On the bookshelf of Zhenyuan's study room, withered heads looked at the door eagerly.

A group of heads from the last advent meeting were taken away by the prison lord. They were full of suspicion and didn't know what Basong and others had experienced.

Is it the torture of torture, a new life, or becoming the prison master's plaything?

Having lost the ability to move, they have become furnishings on the bookshelf of the prison's study. For these skull collections, the most difficult thing is the passage of time and loneliness.

Especially the lack of information.

Only by obtaining new information and having new experiences can they feel that they still exist.

Because of this, although many heads thought that Basong and the others were going to be tortured, they were slightly envious.

[To be honest, I have been reading books recently to catch up on updates, switch sources, read aloud with many sounds, and it is available on both Android and Apple.]

At least I can see something new...

Even the tragic things that happened to me were new.

It turns out that each shrunken head has its own memories and life experiences, and even some shocking secrets. Sharing information and memories between them can also relieve boredom.

However, most of a person's life is mediocre and boring, and there are only so many interesting things. After such a long period of communication, they have already shared information, and there is absolutely nothing to talk about.

The printed newspaper that the prison master brought back earlier made them greedily suck up the information on it, even the advertisements in the newspaper's crevices.

Now the piece of paper has been turned over countless times by tongues, and has turned into scraps of paper.

Finally, they heard the rustling footsteps coming from the darkness, and it was obvious that it was not just one person, but other than the Lord of Prison Suppression, there were other people!

This discovery made these heads even more delighted.

There’s something new and fun!

"Boom!" There was a muffled sound, and the door to the study room was kicked open violently.

The blood-red dim light from outside once again penetrated into the study, allowing the almost eternal darkness to dissipate.

With this blood-red dim light, the heads on the bookshelf looked desperately toward the door, but they didn't see any figure at all.

The terrifying Lord of the Prison, the pale ghost wearing a crown of black fire, did not appear there either.

Just when everyone was confused, a panicked and frightened voice sounded from the ground:

"This...what the hell is this place? Let me out...let me out!"

The eyes of a group of heads immediately looked towards the ground, and they saw a dozen cute little bear dolls suddenly appearing there, and at this time they were "escorting" a chicken doll.

The little chicken doll desperately tried to struggle to escape, but the two little bears grabbed its wings and held them down, making it impossible to break free.

What kind of doll melodrama is this!?

The group of heads on the bookshelf were all stunned.

Then I heard a bear doll say to the chicken doll in an old and rich voice:

"This is your destination. It is your honor to be included in the master's collection. Don't be disrespectful!"

Hearing the voice of the bear doll, several heads on the bookshelf immediately recognized the voice:

"Basong? Is this Master Basong?"

"Old Basong, you...how did you become like this?"

"Oh my God, are you bear dolls the masters of the Advent Society? You...you have obtained a body?"

"It's so enviable! You can actually move freely and have your own hands and feet! Why is Your Majesty so partial to you?"

"What a pity. I'm obviously very good at doing things, but my methods are much more ruthless than those of Descendant Huiyin. I can also do curses and the like. Why didn't Your Majesty choose me?"

All the heads on the bookshelf are envious of these little bear dolls.

During this time, they all dreamed of having their own new bodies and the ability to move. Many of them even imagined that even if their heads could roll on their own, it would be better than sitting on a bookshelf and being unable to move.

And now, Basong and others appeared in front of them like dolls, which is a living example.

They really got their bodies!

It's so enviable that it makes you drool.

Hearing these envious words on the bookshelf, a group of bear dolls who came to the meeting looked at each other and smiled, feeling indescribably comfortable.

There is an old saying in the Xia Kingdom that wealth and honor that do not return to one's hometown are like walking in brocade at night. They now call it that if one turns into a bear and does not return to prison, it is like being buried in the ground.

As the "dead", the heads in the prison study are their only remaining social circle. Being envied by these heads is a spiritual enjoyment for them.

Basong casually took out a pack of cigarettes from the overalls of the bear doll, stuffed one into his mouth, lit a match, lit the cigarette, and took a deep puff.

A puff of light blue smoke.

In the prison study room, the original strong musty smell was immediately covered by the aroma of cigarettes. The heads on the bookshelf were even more shocked at this time, their eyes widened and their noses twitched desperately.

cigarette!

This is the smell of cigarettes!

The last time I smoked was a lifetime ago!

For them now, being able to smoke a cigarette is simply the most luxurious enjoyment.

"Brother Basong, can you give me one?"

"Master Basong, take a sip, just give me a sip, my addiction to cigarettes is over..."

"Masters of the Advent Society, as long as you can let me take a sip, I will do whatever it takes for you in the future!"

Most of the heads on the bookshelf were old smokers. They never had the chance to smoke after death, because there was only one head left, but they never had the habit of smoking. After all, they no longer had a nicotine-addicted body.

But when I saw Basong smoking and smelled the smell of cigarettes, I immediately became addicted.

It's easy to get rid of the addiction in your mouth, but it's hard to get rid of the addiction in your heart.

Many of them were long-established bosses, and now they couldn't care less about their dignity and began to plead with Basong.

Basong puffed out a puff of green smoke, turned around and pressed the cigarette out on Song Lian's little chicken doll, burning a big hole in him. Then he carefully stuffed the remaining half of the cigarette into his overalls and said calmly.

said:

"Brothers, this is Your Majesty's reward. I don't dare to distribute it arbitrarily, but as long as you do your best for Your Majesty, these are just trivial matters. This time, our brothers are actually going to the human world."

Hearing this, the group of heads on the bookshelf all gasped, and then they turned to the group of bear dolls with extremely envious eyes.

Their biggest wish is to return to the human world and reality, but these little bear dolls in front of them have already realized this wish, so how can they not be greedy!

Basong then pointed at the chicken doll next to him and said:

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce you to everyone. This is our new roommate, Mr. Professor, one of the Twelve Knights of the Cleaning Association."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Lian looked at the heads on the bookshelf in front of him, his face full of shock, and he shouted loudly:

"You are... you are Mr. Pablo of the Mexican Phantom Party!?"

"And you...you are Yamamoto Matsu from the Black Dragon Club!?"

"You...you are Mr. Alexander Basir, the guardian of the Xunshan Monastery..."

"You... I know you! You are all dead! What on earth is this place? What is this place!?!?"

~
Chapter completed!