Chengye laughed and fell on the sofa, "Mayor Zhang, can you stop making trouble? If you ask this, you will easily get trapped by you. I am a student, don't mess with me, okay?"

Zhang Jiang rolled his eyes, leaned over and approached Chengye, pressed him to the sofa seat, and said with a sharp look: "You are a student, named Chen Ye, who alone destroyed the wealthy Eternal International Group, which is as rich as a country. No matter how you did it, just talk about how many of the information you reported, are things that cannot be explained by science? Just those things are enough for me to arrest you."

"Then you can do it directly, and why do you say so much nonsense?"

"Not for anything else, just for two words: 'truth'."

Chengye smiled slightly and said to himself: "This Zhang Jiang is really in line with his personality."

"I will definitely find out the truth, but I don't want to see you on the murderer's list in the end." After saying that, Zhang Jiang slammed the door and left.

Chengye put his hands behind his head, leaned comfortably on the sofa, smiled at the closed door, his face gradually turned cold, and he thought to himself: "With the interference of the police force, their murder should be limited. Even if it is a little bit, the efforts I have made are not in vain."

The next day, Chengye went to xj Province, and the "something that happened" once again staged a drama of killing half and doing half.

By the way, he crossed the border and sneaked into the country of AFH, preparing to return the 100,000 ghosts to the god of death.

The country is still in war. Although it is not as big as Chengye's time, small-scale battles still occur every day.

There will be sacrifices when there is battle. Late at night, Chengye was next to a ruin after the bombing, waiting for the arrival of the god of death in a boring manner. He wanted to return these ghosts to him with his own hands, so that his credibility could be demonstrated.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the person who was killed turned into a ghost wandering on the ruins of the street. A black wind passed by, and the god of death that Chengye was waiting for finally appeared.

I saw him transform into countless clones, and he crawled into the ground with his aimless wandering soul.

Chengye was afraid that he would leave, so he appeared, called him, and said fluently in English: "Hey, man, I'm here to return your ghost."

"It's you? Are you here to steal the ghost again?"

Chengye couldn't understand what the other party was saying, but just kept a distance and took out the purple gold gourds from the mustard bag, put them in front of him one by one, and took off the lid.

Ghosts flew out of the gourd, like fireflies in the grass, one hundred gourds and one hundred thousand ghosts immediately filled the entire ruins.

Only then did the God of Death realize that the person in front of him was coming to return the ghost.

He scratched his head under his cloak, his body shook wildly, and countless phantoms formed, meeting the ghosts that slowly flew out, and leading them into the ground one after another.

"I didn't expect you to be a believer." Death spoke English.

"Oh, you can speak English! Of course, we Chinese always keep our word." Chengye said proudly.

"Thank you for helping me to restrain them together. You are very strong, but I feel that the breath on you has the same feeling as the things in my hands, so I want to give you the same gift as your thanks for helping me."

When Chengye heard that he had returned the gift, he suddenly felt embarrassed and said, "I don't need to thank you, this is what I should do." Although he refused, he was still quite happy.

The god of death searched in his sleeve for a while and took out a long piece of object wrapped in gray canvas.

He floated to Chengye and said, "This is my grandfather's friend from your East who has sent it to him. He said that if he doesn't come to pick it up a hundred years later, he will give it to someone with destiny. I feel that I have a good relationship with you, the god of death in the East, so I plan to give him to you."

Chengye took the thing and smiled and said, "Thank you, I am just a ghost hunter, not an Eastern God of Death."

"Ghost hunter? It doesn't matter. Anyway, I think it is very suitable for you. Who can tell the truth clearly? You can open it and take a look." The god of death seemed to be in a good mood.

Chengye opened up layers of packages as he spoke, and finally revealed the lineup of this gift.

This is a black crystal sword with dark body. The hilt is made of black iron and five hollow grooves the size of a thumb on the sword grid. "What kind of gems should have been inlaid here." Cheng Ye thought so.

"Thank you so much, this is so expensive." Chengye dragged his sword and saluted slightly.

"You're welcome, I don't know if he's expensive, but I can feel the breath of this sword is somewhat similar to the breath you emitted when I fought with you last time, so you should be very suitable."

Upon hearing this, Chengye gently held the hilt of the Black Crystal Sword. Just as the hilt of the sword touched his palm, he was full of excitement. The Black Crystal Sword let out a happy silence. Chengye stood in front of him, and a feeling of blending and bloodlines coming from the sword.

"I have a familiar feeling about him, as if we have seen it somewhere, or the scene in front of me has appeared in my dream."

"Haha-I just said, you are the one who is destined to be the sword. Okay, Dongfang Death, it's time for me to leave, I hope it can help you."

"Oh, my name is Linghu Chengye, where are you?"

"I forgot, they all called me Death..." Before he could finish his words, Death disappeared into the vast night.

Chengye held the sword in his hand and waved it gently. The black crystal sword sounded clear, and a sword energy cut out in the air. A reinforced concrete wall in front of Chengye was cut off half by the sword energy.

"This... is so strong?"

Chengye waved twice again. Although he had sword energy, he was no longer as powerful and destructive as before. He only left two deep sword marks on the opposite wall.

At the same time, Chengye felt powerlessness all over his body, and his legs were a little unable to stand and began to tremble.

Chengye was busy looking at himself, and the three swords that he slashed out casually instantly exhausted all his internal strength.

What surprised him even more was that the seedlings in the sea of ​​consciousness were beginning to stretch their branches at a speed visible to the naked eye. The black smoke emerging from the branches continued to condense into black leaves and roots on the branches, wriggling and wrapping the golden roulette tighter.

"Is this sword related to the demon species?"

This is not possible. Chengye let go of his hand and wanted to throw the sword away, but the hilt seemed to be stuck to his hand, and he couldn't even move it. In desperation, Chengye used his other hand to twist the sword spine and pulled it hard, hoping to pull it away, but he still couldn't pull it away.

Chengyeqi's eyes turned red, he twisted the hand on the sword spine, held the sword body hard, and used both hands to force it at the same time.

"Ah--" Chengye's hand was suddenly cut by the seemingly unsharp black crystal sword.

The blood was stained on the black crystal sword and instantly sank into the sword body. Just when Chengye was angry, the black crystal sword stuck in his hand emitted a dazzling light and disappeared.

I'm going to work hard.
Chapter completed!