An Baichen felt that the amount of information he had received today was very huge, and it had completely exceeded his original understanding of the world of the undead.

An Baichen asked the man in gray a few more questions, and the effect of the elixir was about to expire.

An Baichen sorted out his thoughts, he felt that he still had a lot of questions to continue to ask, this was the first time he had met another intern Grim Reaper, and An Baichen naturally would not miss this opportunity.

There are secrets about the world of the dead, but An Baichen still knows too little.

Before An Baichen could consider whether to continue to swallow the truth elixir for the man in gray, the man in gray's eyes suddenly returned to normal.

The effect of the elixir has passed.

"Here, drink this again. ”

An Baichen handed over the half bottle of mineral water in his hand.

"Good. ”

The man in gray was also simple, he knew that if he didn't obey, he might meet with him.

But before he could bring the mineral water to his mouth, his body suddenly twitched and trembled, and the whole person seemed to be convulsed, his eyes rolled white, his mouth foamed, and he fell to the ground softly.

The mineral water also fell to the ground and spilled all over the ground.

"What's going on?" Yan Yumo glanced at the gray-clothed man lying on the ground, and then looked at An Baichen: "You poisoned him?"

"Nope. ”

An Baichen shook his head, sighed regretfully and said, "It's a side effect of the truth elixir." ”

When Garcia provided wizard potions to the City of the Dead, he explained the effects of each potion in detail.

The elixir is the most sold potion by wizards, and there are many forces on the continent of Eske that need to use it to torture prisoners, but if the mortal who swallows the elixir is just an ordinary person, the elixir will cause him great mental damage.

Ordinary people swallowing the elixir have half the chance of becoming a madman, and half the chance of causing him to be in a trance for several months in a row.

The gray-clothed man's current symptoms are very consistent with the side effects of the spitting pill, and when An Baichen woke him up again, the gray-clothed man looked at An Baichen in confusion with his eyes.

"Ho, ho, ho!" The man in gray danced his hands wildly, his expression was a little crazy and hideous, saliva dripping down his chin, unable to utter a complete sentence, and his Adam's apple could only roll up and down with meaningless growls and monosyllables.

Obviously, the man in gray encountered the negative effect that only had a half chance and went completely insane.

"He's crazy. ”

An Baichen shook his head and sighed, a little unfinished.

finally caught a colleague, but he was crazy by himself.

"It's a shame that I still have some questions that I haven't had time to ask. An Baichen looked at the gray-clothed man who was looking at him in a daze, and he actually lay on the ground to drink water.

Yan Yumo looked at An Baichen a little speechlessly.

Killing people is not too much, you actually made people crazy, doesn't this make life worse than death?

"Do you think he's pretending to be crazy?"

"It doesn't matter. ”

An Baichen waved his hand and said, "You can solve him." ”

"Huh?"

Yan Yumo was happy but also a little puzzled: "Didn't you just say that you wouldn't kill him? ”

"I didn't say I wouldn't cheat on him. An Baichen's tone was calm, and he glanced at Yan Yumo with the eyes of a fool.

Who would believe the words "as long as you reveal information, I will never kill you" or something like that?

"Ka Rub. ”

The black hair strangled the head of the man in gray, and his head rolled down at Yan Yumo's feet, she could only vent her depression in this way.

There is no way, An Baichen is the master, he can't beat him, and he can't scold him.

What can he do if he despises himself?

Originally, An Baichen really didn't plan to kill the man in gray, he just wanted to help Yan Yumo find the murderer, and he didn't want to get into some unnecessary trouble.

But since Yan Yumo appeared, everything has been messed up, and An Baichen can't kill this guy, otherwise the ghost knows if this man in gray will expose his secrets.

Strictly speaking, this is no longer a simple vendetta grudge, the man in gray involves the secrets of the undead world, the man in gray is not an ordinary person, he is a trainee god of death.

An Baichen watched the body of the man in gray slowly fall, he did not have a trace of pity and regret, but his expression was a little distracted, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"What are you thinking?" Yan Yumo looked at An Baichen curiously, and then took the initiative to order the undead warriors to clean the room. As Yan Yumo's servant, she has a certain degree of command over the undead warriors.

"I'm wondering, since I'm a god of death, why haven't I been able to get the souls of the dead?"

An Baichen looked at the body of the man in gray, and this doubt suddenly appeared in his mind just now: "Shouldn't the legendary god of death be able to use methods such as restraining souls?" But from the Eske Continent, the True Martial Continent, to the present, every corpse lying in front of me, I can't feel the soul that appears in their bodies after death. ”

"Maybe your Grim Reaper is not the same as the Grim Reaper recorded in books and myths?" Yan Yumo shrugged her shoulders, she didn't care about these questions, she wasn't a Grim Reaper anyway.

"Could it be that people have no soul after death, or am I not really the god of death at all?

An Baichen felt that he had fallen into a dead end, and he had to dig into the horns of the bull if he couldn't figure out the problem.

"Forget it, I don't want to. An Baichen sighed, he felt that it was better for him to deal with the endgame now.

Although the mess, sundries, and corpses on the scene could not be stored in the undead space as real-world items, An Baichen still had his own way, he called Edra and asked him to sacrifice a space item refined by a wizard to hold the corpses and the sundries in the room.

