After getting it, the Scythe of Death turned into a black light, and the red ghost sign on the edge of the eyebrows was drawn, and the brush was integrated into it.

"It's gone."

All the people feel lost.

The ghost signature of the deity's red letter is already the Void General Hong, who is an extremely domineering semi-saint spirit, and he is always envious.

Now that I have signed a contract with the Death Scythe with a red letter ghost, this is the first time that I have surpassed the deity at the level of "treasure".

But after only one moment, it became empty again.

He looked into the distant sky, his eyes filled with tears and his heart was filled with melancholy.

Is a short-term possession a reward or a punishment?

“Have it.”

In the Ghost Buddha Realm, Xu Xiaoshou's eyes flashed with a faint light, and the red ghost sign in the purple palace lit up.

A black sickle with a long handle and long blade was added to his hand, which was heavy.

He was very precious and couldn't let go of it. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the sickle was really beautiful.

I am like a transit station... I don't want to say anything anymore. He even lowered his desire to live, but he could only ask on his behalf:

"If I want to see you next time and there are difficulties on the road to seeking Taoism, can I summon a thread of yours through the Scythe of Death...even if it's a silence?"

Persevering person...

The Ghost Ancestor smiled and shook his head.

He has given this answer, and Xu Xiaoshou does not believe in evil, so he can only say it in another way:

"I may not be mine next time I meet."
Chapter completed!