Three days ago, at night.

A black smoke floated over a village, and the people in the village were dead. The solemn smell of blood filled the surroundings. The man in black standing at the entrance of the village looked ahead with a expressionless face.

Under the dark night, the person who had a black cloak blocked his face suddenly appeared. He couldn't see his appearance or expression. The only thing he could be sure of was that he was a human figure.

Just ten meters away from the man in black, the man stopped and looked up at the man in black.

Seeing this, the man in black sneered:

"Did the God of Death without weapons want to fight me?"

The man in black stopped talking after he spoke. He stared at the God of Death opposite. He could not see the God of Death's face or feel the God of Death's fighting spirit.

The next moment, the God of Death disappeared from the same place, and disappeared from the same place. When it appeared, it had passed the man in black, and only the voices of the God of Death could not distinguish between men and women were heard:

"My mission is to extradite the soul of the deceased and fight with you? You are too arrogant to yourself. Let's wait for when you die."

The man in black was shocked at the moment of his speech. He didn't notice how Death approached him at all. While he was terrified, he looked back and found that the dead souls of the village drifted into the black smoke above with white gas.

"Is this the god of death?"

The man in black sneered, with a sarcasm on his face.

At the same time, Lin Xiaolong played with the Death Scythe in his hand with a blank look on his face and was puzzled by the fact that the sickle was rushing out. As a weapon, it was too weak for him. Since it was the Death Scythe, his ability would definitely not be that simple. However, he had no use in his hand, and it could be said that it was useless at all.

Just as Lin Xiaolong was playing with the Death Scythe, the Death in the black robe seemed to notice that the movement of the breath suddenly stopped. He turned around and walked in another direction. Did the black Death Aura on his body float?

"You're dead when you steal something from Death!"

When the gloomy words dissipated, the body of the god of death also disappeared.

Three days later...

It was already midnight when Lin Xiaolong made it home.

Walking on the deserted street, Lin Xiaolong looked at Bai Yue in the sky and showed a faint smile on his face.

At this time, unexpectedly gave him a sense of quietness. He walked slowly on the stone street. The surrounding scenery became dark, and at this time a cloud of black smoke spread out from alleys.

Lin Xiaolong frowned and stopped and was alert. Such an aura would never be unusual, but the next moment Lin Xiaolong felt a breath of death gathering in front of him. He widened his eyes and looked at the black air that was constantly gathering in the sky.

When the black-robed Death God appeared in front of Lin Xiaolong, the gloomy voice of Death God came:

"Living, hand over the sickle!"

Lin Xiaolong, who saw the god of death, looked at him in confusion and blankly:

"Scythe? Oh, that thing. OK, I'll give it to you. It's not mine anyway."

As he said that, Lin Xiaolong took out the sickle, and the dark sickle was buried in his hand and looked at the god of death and asked:

"By the way, it doesn't matter if you suddenly appear in front of someone else?"

Lin Xiaolong asked with a puzzled look on his face, "This is not a joke." People with some common sense know how a character like the God of Death suddenly appeared in front of the living. It was because of this that Lin Xiaolong did not hand the sickle to the God of Death immediately.

"Of course it is impossible, unless it is someone who is about to die."

The God of Death answered Lin Xiaolong’s question without hesitation, which was nothing more than telling Lin Xiaolong that he was going to die.

"Well, this problem is very serious. I am not married yet, how could I die? Besides, this does not conform to the scientific outlook on development. How could I suddenly die when I live well here?"

Lin Xiaolong showed confusion on his face and looked at Death seriously.

However, the God of Death's answer was very affirmative. He looked at Lin Xiaolong and smiled:

"It's very simple, because you will die soon. It's impossible for the living to see the dead. When you see me now, you will prove that you will die soon. As for what's going on, I don't know, so give me the sickle."

As he spoke, Death stretched out his arm and finished speaking calmly.

"This is really amazing news."

