"Deadlord? That's the death overlord outfit that the new wine said? The young man's eyes stared blankly at the man in a black kimono in front of him, with a huge katana pinned to his waist! The momentum emanating from his body was enough to crush them, the ordinary residents of Soul Street! "Is this spiritual pressure?" The emaciated young man raised his right hand like wood and touched his shoulder, and he clearly felt the oppressive force coming from his shoulder! But this Grim Reaper had never been seen in his memory! Could it be...... Dragon's set?

An inexplicable smile appeared in the young man's eyes, and he chilled his thoughts for a while, and even if he was kicked away directly by one foot!

"The little ghost of Wandering Street...... Hmph, get out of the way! The man in the death overlord suit kicked the boy directly into the air, smashed the tattered wall behind him, and fell into the broken bricks. The boy has already been a body that has not eaten for a long time, where can he withstand such a flying kick! For a moment, he lost consciousness.

"Needless to say, let's eat it...... That's all we have left. The sound of new wine rang in the boy's head, and it was the boy's name.

Damn it...... When he opened his eyes with difficulty, he realized that time had only passed for a moment, and behind the previous man in the death overlord suit, there was actually a group of terrifying people, each of whom was wearing a death overlord suit!

"So many Grim Reapers, what is this going to do? Could it be that it is a virtual appearance? But isn't this the Corpse Soul Realm? Looking at the group of Grim Reapers, they walked forward almost without stopping, but there was no lightness on each of their faces.

"Isn't this for us to die, that guy is eight thousand streams!"

"What an eight thousand streams, it's just an arrogant idiot! Cheer me up, this is the captain's order! ”

"Yes!"

Eight thousand streams? The silent gaze lit up instantly, the little girl who followed Jian Ba's side? No, it's not! The name of Yachiryu is from Ken Yatori! This goes without saying that I remember it very clearly, and for a character like Yaqianliu, I will definitely not forget it!

It was difficult to remove the broken bricks on his body, almost using all his strength, but the thought in his heart made the young man muster all his strength and follow these deaths forward.

"Vice Captain, this little ghost has been following us all along, do you want me to get rid of him?" A Grim Reaper said with a shy mouth, a hint of ferocity in his eyes!

"Put away your strength, and you'll be able to deal with the Eight Thousand Streams later."

As soon as the name of the Eight Thousand Streams was mentioned, the Grim Reaper instantly froze, and they followed their vice-captain listlessly and continued to walk forward!

This place has left the Wandering Soul Street, it is no longer a place for ordinary souls, and at the same time, it is also a paradise for criminals! Xinjiu told me that no matter how hard it is, don't leave Soul Street, because outside is the real hell!

The pace of the word became heavier and heavier, he was about to lose his legs, and the young man's body had not eaten for two days, which was almost his limit. But the Grim Reaper team in front also stopped at this moment!

Buyan finally breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the ground, looked at each of them carefully, their expressions, as if they had met a terrifying monster, immediately held the long knife in their hands tightly, looked around vigilantly, and even after noticing him, they would skip it directly and patrol in the next direction!

"Be on guard! Here she comes! ”

"Yes! Be! ”

Buyan's heart suddenly tightened, and some regrets followed, here, it doesn't seem to be a good place, but Buyan, who wants to leave, can't stand up, what's even more terrifying is that the next moment, an overwhelming spiritual pressure instantly hit everyone! Compared with the previous vice-captain, there is a difference between heaven and earth!

"It's ...... What spiritual pressure! Damn, how can it be so strong? ”

"Vice Captain, let's withdraw......"

"What nonsense to talk about, forgot about our mission? Our target was her! ”

The power of this spiritual pressure exceeded everyone's expectations, even these Grim Reapers, who came to crusade against the Eight Thousand Streams, were shocked, not to mention the silence of ordinary people, who were completely crushed to the ground, and threw themselves to the ground! Not only that, but that suffocating sense of horror swept through his body and mind, and for a moment, it was as if it was a knife-like horror.

"It's coming!" The deputy captain's body trembled, and he immediately turned in a direction, and sure enough, a terrifying figure fell directly from the sky and landed in front of them, even smashing the ground into a big hole.

Without saying anything, he looked at the figure with waist-length hair, a tattered feather coat, and at the same time, a terrifying long knife in his hand, and even ...... There are also dripping blood. This figure doesn't look very tall, and it's even much shorter than those Grim Reapers, but that momentum alone suppresses everyone, and even the spiritual pressure of these Grim Reapers, you can't feel it.

"Death?"

"Do it! Attack, giant! ”

In the silent gaze, the long knife in the vice captain's hand burst out with a dazzling light in an instant, illuminating all the surrounding environment in an instant, and the next moment, the originally ordinary katana turned into a huge and terrifying armor, all over the body of the vice captain! A pair of fists are full of spikes!

"Damn...... It's all up to me. The Grim Reaper beside the vice-captain shouted, and at the same time, he made a move, and his strength surged in an instant, and his spiritual pressure increased...... "Tremble, passerby!"

