Dinan yawned and sat bored on his bed, staring at the beef burger on the table in a daze.
He is a white man, but in New York, he is a real servant, hanging out in the slums every day. Most of his friends are other people in the slums, and few people will make friends with him.
He was not like this before. When he was in middle school, Dinan lived a wealthy life and his family was considered well-off. However, due to a serious illness and drug addiction, this well-off family fell into complete poverty.
In New York, there are many people like him, who live in a daze all day long, with no food to eat, and give all the money they earn to the traffickers, making their lives bleak.
However, there has been a small change in recent times. Many ordinary young people in Dinan began to believe in a god called the Lord of Eternal Night, joined the Church of Eternal Night, and slowly quit their addiction.
Dinan was very surprised by this situation. In addition, the New York authorities launched a vigorous anti-drug operation to prevent the London incident from happening in New York. As a result, Dinan did not dare to go out at all and could only smoke the previous stock.
Just when his supplies were exhausted and he was out of food and ammunition, a sudden change broke his stagnant life.
In his dream, he was the founder of an immortal dynasty, an emperor above all others, with three thousand beauties in his harem and everything he wanted.
But such a beautiful life was soon shattered. When he heard that it was the Church of Eternal Night and the zombies who saved him, Dinan's expression was distorted.
This kind of life of a superior person is exactly what he fantasizes about. Even if it is just a dream, Dinan is willing to accept it. He would even rather die for this dream!
So, he joined the parade without hesitation, but was soon brought back by the running dogs of the US government. Now he is very unhappy.
"Damn the ghouls, and the Church of Eternal Night, they all deserve to die!"
After Dinan cursed inwardly, an unprecedented thought suddenly occurred to his mind. This thought seemed to be a mysterious sacrificial ritual that seemed to bring him back to his sweet dream...
"Um?!"
Dinan became alert instantly. He recalled the sacrificial ceremony. It was not complicated. It only required a fresh living corpse.
A living corpse can provide you with ten days of sweet sleep.
There is no doubt that Dinan was moved.
"Ten days, ten days..."
Dinan excitedly stood up and paced back and forth, his expression extremely excited. He quickly rushed to the drawer and took out a sharp dagger. His eyes sparkled as he murmured, "My beloved concubines, wait, wait for me, I will come to see you soon!"
He was holding the knife, extremely excited, and at this moment, his cell phone rang.
Dinan glanced at his phone and saw that the caller ID was from a man named Jack.
Jack is the 'richest man in the slums' and is quite generous. He occasionally shares his own goods with Dinan and is considered a drinking buddy of Dinan.
Dinan thought he needed a fresh human corpse, so he answered the phone without hesitation.
The moment Dinan answered the phone, he heard Jack's voice: "Dinan, what are you doing staying home? Come to my house. I have some new stuff. Come secretly so you don't get caught by the police."
This is really God’s help!
Dinan was overjoyed. After a long sigh in his heart, he concealed his excitement and said in a calm voice, "Okay, I'll go over right away. I will definitely do it quietly so as not to alert anyone. I will go in through the back door."
After hanging up the phone, Dinan quickly changed his clothes, put the dagger on the outside of his thigh, put on a mask and a hat, and started heading towards Jack's house.
"Jack, as my good friend, you bought me time to spend with my concubines. I will always remember you."
Dinan said silently in his heart: "When I return to my kingdom, I will definitely make you the guardian of the entire territory and the duke of a region."
Dinant was cautious along the way and did not communicate with anyone. He just wanted to go to Jack's house, kill him quietly, and accomplish everything without revealing his identity.
As long as they can get away with some basic evidence, the bigwigs in New York won't bother with a murder case in the slums, and they will be safe.
After thinking everything through, Dinan arrived at Jack's back door and knocked gently on Jack's back door, using his and Jack's unique code.
“Crack—”
The door opened, and a thin white man stared at the dark circles under his eyes, glanced at Dinan, and then carefully observed the surroundings, nodded and said, "Come in."
Dinan nodded and followed Jack into the room.
"Bang Ping!"
After the back door was closed, Dinan looked into the room and found it empty except for himself and Jack. So he became furious, grabbed the hidden dagger, and slowly approached Jack.
Suddenly, Jack, who had his back to Dinan, spoke suddenly, startling Dinan: "Dinan, for the sake of my great business empire, I have no choice but to sacrifice you. After you meet Hades, the God of the Underworld, don't resent me, understand?"
Business empire, what business empire?
Before Dinan could react, a piercing pain suddenly came from his chest. Dinan looked down and saw an arrow stuck in his chest.
Jack turned around with the compound crossbow in his hand and shot a few more arrows at Dinan, who was still breathing. He then muttered to himself, looking at Dinan, who was still breathing.
"I was planning to shoot you in the head, giving you a quick death... Unfortunately, the gun was too loud, and I was afraid it would cause unnecessary trouble, so I just waited to let you suffer like this."
Of course, Dinant was not the only one who received the sacrificial ceremony of the Spider God. Jack received it earlier than Dinant, so he had prepared everything long ago, and only Dinant could enter the net.
To him, Dinan was just a dog that he could control. Let him die, it was no big deal.
Then, Jack quickly cut Dinant's body into pieces and began to arrange it quickly according to the ritual he remembered.
"Great Spider God, you are the embodiment of beautiful dreams, you are the pillar of support when the end of the world comes, your..."
Jack began to pray. The ceremony was very long and would take about ten minutes to complete.
Jack uttered complicated sacrificial spells, and blood-red patterns began to gradually appear in the room.
Just when everything was about to be done, a rapid knock on the door disrupted Jack's rhythm.
"Boom boom boom, boom boom boom."
"We received a report that someone heard screams and smelled blood near your home. Please open the door so we can investigate!"
Jack's face darkened. He picked up the compound crossbow and a pistol on the table and cursed angrily, "Fuck!"
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