Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 516 The gatekeeper is not necessarily a dog

The gray and gloomy sky, the dark and deep earth, the roaring Yellow Spring River, the road of no return paved with white bones, the endless line of the dead, the flock of red-eyed crows hovering above the dead...

Is this what the afterlife looks like?
After gazing at the scenery of the dead world from afar through the suddenly opened Gate of the Dead, the souls of the three cleaners, two men and one woman, fell into silence at the same time.

Although I have long known that as a cleaner, it is unlikely that I will live to see the day of a natural death, and most likely I will report here early in some extremely dangerous mission, I have already made mental preparations.

But when all this really happened, the three of them still found it difficult to accept it. They couldn't believe that their lives had come to an end so abruptly.

"I...I'm so unwilling!"

Reuben, who had left the [Flower Fairy] state and returned to normal human size, couldn't help but whimpering softly. The middle-aged man in his forties suddenly shed two lines of hot tears on his face, and said with annoyance in his eyes:
"Everything was going so smoothly, how could he suddenly die? We were all with the director, why would we be killed by something like artillery?"

"Don't think about it, it's all in the past."

Feeling the growing power pulling him into the realm of death, Frankie, who was standing... floating beside Reuben, couldn't help but sigh bitterly.

"Although I don't know what happened, we must have been ambushed. Even the director couldn't escape. Half of his body was blown to pieces. If things go wrong, he will have to come here soon.

Hey, let's go first, don't think about it anymore, those are things for the living, we are dead now, no matter how hard we try, we can't go back, it's time to get on the road."

"me……"

“I want to try again!”

Just as Reuben and the other man were walking towards the Gate of the Dead, ready to accept their own fate, the only female cleaner among the three suddenly raised her head, reached out and grabbed the corners of their clothes, and said stubbornly:
“My [Smooth Road Ahead] is an anomaly at the soul level. I brought it down directly with me, and I can still use it!

Reuben! Frankie! Come and help me! If the three of us can use the effect of [Smooth Road Ahead] to open a way back here, then maybe there is still a chance! "

This……

After listening to the request of the cleaner Mona, Reuben and Frankie looked at each other, then said hesitantly:

"But this is the realm of the dead. Even if the director dies, we can only fight against the rules of the realm of the dead for a short time. In the end, we still have to keep moving forward along the road of no return. With just the three of us second-level cleaners..."

"help me!"

After interrupting Reuben, the cleaner Mona took a deep breath and then gritted her teeth and said:

“The director hasn’t come to the dead world yet, which proves that he is still alive!

We...even if we can't go back, but if we can just make a small opening and send my [Smooth Road Ahead] back, maybe we can help the director escape!
Please! Help me! No matter what the result is, I still want to try again! If it weren’t for the director, I would have come here 20 years ago. I won’t be satisfied if I don’t give it a try! "

"OK then……"

After looking at each other, Reuben and Frankie nodded, and relying on the soul strength of the second-level cleaners, they tried their best to resist the call from the depths of the dead world, and stood behind the female cleaner Mona.

"Thank you!" After looking at the two of them with gratitude, the entire soul of the female cleaner Mona suddenly lit up, with a blazing white flame. Then she gritted her teeth, turned around, and took a step towards the endless gray fog behind her.

"clatter!"

The sound of shoe soles hitting the bone ground was heard, and at the moment when the female cleaner Mona successfully took a step, the endless gray fog outside the Gate of the Dead was actually pushed open to create a path.

Although this path seemed insignificant compared to the endless gray world, the irreversible death represented by the gray fog did make a very small "concession".

This... maybe there really is a chance?!

After noticing this scene, the other two cleaners who were originally hesitant were suddenly shocked, then they clenched their teeth, and their dark souls also lit up, and under the urging of their will, they danced like white flames.

Compared with the boundless gray fog, the three souls that were burning with all their might were as weak as fireflies falling into the sea, but they relied on the sound of footsteps to force their way out of a narrow path leading to where they came from.

Yes! Maybe it really can!
The three cleaners couldn't help but feel refreshed when they felt the breath of the world of the living through the breeze blowing in from the narrow path ahead.

60 Lyon points is the threshold between God and man, and it is also the dividing line between being able to escape the clutches of the rules of the Death Realm. The three of us are all senior second-level cleaners, with an average Lyon value of nearly 30 points. In terms of strength alone, it is enough.
Even though it is still a little short of a qualitative change and unable to cross the threshold of the true God, and unable to truly transcend death, but relying on Mona's [Smooth Road Ahead], it may not be impossible to open a path towards life and death!
And just like Mona said, even if we have to come back in the end, it will be worth it even if it's just to send "Smooth Road Ahead" back, help the director save his life, or even just to take one last look at that world!

"Quick! Try harder!"

Feeling the breath of the living world coming from the front, the female cleaner Mona couldn't help but grit her teeth and stepped forward with all her might, shouting at the top of her lungs:
"Just one step! Just one step!"

"Oh... I can't just leave this alone!"

"?!!"

As the three cleaners looked stunned, dozens of octopus tentacles suddenly stretched out from behind them, like pythons with their heads raised, and tightly wrapped around the three men's hands, feet, waists and arms.

Countless densely packed fleshy suction cups as big as a baby's mouth on the tentacles began to frantically suck their strength as the souls came into contact. In just a few breaths, all the strength that had been released by the burning souls of the three people was sucked away.

As the three people who had lost their strength were dragged back by the octopus's tentacles and their feet left the ground, the narrow path that had been opened with great difficulty quickly closed up under the endless gray fog and disappeared completely.

"..."

One step! Just one step left!
"Don't blame me, this is my duty."

Facing the resentful gazes of the three cleaners, a giant horse with a long tail and octopus tentacles growing where the mane should be on its neck blinked helplessly, then opened its lips and chattered:

"I wouldn't have cared about this kind of thing, but there was a ruthless person in your Cleanup Bureau who, for some reason, ate the dog god who was guarding the door here alive.

In order to maintain order in the world of the dead and prevent people from entering and leaving at will, we, the messengers of death, had to take turns to guard the Gate of the Dead, and today was my turn to be on duty.

Oh, by the way, let me ask one more question, is there anyone from the Virgin Division among the three of you?"

(End of this chapter)