The wizards in the Iske continent are the most powerful and mysterious existence in this low-magic world, so they have mastered the rules and magic forging skills such as refining space items, but the space items they forge are actually of a very low grade, and the space contained in the forged fantasy items is not particularly large.

And not every wizard is good at forging spatial fantasy items, each one is very precious.

There are several spare space fantasy items in the City of the Dead, some of which Garcia himself bought in the Castle of Snowy Nights, and some of which are items that Nigel's team bought at a high price while they were away.

An Baichen pondered that when he went back to the other world again, he would dispose of the corpses and sundries in these space items, leaving no trace in the real world.

With space items, it was much easier to clean up the room, especially Yan Yumo, who seemed to be a good at housework, and quickly cleaned the hall.

In addition to the absence of sofas, refrigerators, and televisions, there are no special traces left in the entire hall. Although the whole looks a little empty, it is still very complete.

An Baichen searched the room again, but found nothing special, and left the Shengli community to return to his home.

When he got home, An Baichen took out his black dice.

"Listen to that man, this thing is called [Death's Luck]?"

An Baichen was playing with the black dice, and there was Gu Liangchen standing beside him, in order to prevent the black skeleton from suddenly appearing in the black dice that An Baichen could not grasp.

An Baichen was curious about the black dice, and he felt that he needed to study them carefully.

"Judging from the information provided by the man in gray, my mobile phone software and his black dice belong to a special core of the undead world, and they are choosing the heirs of the god of death in order to repair the undead world. ”

"From the perspective of the goal of repairing the world of the dead, they did not do it, casting more nets and catching fish, and not putting hope on one person. ”

"With the support of a large number of intern reapers, there will always be one intern reaper who successfully repairs the world of the dead. ”

"I don't think my mobile phone software and this black dice are like a simple prop and an introduction to the world of the undead, but a guide, a core with simple wisdom. ”

"This core will guide the chosen ones to repair the world of the undead, and in return the chosen ones can use the power of the undead. ”

An Baichen thought carefully, and in a short period of time, there was only so much he could analyze.

"Then the question is, if that's the case, then am I still a Grim Reaper? Shouldn't Death be unique? It's like no one has ever heard of two gods in heaven?"

"Maybe my trial mission has already told me the answer, I'm afraid that only by finding the real world of the dead and mastering the real world of the dead can you be counted as a real god of death, otherwise everyone is a candidate for death. ”

"Then why did this man get stuck on the second mission? The black dice didn't give him a world of the dead to use, and there was no altar of the dead to communicate with the otherworld?"

"Or is it that the path he took is fundamentally different from mine, and he should have other ways and means to infiltrate into the other world, but he didn't find this method himself?"

An Baichen thought carefully, he felt that the reason why he had completed more tasks than this man in gray should be a certain innate advantage.

An Baichen's mobile phone software is loaded with the world of the dead, which has more credible information to introduce the world view of the world of the dead and several key information, including the introduction of the altar of the dead, so that An Baichen knows that he should use the altar of the dead to develop another world.

"If you think of the black dice as a medium for cultivating the Grim Reaper, then there should be many mediums in the real world, and according to my medium and his medium, the role and function of each medium should be different. ”

"Different mediums are supposed to be of different help to the Grim Reaper candidates, and it is impossible to analyze whether the medium I got was the most powerful, but at least the medium I got should be better than the black dice that this man got, and at least my medium is much better for providing information. ”

An Baichen carefully analyzed and deliberated, and he had completed the trial task and advanced task to the current stage, which had far surpassed the man in gray.

And the reason why An Baichen was able to achieve the speed advantage of completing the task completely depended

"Judging from the time when the man in gray killed Sister Yan Yumo, the time when he got the black dice should have been three years ago, so it can be speculated that it has been at least three years since the real undead world put the medium into the real world!"

A strong sense of crisis suddenly appeared in An Baichen's heart, if there were many Grim Reaper candidates in the real world, then there would definitely be one among them who had obtained the medium earlier than himself.

An Baichen doesn't think that he must be the strongest one, and the fact that the man in gray is stuck in the task does not mean that others will also be stuck in the main task.

Everyone is a candidate for the Grim Reaper, so most of them are in competition with each other, and An Baichen does not expect the other Grim Reaper candidates to sit down and have a good conversation with him.

Because An Baichen has learned a key point from the intelligence information provided by the man in gray, the man in gray needs to collect all the fragments in order to grasp the real world of the undead.

This task is also An Baichen's current trial mission, and An Baichen estimates that most of the other Reaper candidates will also get this task.

So this fragment, could it be the medium in the hands of every Reaper candidate?

If this is the case, then every Reaper candidate is each other's enemy, and who would easily give up a powerful power that they had so hard to grasp?

"By the way, I almost forgot!"

An Baichen suddenly remembered that when he got the black dice before, he received several mobile phone prompts, which were all prompts given by the undead world after feeling the black dice.

An Baichen hurriedly took out his mobile phone to check, and what he needed most at this time was a summary of information.

The more information we have, the more truth we can analyze.

An Baichen turned on his mobile phone and saw the first prompt message, which made him stunned.