"As you can see, I'm just a prisoner now. "There are often people who come to get my mark and practice necromancy, but a special being like you is the first. ”

"Looks like you're no stranger to necromancy. Qin Ming keenly grasped a question.

In his opinion, it should be the duty of the Grim Reaper to send people to hell, and necromancy is precisely a violation of his duty.

But the Grim Reaper didn't care: "Necromancy is what I created, how can it be strange." In the past, all the necromancers were my subordinates, but now I rely on the power of some necromancers to survive, and you are here to want the Mark of Death? Become a necromancer?"

"I don't think about it now, I guess those sigils are what you used to restrain the necromancer. Qin Ming said tentatively, but the god of death didn't care, and simply admitted it.

"I might be able to make a deal with you, although I haven't seen your deity with my own eyes, but I can clearly feel your great strength, and you want to practice magic, it's a good idea. Death said.

"Good idea, what do you mean?" Qin Ming asked, but he already had a guess in his heart.

And the god of death is worthy of being an old immortal, a god, maybe their strength is similar, but their scheming is better than him, a word in their hearts.

"You should have realized that when you entered this world, you were completely recent, and with such great power. A tiger swallowing a grain of sand may not care, but what if it gets stuck in a knife? What do you think of the tiger's feelings? The Grim Reaper said while looking at Qin Ming.

Considering that Qin Ming's face was just a skull, he was probing his soul fluctuations.

The Grim Reaper continued: "This tiger may not know at first how powerful this knife is, how long and sharp it is, but over time, he will definitely try it out. I don't know how long you've been in this world, but you must have felt that the world's malice towards you, although it hasn't reached the point of being struck by lightning while standing still, there are a lot of inexplicable troubles. Isn't that right?"

"So, can you help me out of this predicament? This is our deal?"

"No, I can't help you, because you're the same level or even stronger than me, and as I said earlier, your choice to practice magic is a good start. And what I can help you with is necromancy to help you cultivate. It's up to you to set up a stall. ”

"How are you going to help me? I won't accept the Grim Reaper's Mark you just mentioned. Qin Ming asked.

"Why not? That's all I can give you now. However, to be precise, it is the mark of death, ordinary necromancers come to me, the mark of death I give is a simplified version of my understanding of life and death, and this mark of death is my entire understanding of life and death, they follow my method of cultivation, it is impossible to surpass me in a lifetime, and the mark of death will not let you be restricted by me like other necromancers.

And, most importantly, you don't know, this world, there is not only one god in me, if you don't practice undead magic, once you practice other magic, you will be induced by the magic gods of this series, and when the time comes, they may directly bring the artifact and come to you to trouble, instead of talking to you calmly like me. ”

The god of death talked eloquently, and said a series of words, which made Qin Ming a little unable to react, gods, main gods, seals, etc., were really a little strange to him, a person who cultivated immortals. Of course, that didn't prevent him from seeing something else.

"Then what about the conditions you offered, help you out?" Qin Ming said.

The Grim Reaper laughed: "This is the quality that both sides of the transaction should have." Two conditions, save me from this place, or kill Satan, you have fulfilled either one, and you have fulfilled the requirements. ”

Qin Ming looked at the darkness around him, even if the deity forcibly transmitted some power to come here, but if he wanted to save the god of death out, it was simply wishful thinking, and Satan, thinking with his little thumb, knew that this must be a big boss-level character.

Qin Ming was speechless: "If you want me to do such a thing with just one mark, I'm afraid you're still living in a dream." ”

"This mark is extraordinary, it is a part of the split from my godhead, not only can you cultivate necromancy and get twice the result with half the effort, but even if you cultivate other magic to a certain level, you can also ensure that you will not be noticed by other gods. ”

"That's even more interesting, this kind of thing, how do I know it's not a piece of poison bait. Qin Ming squinted his eyes and said.

"Don't you also say that this is something that has split from your godhead, and it must be very dangerous. ”

But the Grim Reaper told him by his actions that his majestic body was glowing, and a huge white skeleton appeared in the black robe, and there was a huge red ball of light on the chest of the skeleton, like a red star, which was his godhead.

The godhead emitted a light and shone on Qin Ming's body, and at this moment, his deity unexpectedly directly connected with the god of death, as if he was talking face-to-face.

The primordial infant of the deity, with the Haotian Mirror on his head, emitted a white light, and the godhead emitted a red light to balance. But at this moment, the two also know each other, and it is impossible to lie. Even in addition to what the Grim Reaper said, Qin Ming also learned a lot of things in this world in an instant, and the benefits of the so-called mark of death.

"This deal, to do or not to do. The Grim Reaper let out an earth-shattering roar, but Qin Ming knew that he was only in great pain because his ability had penetrated the chains. This also indicates that soon, the Grim Reaper's anomaly will be discovered and resealed back into that form.

"Give me the mark of death. Qin Ming said, and at the same time cut off the connection between the two.

The huge skull of the Grim Reaper flashed red, and the stars on his chest emitted dazzling light, and a small star was separated from it, and finally shot into the skull possessed by Qin Ming.

In the black mist, there was a roar of rage, and black chains spread out, and the god of death used the last bit of divine power to send Qin Ming away.

In the classroom of the Department of the Undead, Doyle had already completed his magic, and was playing with a skull, feeling his thoughts in other people's bodies, and seeing himself through other people's eyes, this feeling was very strange.

And Qin Ming was still in the stone wall, although Nicholas was not worried, but it took too long to go in.

Suddenly, the coffin containing the skeleton emitted a burst of white flames, burning the coffin to the ground. Not only that, but the entire wall was burned with white flames.

"Put out the fire. Doyle shouted.

Nicholas is a slap in the backhand, this wall is the first summoning place that has been inherited by the undead for thousands of years, and every piece of soil on it was dug up by the directors of the previous session from the thousand-year-old tomb, and its value is comparable to some fifth-level magic materials. It is also the greatest wealth left of the undead department. This is ruined.

But there is one more important one, Qin Ming also burned in it. But he didn't have to worry about that.

The flames threatened for about three seconds, and a white skeleton emerged from it, and the white flames attached to him, giving it an extra sense of sacredness. Qin Ming also came out, but the latter had an extra musty smell.