“…… It is also used differently. “

Qi Zihuan's expression was extremely serious, and he finished reading it word by word in Chinese.

Actually, I don't blame him for being serious, it's mainly that he hasn't memorized it for too long, and it's hard to recall.

The black uncle's eyes flashed, completely puzzled, and after a while, he slowly asked, "What do you mean?" ”

"Meaning, people, of course, can't escape death, but they can still choose whether it makes sense to die."

"It's all a delusion, everyone's death has already been arranged, and all anyone who has reached the time limit needs to do is lie down on the morgue in front of me step by step." The uncle's fingers gently caressed the edge of the cold stainless steel bed, and his expression was affectionate as if he was touching his lover, "It's a little cold here, but I don't think they care anymore." ”

"You know that?"

"It's just that I've seen too much."

"Speaking of destined, the 'Grim Reaper' seems to have missed sometimes, and occasionally people will escape." Qi Zihuan raised the bar.

"It's just a game of death. You know, it's easy to get a breakdown by doing a repetitive job all the time. ”

The uncle took out a stucco brush from the makeup box next to him and gently swept it on the cheeks of the middle-aged lawyer.

The color is a bit heavy.

Qi Zihuan looked at the two festive blushes on the lawyer's originally resolute and stylish face, the corners of his eyes twitched a little, and asked, "No one can escape?" ”

"Nobody can."

"Oh, okay." Qi Zihuan turned around and left.

The black uncle was also stunned for a moment before he said loudly, "We will see you again." ”

spoke quickly, as if he was going to finish reading the lines before Qi Zihuan walked out of the door.

Qi Zihuan stopped when he heard this, turned his head and asked more: "I've always been curious, what is the so-called 'Grim Reaper'?" ”

The uncle looked straight and replied solemnly: "The 'Grim Reaper' is responsible for strictly enforcing the rules of life and death in the world......

Qi Zihuan didn't listen carefully at all, and interrupted the uncle before he finished speaking: "Immortals? ”

The uncle thought for a moment and shook his head.

"Youkai?"

Still shaking his head.

"Thank you."

Qi Zihuan turned his head very simply and continued to walk out.

The uncle who had prepared a long line was suffocated, and his eyes staring at Qi Zihuan's back were a little resentful.

Walking from the dark room to the outside, the sunlight was a little dazzling, Qi Zihuan paused and squinted slightly, trying to adapt to the light.

The windows on the second floor of the morgue seemed to be cracked by the scorching sun, and the cracks continued to spread into cobwebs.

Finally broken.

The largest piece of glass fell straight down, and it was about to be inserted into the top of Qi Zihuan's head.

Qi Zihuan didn't seem to notice it, and he didn't dodge.

But there was a flash on his body, and the golden armor was coming.

After Qi Zihuan has been doing tasks for several months, and has also experienced several times in the Heart Demon Realm, the golden armor now has a substance, and the golden light is as dazzling as this summer sun.

As soon as the glass touched the golden light, it was shattered.

Qi Zihuan turned around again, and the peachwood sword was already in his hand.

"Can't help it?"

The uncle ignored Qi Zihuan's sarcasm, and asked: "You really have some ability to press the bottom of the box, and you have been on guard for a long time, when did you start to suspect it?" ”

"When I was memorizing ancient texts." Qi Zihuan replied with a smile, "The Chinese language is broad and profound, and the sentences are too profound for me to translate at once." But your expression at the time was a little wary...... You think I'm chanting some kind of incantation. If you're just an ordinary corpse collector, then what are you guarding me for? ”

"Actually, you're not on the death list, but you're relying on your ability to sabotage the game of 'Grim Reaper' several times. This cannot be allowed, so you can only be wiped out. The uncle also stood still, ignoring the golden armor and wooden sword, Qi Zihuan was approaching.

"Heh, I see that you like to use the third person, and the subject only uses 'Death' to appear more powerful?" Qi Zihuan swiped the sword body with two fingers, and the wooden sword glowed with black light, "If those people really have the hour, it is not wrong for you to come and detain the soul." But you keep saying that you still have to play some games, putting these people in a situation where they will not die and play them repeatedly, is this in line with the rules of heaven and earth? ”

"There are some ants under your feet, so take a pebble and hold it down, see how it struggles, and then crush it to death. At this time, do you feel the need to talk to the ants about the rules? ”

"Ants? All right. ”

Qi Zihuan simply took a step, but this step directly crossed the distance of more than two meters between him and the uncle, and the wooden sword in his hand was easily handed forward, and it stabbed into the uncle's abdomen.

The uncle looked down at the hilt of the sword that was clenched by Qi Zihuan, and said with a smile: "I told you just now, the 'Grim Reaper' is not a god or a demon, but a special existence that masters and enforces the rules. ”

As soon as the words fell, the whole room suddenly shook.

There was an earthquake.

The heavy mobile morgue began to slide and accelerate, crashing into Qi Zihuan's waist.

Qi Zihuan drew back his wooden sword and took a step back to get out of the way of the morgue.

A large block of masonry fell from the cracked ceiling on top.

As soon as it was smashed, the water dispenser in the corner was dumped on the ground again, and the water in the pure water bucket flowed out, and a pool of water stains quickly spread on the ground.

The water dispenser burst when it fell, revealing one of the exposed wires.

Qi Zihuan kept avoiding the water stains on the ground.

The masonry of the ceiling fell more and more and grew larger, and the only exit was blocked.

Several air conditioners, which had been keeping the morgue cold, exploded at the same time.

The flames burst forth, lifted the curtains, and lit the wooden beams of the house.

……

It took a long time for the fire to be largely extinguished, and the two-story morgue had now completely collapsed, leaving only blackened ruins.

A figure rose from the still smoking rubble, his whole body burned beyond recognition.

The figure clenched into a fist, and the charred flesh gave birth to new tender and dark skin.

Even the black suit was restored to its original state.

The fist reached in front of him and slowly opened into claws.

"No matter how strong the strength is, it is useless in front of the Grim Reaper, because the Grim Reaper represents the rules." The black uncle pulled a smug smile at the corner of his mouth and muttered to himself.

Before he could finish laughing, the smile froze on his face.

He saw a trace of black gas seeping out of the rubble, gradually condensing into a human form in front of him.

That Oriental!

"If you think too much, how can you master the rules with you, the most basic official...... In the East, you are generally looking for some bulls to do this kind of position, and you are ashamed to take yourself as a role, and you dare to play games under the guise of public welfare. Qi Zihuan lost the golden armor and the wooden sword, and stood with his hands in his hands.

"You're not dead yet?"

"Dead, blown up by you. I said, have you always been so simple and rude? Where has the artistic sense of 'Death' gone? ”

The uncle's face was like frost, and he said coldly: "I don't like to drag mud and water, and I always treat ants directly to death." ”

With a wave of his hand, a small beam of flame that was still flickering in the ruins suddenly rose into the sky, engulfing Qi Zihuan in an instant.

"You just said that no matter how strong the strength is, it's useless in front of you......" Qi Zihuan walked out of the flames, and he was unscathed in the ghost state.

"I don't think you're afraid you have some misunderstanding of power."

A punch down.