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Chapter 267 Red-haired perseverance, not afraid of death
The sun rises in the east, and the upside-down mountain is shrouded in mist.

"Shanks, are we really going?"

At the foot of the mountain, Red Hair and Beckman stood on the shore, looking up at the top of the mountain.

The red-haired one looked determined, while Beckman looked very hesitant.

This morning, the redhead, who was still hungover, suddenly woke him up and wanted to talk to Stan.

He persuaded him to no avail, so he could only follow Hongfa ashore.

"Beckman, I have to go, can you analyze it for me too?"

The red hair stepped forward, not ordering as the captain, but asking.

He thought about what happened last night, and finally decided to ask Stan for clarification.

"You know, once you go, you probably won't be able to come back."

Beckman stepped on his footsteps, but he didn't step out for a long time, and said worriedly.

Now, they want to ask about the resurrection of the dead, which is definitely the top secret.

Any word or small action of theirs may anger Stan and kill him because of it.

Even, Stan is watching them now and knows what they are thinking.

More likely, they will not be able to climb the Upside Down Mountain, and they will be killed by Stan halfway.

"If so, I will ask him to let our crew members go, it's just a pain for you."

The redhead still didn't hesitate, but felt sorry for Beckman.

Beckman is his think tank, without Beckman on this trip, he has no idea!
Death is definitely not the scariest thing.

Some things, knowing that you will die, but still not turning back, this is a man.

Now is the time for him to show his masculinity without hesitation.

"Okay! If there is an emergency, you block Stan, and I will intercede for them."

Beckman smiled helplessly, and finally stepped out.

He might die this time, but in front of him is his captain, begging him.

As a crew member, it was already his fault for not obeying the captain's order immediately.

He didn't know why the redhead had to go, but it didn't matter, he'd talked it out.

"Tread, step, step."

The two jumped at the same time, each jumping tens of meters high.

Along the steep rocks, without any footholds, they continued to climb.

None of them are capable people, so they have no other choice but to climb the mountain like this.

All in all, they were looking for trouble with Stan, and it was even more impossible for Stan to forge a ladder to welcome them.

"Peacemaker, are you still here?"

On the top of the mountain, Stan was still sitting in his exclusive position.

They wanted to hide the matter of bringing the dead back to life, but they couldn't hide it at all.

The Golden Emperor joined him, and there are many women around him, how can this be hidden?

He doesn't need to hide, his plan has already started, and no one can stop it.

As for the Golden Emperor's killing of the Tianlong people, he would kill them, and he would not blame him.

He could see the flames of hatred burning in the eyes of the Golden Emperor.

"Oh! It's so annoying, do you want him to come up?"

Seeing the two red-haired people approaching quickly, Stan rubbed his head with a headache.

Today, he plans to go to the island of Baitu, and Wano country will also show up.

The remaining matter of the empress and the sand crocodile needs to be dealt with urgently, he is very busy!
"Forget it, come on! Save the redhead from thinking wildly."

Sighing, Stan still didn't make a sound to stop them.

The reason for the redhead, Stan knew very well, was to bring the dead back to life.

"See you again, Stan."

Not long after, the red-haired two stopped a hundred meters away from Stan.

Blocked by mountains and clouds, Stan's figure could not be seen clearly, but he could feel it.

Although I'm here to ask for trouble, but if I can't afford conflict, it's better to be polite.

"Come up!"

Stan's tone is rather aggressive. This is his rare post-breakfast time to relax.

The red-haired two looked at each other with heavy eyes, but they breathed a sigh of relief.

Judging from Stan's tone, it was obvious that he knew their purpose and was angry about it.

Ke Stan still agrees to meet, indicating that there is something to talk about, but he has no intention of doing anything for the time being.

"Haha, excuse me, the scenery here is really nice!"

The atmosphere was very depressing, and the redhead laughed a few times, trying to ease the atmosphere.

"Hmph, if you don't come up, the scenery will be better."

Stan snorted coldly, squinting and complaining.

Did the red hair come to trouble him, or came to trouble him, how could he be polite?
"Uh, haha, I'm really sorry."

On the contrary, the red hair relaxed a lot, and apologized casually.

Very good, although the atmosphere is still very oppressive, but at least Stan did not show his murderous intentions.

If Stan was really angry, this would be the time to tap on the armrest, silently scorning him.

"Huh? Why don't we sit down and talk?"

Beckman was also relieved, and turned his head to look for a seat.

"Hehe, how about I make you another cup of tea?"

Stan sneered, didn't give them chairs, and asked mockingly.

Looking for trouble, want to sit down and look for it?Have a problem with your brain?
"Say something, I'm busy."

Before the two of them can chat any more conciliatory nonsense, Stan expresses his impatience.

If he didn't know what red hair was, he really wanted to beat them to death.

When dealing with people who seek trouble, they should be resolutely attacked and killed.

The redhead took a deep breath, and unconsciously touched the hilt of the sword with his right hand.

"Then, I would like to ask, are you wantonly playing with the souls of the dead?"

The redhead looked at Stan without fear, and asked word by word.

Back to life, he didn't want to know how Stan did it, and he didn't want to ask about this kind of privacy.

He knew that if he asked that kind of question, Stan would kill him ugly.

Only the soul of the dead is what he really cares about, and bringing the dead back to life must be related to the soul.

It would be too miserable for the soul to be played with by the living after death.

He also had a lot of related people die, like Captain Roger and Oda.

They are all strong, and if they can be resurrected, they will be powerful in battle.

It is absolutely intolerable for him to have no peace after his friends die.

"Yes so what? No so what?"

Staring at the red-haired sword hilt, Stan asked with a chuckle.

If you have more than enough heart but not enough strength, what can you do if you draw your sword?
"If not, then you can pretend that I haven't been here today."

There was anger in the red-haired eyes, and Griffin trembled in the scabbard.

"If it is, then please kill me! Play with my soul together."

Trying his best to resist the urge to draw the sword, the red hair is not afraid of life and death.

He has self-knowledge, he is not Stan's opponent, and he cannot hurt Stan in the slightest.

But if Stan was playing with the souls of the dead, he would still draw his sword and fight.

I don't want to kill Stan, I just want to be able to empathize with friends whose souls are enslaved.

"I said no, would you believe me? Or do you insist on death?"

Stan spread his hands and asked again.

"I believe."

The redhead nodded, staring at Stan without blinking.

He genuinely believed that Stan didn't have to lie, and that the lie would be exposed.

"No, then. You can go away."

Stan suddenly grinned, and waved a wave of repulsion, knocking them back.

At first, he was a little angry, but seeing the redhead's persistence, his anger subsided.

A persistent man will always make people look different.

"By the way, you are required to hand in the compensation before dark."

Stan didn't let it go easily, and shouted at the two people who were falling.

(End of this chapter)