The crow flapped its wings, preparing to leave:
"Alright, that's it for now.
This king finds you pleasing to the eye, so I will speak good words for you in front of the master."
Su Yutang quickly said:
"Your Majesty, please wait a moment."
The crow stood by the window, puzzled, and turned to look at Su Yutang.
Su Yutang took off a bracelet worth millions and handed it to the crow:
"Your Majesty, a small token of appreciation, please accept it."
The more the crow looked at Su Yutang, the more it found her agreeable.
Su Yutang continued:
"Two days from now is my birthday, the banquet will be held at the South Sea International Exhibition Hall.
If Your Majesty graces us with your presence, it would be the greatest honor for Yutang!"
Su Yutang's birthday banquet wasn't just about celebrating her birthday; it was a chance to deepen connections with various partners.
Inviting the crow to the birthday feast was just a polite gesture.
She knew His Majesty the Black Dragon would not attend the banquet of a mere mortal, so she didn't hold out much hope.
But whether His Majesty comes or not is one thing; whether she invites or not is another.
If they don't come, and she doesn't invite, it's her own lack of manners.
This is the way of the business world, and she didn't know if it applied to the Extraordinary.
After all, no one blames those who are overly polite!
As for whether to invite Lord Death God, she didn't have the courage.
The crow gave Su Yutang a glance, said nothing, and flapped its wings to leave.
After the crow left, Su Yutang's mind began racing.
The body Death God desired was definitely not an ordinary corpse.
The most vicious, the most malevolent, did something happen in the prison?
A certain special death row inmate's body in the prison, is that what Lord Death God wanted?
Su Yutang dialed a phone number:
"Prison Director Sun, sorry to bother you."
...
In the South Sea, within a certain Half-Mountain Villa.
In a living room filled with a strong sense of art and luxury, Suzu was leaning on the table, pouting, fiddling with some paper scraps.
Moving into a new house should have been a very happy occasion.
In the previous tenement building, she could only sleep in the living room.
Now she had her own room, yet she couldn't feel happy at all.
It was all Li Yang, the capitalist's fault!
Suzu glanced eagerly at Li Yang, who was watching TV on the sofa:
"Li Yang, can I watch the tablet for a while?
Today is Er Zhuzi's duel with his brother."
Li Yang did not look back:
"No need to watch it; his brother is dead."
Suzu looked at Li Yang in disbelief.
Her big eyes gradually filled with a mist.
Onii-san, dead???
Li Yang continued:
"You make the membership card, and I will return the tablet to you."
The membership card that Li Yang wanted was definitely not an ordinary membership card.
The membership card needed to be impervious to water and fire, not be easily torn or damaged.
The patterns and writings on the membership card could only be seen by demons.
The membership card was an invitation to the Demon Club, also a symbol of the demons' identity, it had to be both durable and secretive.
Only [Black Witch]'s black witchcraft could create such a card.
Suzu wiped her tears, her little hands continuously changing gestures, using black witchcraft to make the card Li Yang wanted.
She regretted not practicing enough.
Making such a card with only Level One Mental Power was extremely difficult for her.
This card, for ordinary people, was already a treasure, an Extraordinary Item.
Li Yang ignored Suzu, his fingers tapping idly on the sofa, clearly deep in thought.
He wanted to turn the Emperor Nightclub into the Demon Club and needed someone to be the ostensible owner of the Emperor Nightclub, to be Zhu Dajun's boss.
In the future, it wouldn't just be the Emperor Nightclub; he would have various industries, all needing someone to stand on the surface.
Suzu, the crow, the black dog, these three would definitely not do.
Because none of them were human, they didn't have legitimate identities in the human world.
As for himself?
He wanted to stay in the shadows as much as possible.
Since the human world's bosses don't act as legal persons, why should he, as Death God, foolishly act as a legal person?
He urgently needed a human to act as an Apostle.
This person couldn't be too conspicuous.
"Maybe, find a Living Dead as a puppet?" Li Yang thought, then asked Suzu:
"Did you find those people I asked you to?"
Li Yang had once sent Suzu to find some dying, lonely people to turn into the Living Dead, to establish a Cleaner System for erasing demon traces.
Suzu turned around, wiping her tears as she said:
"I found them, they're scattered around South Sea, they can't afford treatment and are just waiting to die at home, I'll write down the addresses for you later."
Li Yang was silent.
He really needed a human Apostle right now.
The people Suzu mentioned were scattered in various corners of South Sea. How long would it take to select them one by one?
Maybe, he should try his luck at the hospital?
There were too many people suffering in hospitals; perhaps someone would be suitable to become his Apostle?
His Apostle didn't necessarily have to be like a Cleaner, all alone in the world.
As long as their social status wasn't prominent, they were capable, and they didn't have many relatives or friends who could easily expose their demon identity, they would be suitable.
...
The next day, South Sea Medical University Affiliated First Hospital.
An ambulance stopped at the hospital entrance, with several nurses and doctors efficiently transferring the patient onto a stretcher and rushing towards the emergency room.
They were racing against Death God.
"Make way! Make way! We have a severely burned patient!"
The nurse shouted as she ran, her voice strained.
Recently a severe flu outbreak had filled the emergency department to almost overflowing.
Finally, the stretcher was pushed into the emergency room.
The surgical director looked gravely at the man on the stretcher:
"Heart test, cardiac protection, quickly!"
The man's injuries had undergone emergency treatment in the ambulance.
His clothes were stripped off, revealing raw red flesh.
Some clothes had fused with his flesh and could only be cut away bit by bit with scissors.
At this extent, the outcome was already determined, he didn't have much time left.
In the case of such severe burns, initial treatment was critical, even if this man's chances were slim, the surgical director calmly continued treatment.
Even if they couldn't save him, they wanted to ensure he passed as comfortably as possible.
"Regret... I regret..." The man murmured painfully.
The surgical director quickly asked:
"What did you say?"
The man struggled to speak:
"I should have run, I could have run, I shouldn't have saved her, but I saw a little girl there, I couldn't help myself."
Earlier he had passed by a store which had exploded.
He had shielded a nearby little girl with his body, but then got splashed all over by flames and fuel.
The surgical director regarded him with deep respect:
"You saved someone, you're a hero!"
The man groaned in pain:
"Ha—uh—, I'm not a hero at all, I wanted to get married, I was supposed to get married tomorrow."
The surgical director frowned:
"You're getting married tomorrow? Where's the bride?"
The man's breathing began to weaken:
"She's at the airport, I was going to pick her up, how did it turn out like this, why didn't I run."
The nurses present had eyes brimming with tears.
Tomorrow was supposed to be the happiest day of his life, yet he ended up like this to save an unrelated little girl.
This was a hero, but why did heroes only have honor and no reward?
The surgical director realized the man couldn't be saved, he increased the dose of the cardiac stimulant and said:
"The bride will be here soon, we'll go get her."