Chapter 7 Your Wife and Children...

“This is really dangerous.

Arno put the gun in his holster, glanced at Yanmo who fell to the ground, and pulled off the brim of his hat.

The dense white bones are flowing with a strange light, making people feel shuddering.

Touching his eye sockets with his finger bones, Ya Nuo couldn't help but sigh that Yanmo's shooting skills were very accurate, and every shot was enough to hit the head.

But unfortunately, those bullets only penetrated Arno's eyes and caused a few holes in the brim of the hat.

No way, who told him to be just a skeleton?

"Then it should be time for us to sit down and talk calmly."

Arnuo picked up the chair that originally belonged to Yanmo and sat on it, overlooking Yanmo like that.

Due to the characteristics of the undead, Arno could feel that Yanmo's life was about to wither.

Still alive for now, though.

"you!"

Yanmo coughed twice, and his remaining one eye trembled when he saw Arno.

"With your current physical condition, it's better not to get too excited."

"I'll give you an accurate message to put your mind at ease."

"Don't worry, your wife and children are fine and alive and well, but it will be hard to tell after you die."

Arno looked down at Yanmo, his empty eyes devoid of any emotion.

"Or do you need me to help you take care of your wife and children? I don't mind either."

Hearing this, Yanmo's body twitched.

"Just a joke."

"Even if it's your compensation, they will have enough food and clothing for the rest of their lives."

"So, go with peace of mind."

Arnuo knelt down and covered Yanmo's mouth and nose with one hand, and covered his eyes with the other hand.

"Sorry."

He said sincerely in Yanmo's ear.

Arno watched helplessly as this once-generational hero died in an unacceptable way.

Even if it wasn't for himself, but just for Noya, Yanmo must die.

"——It's really shameless of me to make excuses like this."

Yanuo murmured and finally checked Yanmo's condition.

Indeed, it is now completely a corpse.

"Speaking of which, I don't hate this kind of person."

During the previous investigation, Yano learned all the news about Yanmo.

This man is handsome, easy-going, merciful to his subordinates, and caring to the common people.

His business abilities are excellent and his personal life is almost faultless.

That's why his men risked themselves to remind him that even Evie was not hostile to him.

The only pity is that Yanmo should not be in such a dangerous department.

"You're lucky, you're not suitable for such a cold-blooded job."

"So, I will take your place next."

Yanuo said softly and put his hand on Yanmo's chest.

[Skill: Skin attachment. 】

[Skill details: His flesh and blood will be used by you, and his life will be yours; you are him, using his hollow flesh to cover your solid soul, this is your advantage as an undead clan. 】

[Tip: The duration of this skill is five minutes. 】

[Tip: The cooldown time of this skill is half a month. 】

[Tip: The skinned object will be stored in the information database and can be used again after cooling down. 】

This was discovered when Arno was looking for skills that could be useful to Noya.

At that time, this skill was of little use to Noya, but now it has finally come into use.

As the undead clan's own skill, this skill will never disappear. If used properly, it can bring great advantages.

This is why Arno investigated Yanmo in such detail.

"Leave your life to me."

"Give me everything that the man named Yanmo has."

Arno's voice was deep.

From Yanmo's body, a thin silk thread floated out and slowly wrapped around Yanuo's finger.

Just like weaving a fine piece of clothing, starting from Arno's fingers, the threads quickly rotated around him, and soon spread from his fingers to his arms and then to his whole body.

A somewhat familiar yet unfamiliar sense of fulfillment filled Arno's heart.

In his eyes, the originally cold world became bright again.

This was because the blood began to flow, stirring up his stagnant emotions.

"..."

Arno clenched his fist lightly, and the physical feeling seemed to him like it happened a long time ago.

Looking down at Yanmo who had turned into bones, Yanuo bent slightly toward him.

"Thank you. I will arrange a good grave for you later."

Picking up the fallen gun that originally belonged to Yanmo, Arno curled his lips.

Through the reflection of the metal of the gun body, he could vaguely see a handsome guy with an ordinary flesh and blood body.

Arno took out his own gun again and compared it with Yanmo's.

The amazing thing is that the two guns look exactly the same, even the bullets.

This is of course a matter of course, Arnold has already prepared everything.

"There is not much time, it is not time to continue to be intoxicated here."

After straightening his face and trying to keep his expression as calm as possible, Arno left the room.

In a room, everyone's eyes were turned towards him.

The members of the Correctors all showed expressions of relief, while Evie was a little surprised.

"Great, you're okay."

"Really, I am the boss, how can I lose to a villain like that?"

"If you think about it carefully, this is a matter of course."

Everyone was happy that "Yanmo" was safe and sound.

He was indeed a beloved superior and a qualified minister.

If he were in a different position, Arno might like him very much.

However, things have come to this.

"Thank you for your concern, everyone."

"I have confirmed that the identity and arrest warrant of the thief are all fake, just superb imitations."

"In order to prevent such things from happening again in the future, I have temporarily locked him in the room."

"But this colleague is very skilled and cannot be left alone."

"If possible, I would like to ask one of you to help me take care of him temporarily."

Clearing his throat, Arno naturally made a voice exactly the same as Yanmo's.

This is not surprising, because Arno's current vocal cords are Yanmo's.

Except for the soul, there is no difference between him and Yanmo.

"I'll go!"

Someone immediately volunteered.

"Bullshit, I'll go!"

"Stop arguing, I'm the oldest here, I'll go."

"Damn, what does age have to do with this? You're going to be great if you're going to be buried soon!"

Soon, everyone started arguing about this spot.

They all wanted to give the guy who embarrassed them a good lesson.

No one doubted the authenticity of "Yan Mo"'s words, which was the credit accumulated over many years.

And this situation was also within Arno's expectations.

He smiled slightly and spoke.

"How about this, you all go and see the thief first, and then decide."

"The boss is right, first of all, we have to see how miserable the guy is, so that even if we don't get the spot, it won't be a loss."

"Yes, yes, that's right."

Everyone immediately agreed with Arno's opinion.

And when they opened the door, what appeared inside was different from what they imagined.

Yvie covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes wide open.