too?"
"Just as people will die, everything will eventually disappear - if you think that is death, then it is death." Crow said calmly: "But I prefer to call it Nirvana and rebirth, a cycle."
"Alright, that's enough for tonight, you should go to sleep."
Crow turned around and flew to the basement with her wings spread.
Huai Shi, on the other hand, got up and headed to his bedroom upstairs.
At that moment, their movements both paused, and they turned their heads to look at each other without any agreement.
They both felt the anomaly from the Book of Destiny.
Huai Shi reached out, and the Book of Destiny appeared again.
But this time, it was not as tranquil as before. The Book of Destiny was slightly vibrating, as if it had received some kind of call, conveying some kind of message to Huai Shi.
This was the first time the Book of Destiny actively revealed any abnormal signs to Huai Shi.
Huai Shi looked at it in astonishment, and finally turned to Crow.
"What's going on?"
Crow was silent, as if discerning something. After a while, she suddenly chuckled softly.
"How interesting..."
She asked, "When do you start school?"
"The day after tomorrow, Monday. Why?"
Crow nodded, "So you're free tomorrow?"
"Yes."
"Hmm, since we have some rare free time..."
After pondering for a moment, Crow flirtatiously threw him a wink: "How about we go on a date?"
"..."
Huai Shi rolled his eyes, waved his hand, and turned to walk to his bedroom.
This woman has finally gone crazy.
Strangely, before falling asleep... he suddenly thought, if only it had been her human form who had just spoken to him.
So, he didn't sleep all night.
.
.
The next day, early in the morning, Huai Shi was woken up by Crow.
With a small backpack on her back, Crow, full of anticipation, was hopping on his chest: "Wake up, wake up, young man, a man who is not punctual will not win the favor of a lady."
"Have you washed your hair?"
"Have you washed your face?"
"Have you brushed your teeth?"
"Have you changed into new clothes?"
"Have you prepared the gifts and flowers for the meeting?"
Amidst Crow's noise attack, Huai Shi moved around the house listlessly, with dark circles under his eyes, like a walking corpse. He changed his clothes, washed his face and brushed his teeth, sat at the dining table, and blankly stuffed the breakfast brought by Uncle Fang into his mouth, finally tilting his head back and gulping down a whole pot of coffee.
Then he looked at the time on the wall.
Half past six.
Find the original at bit.ly/3iBfjkV.
"Are you crazy!" Huai Shi was furious: "Even if it's a date, who the hell makes a date at half past six in the morning! The park isn't even open yet!"
Crow didn't pay him any mind.
She was talking to Uncle Fang at the moment.
And Uncle Fang bent down to give her a small flower he had picked from the nursery in the morning, smiling and praising: "The lady today looks exceptionally energetic."
Crow took the flower with one wing and looked at Huai Shi with a disappointed look: "Look at Uncle Fang, then look at you, learn something!"
Huai Shi snorted, they were all old foxes, who are you trying to fool, sister.
"Master, respecting the beauty of a lady is a necessary virtue for a gentleman."
Uncle Fang said as he helped him put on his coat. Then, after they had packed their things, he helped them open the door, and the car he had booked for the day was already waiting in the courtyard.
"Sir, please."
The driver in uniform, wearing white gloves, bowed to Huai Shi and then opened the car door for him.
Finally, Uncle Fang put the bag containing sunscreen, umbrella, and coat into the trunk, nodded to them and said goodbye: "I have reserved lunch and flowers at the Brown Restaurant in the city center, as well as a boat ticket for the park for the two of you. I wish you a pleasant day."
"Do you see? How terrifying it is when a man becomes meticulous."
Crow whispered on Huai Shi's shoulder: "Learn something, little brother, if you had a third of Uncle Fang's skills, I wouldn't worry about you being a bachelor for life."
Huai Shi didn't know what to say anymore.
He looked at Uncle Fang with an incredibly reverent gaze.
Uncle Fang... is so terrifying!
