Under the watchful eyes of teachers and students, An Baichen got into the police car, and the time was already 1 o'clock in the morning.

Police cars drive down quiet streets, accompanied only by dim street lights on either side.

An Baichen sat in the back seat with his eyes closed, and the police officer who was driving glanced at An Baichen through the rearview mirror, and whispered to his companion: "It's still a child, he is asleep." ”

"It's definitely a little tiring to go through so much in one night. ”

The other officer smiled, glanced back at An Baichen, and then closed his eyes in the passenger seat.

Although Li Xing suspected that An Baichen was suspected of committing a crime, the suspicion was not big, and everyone just went through a process, and then paid more attention to this medical student before the case was solved.

An Baichen is indeed very tired, although he is a god of death, but his body is still just an ordinary student, he is highly nervous all night, and he is somewhat tired after relaxing.

But in the car, which was always in a situation, it was difficult for An Baichen to sleep, and his mind kept rethinking what happened today.

Yan Yumo's strength is very strong, and to be able to subdue this special undead today, the element of luck is too great.

Although the skeleton soldiers were strong, Yan Yumo could not destroy and damage the skeleton soldiers, but the skeleton soldiers' actions were very stiff, and they were also unable to cause damage to Yan Yumo.

Yan Yumo is fast, quick to react, has a variety of talents, and can restrain the enemy and affect the enemy's mental senses.

If he hadn't taken the puppet doll possessed by Xiao Xiaosu in his hand for the first time, I am afraid that he would not be Yan Yumo's opponent at all.

An Baichen felt that he needed to find a way to strengthen his personal strength, at least to have more means to save his life.

"What's more restrained about the undead?"

An Baichen pondered, the scalpel could cut Yan Yumo's black hair tonight, but it had no effect at all after Yan Yumo went berserk.

It turns out that the so-called killing weapons can't deal with the undead at all, so it is speculated that many folk rumors will not have much effect on the ghosts.

An Baichen had a headache, he felt that he was not very qualified as a god of death, and he didn't know much about the undead at present.

As a god of death, you should have your own unique way of dealing with the undead, which is a necessary professional skill and professionalism for the profession of the god of death.

Although An Baichen can rely on the undead's subordinates for now, he still needs to be prepared to clash head-on with the undead independently.

"By the way, I still have a chance to draw the lottery, but it's useless. An Baichen suddenly thought of this, and hurriedly opened his eyes, took out his mobile phone, and clicked on the [World of the Dead] software.

The randomness of the lottery is very large, but most of them can improve their strength, whether it is to draw new undead, new talents, new skills or fantasy items, they can be accepted by An Baichen.

In the eyes of the police officers who were driving, this medical student probably didn't like to rest in the car, so he turned on his mobile phone to play games.

An Baichen lowered his head and played with his mobile phone, clicking on the lottery option of [World of the Dead].

[Dear administrator, you have a free lottery chance, do you want to use it now?]

"Confirmed. ”

An Baichen clicked the confirm button, and the mobile phone screen began to rotate, and a familiar picture of black lake ripples appeared.

An Baichen took a deep breath, put down his phone, and began to close his eyes and pray sincerely.

"Full of gods and Buddhas, immortals from all walks of life, the last god of death administrator, although I have never seen you, but I know that you are all big people with grace, and you are definitely willing to bless me with good things this time. ”

"What are you doing?" asked the policeman who was driving the car, and he looked at An Baichen through the rearview mirror, his expression a little confused.

The medical student put his hands on his chest and his eyes closed, no matter how he looked.

"I'm praying. ”

An Baichen opened his eyes and said with a smile.

"You're still a believer?" the policeman was a little interested: "Aren't all medical students atheists?"

"It's okay to pray for a more pure heart, after all, I'm a good person. An Baichen said casually, if a god of death is a loyal believer of a god, then I really don't know which great god has such good luck.

An Baichen didn't want to continue to dwell on this topic, the mobile phone vibrate, An Baichen picked up the phone, looked down and checked, the lottery has been completed.

[Congratulations, Dear Administrator!] Draw a fantasy item "Nether Scythe.] 】

"It's a fantasy item!"

An Baichen smiled, according to An Baichen's analysis, among all the lottery options, only by drawing powerful undead and fantasy items with good attributes can he improve his comprehensive strength in a short time.

Although the fantasy item is a dead thing, if it is used well, it will also change the current embarrassing situation of being helpless against the undead.

"Nether Scythe, it sounds like it's supposed to be a weapon. ”

An Baichen pondered, his scalpel could almost be thrown away. He adjusted his phone back to the normal interface, clicked on the fantasy item option in the [World of the Dead], and began to check the basic information of the [Nether Scythe].

......

Item Name: Nether Scythe.

Item Level: Level 1 fantasy item.

Item Effect: [Slash] can break the physical immunity effect, deal damage to undead creatures and biological souls with normal weapons, and [Mega] can transform into Nether Form, which will become huge for a short time, and increase the [Slash] effect.

......

Although it is only a level 1 fantasy item, the effect is very useful.

For the undead, especially the ghosts, ordinary people can't see them at all, let alone harm them.

Most of the undead species have "physical immunity", which is an innate talent for most undead species.

Normal people's weapons cannot harm these undead, and can only use fantasy items rich in strange energy.

An Baichen looked at the attributes of the Nether Scythe and was very satisfied.

"Nether Scythe. ”

An Baichen spread out his hands and made a false grip, and he shouted in his heart. The air around An Baichen's hand rippled and distorted faintly, as if it had been scorched by flames, and the Nether Scythe appeared in An Baichen's hand.

The Nether Scythe is a fantasy item, about two meters long and three fingers wide, that looks huge, but actually weighs nothing in your hand.

It was an imaginary object, pitch black all over, and Ann held it upright, a huge, curved scythe piercing through the roof of the car.

"Good stuff. ”

An Baichen's eyes lit up, and he waved it casually, the scythe looked sharp, and the huge black blade shimmered in the night.

Considering that the Nether Scythe can also cause soul damage to ordinary people, An Baichen's swing range has always been limited to the top of his head and left and right, and he did not swing in the direction of the front, feeling that he had found a new favorite toy.

"What are you doing?" Perhaps An Baichen's movements were so large that even the policeman who was dozing off in the co-pilot woke up and turned his head to look at An Baichen with strange eyes.

How is this guy dancing like a madman.

Ordinary people can't see the appearance of the Nether Scythe, unless An Baichen takes the initiative to manifest the Nether Scythe in the main plane, which is common to all fantasy items.

"Is it a new prayer action?" the policeman driving the car interjected.

"Yes, this is my prayer action. ”

An Baichen nodded, and he went down the steps: "What do you think?"

"Hehe, it's good. ”

The policeman sitting in the passenger seat nodded, his smile a little stiff.

This is a church that teaches people this kind of dancing prayer, which looks too silly.

The two policemen glanced at each other, and both saw the strange look in each other's eyes, but they were both silent.

Almost as soon as he saw it, An Baichen put away the Nether Scythe and reopened the phone.

"The trial mission has been completed, so will there be any changes to the advanced mission?"

An Baichen pondered, he had been thinking about the advanced quest, after all, its reward was the [Altar of the Dead] of the core world building of the [World of the Dead].