Lin Xiaolong felt gloomy when he heard this. However, it was really not easy to let Lin Xiaolong die. Lin Xiaolong asked in confusion:

"Can that give me some tips? After all, I am the one who found your weapon. It's not reasonable to not give me some compensation."

Lin Xiaolong's words were very reasonable, and the God of Death didn't care too much. But he didn't know how Lin Xiaolong would die. So he said regretfully:

"I don't know what's going on in the future. I will only understand it when it happens."

"Damn it. Don't let me take this. Doesn't that mean I'm dead?"

Lin Xiaolong's face changed and he curled his lips very unhappily.

Death expressed helplessness in this regard:

"I have no choice, okay. Return my weapon to me."

"Tsk, I thought there would be some tips. Forget it for you."

After Lin Xiaolong handed the God of Death to God of Death, he lowered his head and left with a bad look.

The god of death held his weapon and turned to look at Lin Xiaolong and had no intention of leaving. Because Lin Xiaolong would die soon, he felt that it would be better to wait until Lin Xiaolong died before leaving. So he followed, and at this moment, Lin Xiaolong turned back unhappily:

"Why are you still following me?"

"I plan to wait until you die before leaving."

The God of Death answered Lin Xiaolong without hesitation, and the black aura on his body continued to scatter. The surroundings became very gloomy.

"Damn, you're teasing me! I want to beat you!"

Lin Xiaolong couldn't stand it and stared at the god of death. This was simply cursing him to die.

"It is not that the god of death beaten, the living cannot attack the god of death."

Bang!

As soon as the god of death finished speaking, Lin Xiaolong was beaten away with a punch.

"impossible!!"

The flying god of death screamed in disbelief, and his whole body flew to the side uncontrollably. He fell to the ground and trembled.

Lin Xiaolong, who was standing beside him, looked at his fist with surprise and smiled:

"Oh. It's such an unexpected gain. It seems that I can even beat the god of death. It's strange to say that. What's going on?"

As he said, he looked at the god of death lying on the ground with a puzzled look on his face.

Death turned around and cursed with grievance:

"How could I know? It hurts so much! Are you really a living guy??"

"Uh... I'm sorry, I don't know I can beat you up."

When Lin Xiaolong heard the aggrieved cry of Death, he was quite embarrassed. After all, the other party was Death, and he was a god. He accidentally left him, so it would be unreasonable to apologize.

"That, isn't it okay?"

Seeing the God of Death lying on the ground and not answering for a long time, Lin Xiaolong asked carefully.

I saw the god of death lying on the ground and shaking his body. It seemed very painful, and his shaking body made him look very aggrieved. Just like a bullied girl, Muranlin Xiaolong felt a sense of guilt.

He beat the god of death himself. Who would believe this if he said it?

"That, is it okay?"

So Lin Xiaolong leaned over carefully and secretly looked at him with a worried look on his face.

Feeling Lin Xiaolong approaching, Death turned around and yelled:

"Even dad hasn't hit me! You bastard!"

puff!

Hearing this, Lin Xiaolong burst out with old blood, and looked at the god of death lying on the ground and screamed:

"Are you a kid?? Play with me, right?"

"You bastard, I'm going to beat you!"

When the god of death heard Lin Xiaolong's scream, he immediately turned over and pounced on him, and his fist quickly greeted Lin Xiaolong's face.

"Damn, you actually slapped in the face!"

"Shut up and let me punch you."

"Damn, you are a god of death. After all, you are a god. Why do you care about these things with me, a mortal!"

"That doesn't matter! What's important is that I'm going to beat back!"

"Are you a primary school student?"

Crackly. Crackly!

Well, Lin Xiaolong inexplicably fought with Death on the street like a hooligan on the way home.

Who would believe this if he said it!

Finally, Lin Xiaolong was exhausted and lying on the stone floor with the god of death, gasping for breath, and the coffee table in his heart could be described in tons.

"Huh, damn living. You dare to fight back!"

The god of death lay on the ground panting and said to Lin Xiaolong angrily.
To be continued...