HellDepth OneOutside the cabin was a desolate ancient city ruins, with bones and decaying steel scattered everywhere, as if it had experienced a disaster, yet it seemed like it hadn't, just decayed.Everything was silent, as if the entire city had died, turning into ruins.Only behind that broken colossal arch, in the sky, it seemed like something had awakened, opening its eyes, with huge pupils overlooking him like a moon.Between the sky that resembled a rotting pile and the land that resembled ruins, pale faces fluttered like butterflies under the blood-red moonlight.The coldness was like viscous seawater, gradually engulfing him.Taking away all warmth...Huai Shi couldn't help but start panting, the fear and unease conveyed in his memories were like tidal waves, constantly crashing against him.He could only continuously strip away those negative emotions from himself, turning them into ashes. Even so, he still couldn't stop the piercing coldness.The pain, like a venomous poison, screamed deep in his consciousness. The test subject roared, cried, and struggled, but no one spoke to him throughout.Only violent tremors began once again.The depth gauge displayed once again: Depth ThreeA rumbling sound came from outside the cabin, the deafening noise of countless heavy machinery operating, and what met the eye was the surging lava beneath the hollow ground, as well as the rust-covered assembly lines.This was a project built on top of hell, with massive assembly lines constantly rotating. Countless people hung from the crimson hooks as if they were still alive, struggling incessantly, crying out in despair. With the rotation of the assembly lines, they were sent one by one into the workshop, where they were cut and crushed, their pitiful screams disappearing. In the end, only the sharp wailing of steel friction remained.Finally, they transformed from assembly lines into tables, chairs, desk lamps, clocks, and bronze mirrors, and were sent into the darkest depths.Depth SevenWar.War was like floods and flames, engulfing everything.The roar of battle filled the ears, monsters fought each other, and thousands of giants gathered together, covered in steel, roaring like slaves under their masters' whip, stepping on corpses as they advanced.Those chains pulled on the necks of even larger creatures.Those dozen or so women who were hundreds of meters tall.They were naked, their flaxen hair burning with flames, wailing and crying, being dragged forward, singing aloud in pain and despair. Hot blood dripped from the torn wounds on their backs, and broken halos hung above their heads.Their singing was hoarse and piercing.Praising the dead gods.Depth NineEndless ocean, boiling primordial soup, massive behemoths and monsters devouring each other, turning into ashes in the thunder and magma from the cracked earth, and starting the futile cycle once again.Depth TenDarkness, endless darkness in the desolation. In the midst of it, a figure sat quietly on an iron stone, like a prisoner. He spoke, he sang, he danced.Waiting for death.Depth ???Chaos, a dazzling light, death, destruction, gods, despair, despair, despair, despair, despair......In the endless fall, he learned fear, began screaming, and fell into madness.Finally, he understood despair.At the very end, at the moment when everything was about to be destroyed, that person instinctively shouted out that name."Mother..."And then, everything came to a halt.Darkness struck.He woke up, free from the ignorance and shackles of an ordinary person.The soul manifested.Sublimation began...Huai Shi opened his eyes and stared blankly at the sky.After a long time, he finally reacted.Even though he had long been accustomed to fear, when he transformed into the Red Glove, he still couldn't resist the despair and pain he had once experienced.It was as if throwing a person into the deep sea and forcing them to grow gills.Too brutal.Brutal as if life had no meaning at all."Damn it..."He felt a sharp pain in his head, slowly propped himself up, drank the awakening tea Crow handed him in one gulp, and finally felt a little relieved after a long time."It seems that the effect of the Hell Depth Tour is quite good."Crow whistled, "That guy, Red Glove, probably underwent a split operation to prevent information leakage after death. The remaining records are a mess, and the most valuable part is probably this section.""That organization... was he...""That's right. During the Cold War more than sixty years ago, to deal with the pressure from East Xia and the Russian Union on the Eastern Front, the Holy Roman Empire at that time made the decision to create the Sublimator Legion through racial selection and genetic modification.This plan was called the Fountain of Life.What you saw should be their method of artificial sublimation, which is too brutal. They forcibly threw people into hell to gamble.In the end, only thirty-one people successfully sublimated, and Red Glove was one of them. Later, due to the aftereffects, only four remained, and the plan was stopped.""...you mean, Red Glove is actually over sixty years old?" Huai Shi couldn't believe it."Yeah, that's right. How does it feel to beat up an old man?""