The scene in front of me is really...

I can't put it into words.

A bloody man sat on a dusty chair, his arm grabbed by two crazy female zombies, who were not polite at all, as if they had been hungry for tens of thousands of years, kneeling on the ground and opening their sharp teeth and constantly biting.

It's normal, it's happening every second in the city, it's the man's reaction that isn't normal.

"Okay~~, bite here, bite here, hurry up..., oh~~!"

The zombie bit and let out a terrifying cry, combined with his flying moan, creating a very strange atmosphere, so that Yang Yuebing and the fat man next to him couldn't do anything else except the corners of their mouths twitching wildly.

Biting and biting, there was a cracking sound that sounded in the dark.

Click!

It was the same sound again, and after a while, there was a ticking sound, and it was obvious that something had fallen from the mouths of the two zombies and fell to the ground.

The zombies didn't feel it at all, but they were biting, but now they were sucking.

"Well, is the tooth broken again?"

Qin Yang sighed, and before his voice fell, suddenly a huge figure appeared behind the two zombies, his whole body was green, and a pair of blood-red ghost eyes stared at them blankly.

Call~~!

A gale swept through the air, and two flying zombies streaked across the entire corridor, crashing into the rushing zombie group like bowling, and a group of rushing zombies all hit the spot and rolled back.

The eldest cousin still stood quietly, and the two people next to him also stood quietly.

It's very quiet, it's eerily quiet...

The fat man finally couldn't help it: "Teacher, this is... What's going on? ”

"It's hard to put into words..."Qin Yang scratched the back of his head in annoyance.

Qin Yang recalled...

The sky was dark, and the sun and moon were dark.

Qin Yang was pressed to the ground by a group of zombies, and his venom-covered fangs fell like a storm, he was in pain, this kind of death and life was too undignified, but in order to return to the god position, he could only endure it.

But here comes the problem, and at the sound of these things biting soundly, his book fell out.

The book fell to the ground, and then was blown away by the passing yin wind, and then the information on the book changed, and the book slowly oozed a terrifying netherworld aura, and then the lines began to change, and two large characters written in blood appeared on the cover: Hades Book.

Then Qin Yang heard a voice: "The target has been determined, the holder is Qin Yang, the god of death, the book of the underworld has been bound to the owner, the binding time is XX year XX month XX day XX o'clock, from this time on, the curse scroll of the book of the dead is the only legal holder of the god of death Qin Yang, any robbery is a crime!" ”

"There are three major rules that the holder of the Book of Hades must follow, otherwise he will go to hell and never be reborn!"

The three rules are: 1. It cannot be transferred in any way. 2. Do not use the collected items to do evil. 3. Pay the authorization fee of 100,000,000.00 yuan before December 31 of this year. ”

Then there is an explanation, which is very auspicious.

Qin Yang felt very sour, his whole body was torn and bitten, and he was dying in pain, at this time, the damn ghost book was actually energetic, and at this time he asked himself to pay the money and explain the law.

There was a band called Dancing Elves, and they drank a song saying that God was a girl, and he didn't believe it at first.

Now he believes.

But it doesn't matter anymore, he's dying, as long as he can turn back into death, just give him back this broken book, do they dare to force death to pay money, but he is really!

Yes~~~!

Qin Yang was in extreme pain, the zombies were gnawing recklessly, his flesh and blood were blurred, the sweat on his head was constantly oozing out, the green muscles were bursting out, he was inhaling with all his strength, but his breath was getting weaker and weaker, his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, he was really going to die.

I'm done...

Qin Yang closed his eyes and waited for that moment to come...

It's a pity, the wish is good, and now it's cruel, how could God be willing to let him die.

"The Book of Darkness was activated, and a special poison [Source of Resentful Spirits] was found on the owner of the book.

Grade of the Underworld: C, etc

DUPLO difficulty: Rare

Number of Possessions: 0

Function: The source of the resentful spirit can adjust the yin body, help all the yin spirits grow, is an extremely important primary cultivation thing for the yin spirit, it is even rarer in the market, it is a controlled item, and the black market is generally sold for 1,000,000 a bottle.

Status: Collecting...

The toxins are sufficient, the relics are collected, the author gets the [Source of the Spirit*1], and the objects are successfully collected, and the book owner recovers his body once! ”

Qin Yang was about to die, but he suddenly felt that his pain had suddenly disappeared, his body had actually healed, and his soul had already left half of it, but he was suddenly pulled back by a gravity, and he was very strangely alive again.

"Huh? What's going on with this TM? ”

Qin Yang's mind went blank, he only knew that his body seemed to be back to normal again.

And then...

The cycle of pain begins.

The zombie found that the meat was fresh again, so he was very happy to continue to enjoy the feast, and the book of the underworld continued to be included, and it was almost gnawed to see God, and it was successfully cured, and it was gnawed by the zombie again, and it was almost cured again...

Frequent deaths... Heal... Frequent deaths... Heal...

......

"I'll fuck your ancestors!"

After enduring the pain of scraping the bones and feeding the corpses five times, he finally broke out, and after a few minutes, all the zombies were dismembered, and even the bones were dismantled.

Qin Yang stood on the grassland, took out a pack of cigarettes from a zombie, sat on the zombie, and took a few puffs very decadently, Yan Ran a homeless man who had lost his home.

"When will I die? ...”

He looked up at the starry sky lonely, and the grimace of the hanged ghost sister next door that he liked suddenly appeared in front of him, but for some reason, it was already a little blurry and not very clear.

Alas, it's only been a few days, and humans are such forgetful creatures...

Qin Yang is not a sentimental ghost, he quickly put away his heart, and now he has one thing to think about.

Make hay!

Not only can he not die this time, but he also owes 100 million yuan for no reason, which is equivalent to 10 million yuan in the world, even if the Grim Reaper can embezzle and do black market business, it will take ten or eight years to pay off.

This money must be given, otherwise the police will find that he cannot turn back into the Grim Reaper, and these bastards will have to increase their strength several times to squeeze themselves.

"A bottle of the source of resentment is one million, and about 100 bottles can be solved, ah~~, 100 bottles~~!"

A tear crossed the corner of Qin Yang's eyes, looking at the group of zombies rushing over, he finally understood what it was like for those stunning beauties who were going to sell themselves in the Qinglou.

"Come on!!" He closed his eyes.

The corpses swarmed away...

......

This is the tragic history of Qin Yang, the god of death, but he won't let anyone know.

"You said you got out of the car to relieve your hands?"

"Uh-huh."

"And then saw a bunch of zombies?"

"Uh-huh."

"You saw them go from zombies to humans after taking the pills?"

"Uh-huh."

"You beat them all to death, grab the antidote?"

"Uh-huh."

"Are you an idiot when we are?"

Qin Yang shrugged, looking like he believed it or not, Yang Yuebing still looked skeptical, but the simple fat man had already believed it, and his eyes were shining with golden light.

"Brother, can you... Give us a shot too? ”

"Oh, it's okay, but my medicine is not only a detoxification, but also makes you invincible, not afraid of zombies and ghouls at all, you saw my situation just now, such a precious thing..."

"How much do you want?" The fat man went straight to the point.

"5 million, no bargaining!"

"This..."

The fat man's face changed, although money is not a problem in the world of blood curses, but because he has not contributed much, all the assets that can be exchanged for points have only just reached more than 5 million.

"Don't you, forget it!"

"No, I want it, but I have to go back to pay!"

"Hehe, that's right."

Qin Yang took out the glucose oral liquid he had just stolen from the supermarket and handed it over...

Don't blame me, God forced it.