The long knife in his hand, like the previous vice-captain, gave birth to terrifying sawtooth out of thin air, standing impressively in front of everyone's eyes!

"Slashing Blade?" Bu Mu muttered, "That's not eight thousand streams...... She was...... Violent? ”

This is the last consciousness that goes without saying, the bloom of the two slashing knives, as if there is still the sound of ghosts, as if there is still the sound of fighting, as if it is ...... There are still a lot of voices, but they are destined to be inaudible. His body was light and fluttering, as if he had been dreaming for a long time.

In his dreams, he sees Shinjiu, who has been taking care of him in Wandering Soul Street, and the hooligans who bully him, as well as the image of him snatching food from the bowl of a stray dog with Shinjiu. There seem to be a lot more, but it goes without saying that the consciousness is getting more and more blurred.

"No, are you coming to me?"

"Xinjiu, where are you?" Needless to say, he really heard the sound of new wine, and it sounded in his head! "Needless to say, you still have a long way to go, keep going......"

Suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the scenery in front of him without saying a word, still ...... It was the mottled bushes, and his body was the same as before, he fell to the ground and couldn't move, and the pain and great weakness that came from his whole body still made him extremely tormented.

"Xinjiu, it's not easy to live, or are you smart, and you died so early."

Grabbing the grass roots next to him, he didn't even care about the soil on it, and ate it all in his mouth without saying a word! He chewed with all his might, but he didn't even have the strength to chew, so he had to swallow it in one go. The devil knows what he ate, and if he could survive like this, then live.

After a long time, after it was dark, the unspoken sense of prostration slowly disappeared, and when I stood up, it was still dark in front of me, and I almost fell down again. Holding on to the trunk of the tree, he stood with difficulty. The thought of returning to the long stretch of Soul Street made me feel extremely painful.

What kind of life is this, it's not a nobleman after crossing over, and it doesn't even have a slashing knife, or even ...... It's a thousand years ago in the plot!

At that moment just now, he was absolutely not mistaken, the so-called Eight Thousand Streams was none other than the Flower Lie of the first generation of Sword Eight! Even the martyrs who have not yet entered the thirteenth team of the original court protector, when is this? Where the hell is he?

That's right! Slashing Sword!

Without saying a word, he turned his head immediately, and sure enough, the corpses of the Grim Reaper were still quietly there, and it seemed that he hadn't been asleep for too long, at least...... No one has found out here yet! He staggered over and picked up the broken slashing knife. Needless to say, I didn't plan to use it as my weapon, but it was ...... It's just a weapon for self-defense. Relying on the support of the slashing sword, he walked forward step by step.

His luck was good, there were many woods here, and there were quite a few fruit trees among them, and it was needless to say that he had recovered some of his physical functions by relying on the unknown fruits on them. At least you don't have to rely on the support of the sword to walk.

As soon as he thought of the spiritual pressure shown by Mao Zhihualie before, there was a burst of despair in his heart, this kind of world, he didn't even know how to become stronger, how could he live?

"Xinjiu, your task is too difficult." simply put those death overlord costumes of the god of death on his body, relying on strong intentions and tenacious fighting! The epiphany between life and death finally killed the little white rabbit in front of him! It was almost exhaustive of all of its power before it was cooked.

Ignoring the scorched part, or even taking care of the hot mouth, he began to devour it without saying a word, how long has it been since he had eaten properly? Ten days? A month, or two months, he doesn't remember, after he came here, it was Xinjiu who took him in, and who knows what that guy thought? I can't support myself anymore, and I will even take in a dying imp and give him food and shelter.

But it goes without saying that it also relied on this person to survive on Wandering Soul Street. However, the burden of the two of them for Xinjiu is still too great, as time goes by, Xinjiu gradually perceives his weakness, and he has no way to feed Wuyan, but his body is too weak to live, Xinjiu has to give his own food without saying anything!

On the last day, what did the new sake give you to eat? Thinking about it without any effort, it seems like a rotten apple or a moldy bread? The bread seems to be eaten at night, so it should be an apple.

After eating that meal, the new wine finally couldn't hold it anymore, and collapsed in front of the silent one.

In the end, the new wine was handed over to the unspoken thing, and it was only the rotten apple. Relying on the little strength after eating the apple, it goes without saying that the new wine is buried next to the new restaurant, and it is still necessary to be quiet, not to be discovered by others, otherwise this kind of thing will definitely be beaten.

Next, how do you survive?

After eating the rabbit, I fell to the ground without saying a word, looking at the night in confusion, among the shining stars, will one of them be you? New wine.

With the night breeze, he fell asleep on the wet soil.

Following.

When I opened my eyes, I still saw the scene in front of me, the dew-soaked fire, the wet clothes, the leftover rabbit bones, the broken slashing knife, and the thick and wide death suit!

"I'm so lucky that I didn't die, new wine! Outside this Soul Street, it's not as dangerous as you say. Bu Mo smiled slightly, picked up the slashing knife, and walked in the direction of Soul Street.