..."Thinking about how he was almost hung up and beaten by an already half-disabled old man, Huai Shi felt a sense of absurdity. But what surprised him even more was, "The places he had been to, were they really hell?"There really existed hell in this world?Although he had heard it many times, he never took it to heart until he witnessed it with his own eyes, realizing that such a bizarre place actually existed."To be precise, any place that is excluded from the border can be called hell. What the Red Glove experienced should be the fragments of the abyss found by the Byzantines when they explored outside the border, most of which are worthless places.But if you want to understand it literally, Huai Shi, there indeed exists hell in this world, but they are not the world after death, but the world that has already died - a tomb piled up by the wreckage of countless epochs.Anything can happen there...""A dead world?" Huai Shi asked, "Can the world die too?""Just as people will die, everything will eventually disappear - if you think that is death, then it is death." Crow said calmly: "But I prefer to call it Nirvana and rebirth, a cycle.""Alright, that's enough for tonight, you should go to sleep."Crow turned around and flew to the basement with her wings spread.Huai Shi, on the other hand, got up and headed to his bedroom upstairs.At that moment, their movements both paused, and they turned their heads to look at each other without any agreement.They both felt the anomaly from the Book of Destiny.Huai Shi reached out, and the Book of Destiny appeared again.But this time, it was not as tranquil as before. The Book of Destiny was slightly vibrating, as if it had received some kind of call, conveying some kind of message to Huai Shi.This was the first time the Book of Destiny actively revealed any abnormal signs to Huai Shi.Huai Shi looked at it in astonishment, and finally turned to Crow."What's going on?"Crow was silent, as if discerning something. After a while, she suddenly chuckled softly."How interesting..."She asked, "When do you start school?""The day after tomorrow, Monday. Why?"Crow nodded, "So you're free tomorrow?""Yes.""Hmm, since we have some rare free time..."After pondering for a moment, Crow flirtatiously threw him a wink: "How about we go on a date?""..."Huai Shi rolled his eyes, waved his hand, and turned to walk to his bedroom.This woman has finally gone crazy.Strangely, before falling asleep... he suddenly thought, if only it had been her human form who had just spoken to him.So, he didn't sleep all night...The next day, early in the morning, Huai Shi was woken up by Crow.With a small backpack on her back, Crow, full of anticipation, was hopping on his chest: "Wake up, wake up, young man, a man who is not punctual will not win the favor of a lady.""Have you washed your hair?""Have you washed your face?""Have you brushed your teeth?""Have you changed into new clothes?""Have you prepared the gifts and flowers for the meeting?"Amidst Crow's noise attack, Huai Shi moved around the house listlessly, with dark circles under his eyes, like a walking corpse. He changed his clothes, washed his face and brushed his teeth, sat at the dining table, and blankly stuffed the breakfast brought by Uncle Fang into his mouth, finally tilting his head back and gulping down a whole pot of coffee.Then he looked at the time on the wall.Half past six.Find the original at bit.ly/3iBfjkV."Are you crazy!" Huai Shi was furious: "Even if it's a date, who the hell makes a date at half past six in the morning! The park isn't even open yet!"Crow didn't pay him any mind.She was talking to Uncle Fang at the moment.And Uncle Fang bent down to give her a small flower he had picked from the nursery in the morning, smiling and praising: "The lady today looks exceptionally energetic."Crow took the flower with one wing and looked at Huai Shi with a disappointed look: "Look at Uncle Fang, then look at you, learn something!"Huai Shi snorted, they were all old foxes, who are you trying to fool, sister."Master, respecting the beauty of a lady is a necessary virtue for a gentleman."Uncle Fang said as he helped him put on his coat. Then, after they had packed their things, he helped them open the door, and the car he had booked for the day was already waiting in the courtyard."Sir, please."The driver in uniform, wearing white gloves, bowed to Huai Shi and then opened the car door for him.Finally, Uncle Fang put the bag containing sunscreen, umbrella, and coat into the trunk, nodded to them and said goodbye: "I have reserved lunch and flowers at the Brown Restaurant in the city center, as well as a boat ticket for the park for the two of you. I wish you a pleasant day.""Do you see? How terrifying it is when a man becomes meticulous."Crow whispered on Huai Shi's shoulder: "Learn something, little brother, if you had a third of Uncle Fang's skills, I wouldn't worry about you being a bachelor for life."Huai Shi didn't know what to say anymore.He looked at Uncle Fang with an incredibly reverent gaze.Uncle Fang... is so terrifying!
