On a summer afternoon, the sun overhead seems to be about to blow out all the heat, and a suffocating heat wave swells in the air everywhere.

The blackened rubble was still smoking, and a few open flames were crackling, but the fire was getting weaker and weaker.

In the distance, shouts rang out from the church, but it seemed that the lock on the door leading to the backyard was damaged, blocking the priests and believers who had heard the explosion in the church.

Two figures stood in the rubble.

The corpse collector, who was accustomed to seeing life and death on weekdays, saw Qi Zihuan's figure in a flash, and he was still a little disdainful, but when the fist without a trace of fist wind smashed silently, it made him suddenly feel some palpitations.

Will the self who controls death also die?

The next moment, as if he had been hit by a raging rhinoceros, his entire body was smashed several meters away, and he fell into a hot piece of rubble.

Several ribs were broken, sharp broken bones punctured the internal organs, and a large amount of internal bleeding poured into the abdominal cavity.

The physical damage was insignificant, and for him it was a matter of raising his hand.

But he still opened his mouth and gasped for air, drops of cold sweat continued to flow, and the distorted expression on his face was full of fear.

This punch has already beaten his soul that has lived for a hundred years to the point of weakness.

Perhaps, with one more punch, he will really be gone.

The death that was originally held in the hand and kneaded and played with turned out to be so terrifying!

Qi Zihuan slowly picked up and stepped forward.

Just looked at him condescendingly.

"Why?"

"What? Produce death, harvest life? It's the duty of the Grim Reaper......"

The black uncle, who fell to the ground, replied in a low voice, a hint of fierceness flashing in his desperate eyes.

"Bang!"

An unknown instrument buried in the rubble exploded again, and a steel bar shot out at a rapid pace in the rubble, plunging straight into Qi Zihuan's heart.

Qi Zihuan tilted his head, and at the moment when the steel bar was approaching, his upper body was distorted, turning from solid to virtual.

Unhindered, the steel bar went straight through and into the grass in the distance.

"Why?" Qi Zihuan didn't even look at the steel bar, stared at the black man lying on the ground gasping, and asked again.

"You're really dead! But why are you still sober? That's not right! Even the soul of the dead who lingers for a while should gradually weaken in confusion and ignorance until it disappears......" the black uncle cried out hysterically, "what is the why! It's the rule! I said, it's all the rules! ”

Qi Zihuan squatted down, his voice was neither sad nor joyful.

"I'm asking, why do you play with people who are destined to die, to give them some false hope."

"It's not me ......" The uncle shouted three words loudly, as if he wanted to argue, but when he touched Qi Zihuan's cold eyes, he suddenly seemed like a deflated ball, and muttered and admitted, "Because...... Because of boredom, they are going to die anyway, so it is better to use their dying struggles to play. ”

Qi Zihuan was silent.

After a while, he suddenly sighed softly, stretched out his right hand, and a demonic white flame appeared in his palm out of thin air.

It's hard to say which of his current state is stronger than when he was alive.

After several months of continuous enhancement of the Hundred Ghosts and Ghosts, in addition to the continuous strengthening of physical strength, the little puppet technique, the small Teng Technique and various Taoist and swordsmanship techniques have also been greatly improved.

However, in the world where the Grim Reaper is coming, it doesn't seem to be based on strength.

As the black uncle said, his so-called 'Grim Reaper' is neither a god nor a ghost, but more akin to the most basic personnel who enforce the rules of the world.

He doesn't have much strength himself, and even his soul power is only slightly stronger than that of ordinary people, not even as good as a little demon ghost, so Qi Zihuan couldn't be sure of his identity at the beginning.

But after all, he is an existence similar to the ghost in the oriental legend, and his ability is to be able to change the operation of things in the world.

But this change is like the wings of a butterfly on the edge of the ocean, sometimes, just a flick, it can accumulate and finally form a storm that sweeps the sky.

The explosion and fire just now, Qi Zihuan was not really completely unable to dodge, and it was not a big problem to break out of the house with injuries.

From a piece of shattered glass to an entire house exploding, if this arrogant 'Grim Reaper' doesn't get his hands on it, the hell knows what he can do.

Maybe the next time will be a bigger accident, and perhaps, someone will be buried with you.

He simply died.

Breaking free from the shackles of the physical body, Qi Zihuan's soul that has been condensed to a very thick level can release his greatest power in the most direct way.

Sometimes it's a punch.

Sometimes it's a flickering little flame.

"You can't kill me...... I'm also the 'Grim Reaper', and I'm going to ......be chaotic," the uncle wailed.

The fear that penetrates deep into the bone marrow begins at the tail vertebrae and crawls inch by inch throughout the body.

Just like the people he played before.

"You think too much, you are gone, naturally someone will take over. People in this world will live when they should live, and they will die when they deserve to die, and nothing will change. Qi Zihuan's face was expressionless, his palms turned down, and the flames fell between the uncle's eyebrows, "This is the real rule." ”

The white fire suddenly flourished and went out.

It only takes a breath to burn out, and so does the skin and the soul.

Qi Zihuan got up slowly, and with a touch of golden light flowing in the house he had rented before, his body slowly became transparent.

The dead disappear and the living return.

There was a noise in the rubble, and Qi Zihuan, who was in tattered clothes, brushed aside the rubble pressing on his body and got up.

He looked very embarrassed, his hair and body were full of rubble, and his face was covered with black ash, but his skin was intact, and he couldn't see even the slightest scar.

The back door of the church was finally broken, and a crowd of people rushed in shouting, including priests and believers, as well as medical personnel and firefighters carrying stretchers.

Wenner also came.

"Qi Zihuan, please come with us."

Wenner commanded a part of the police to search and investigate the scene, and then walked in front of Qi Zihuan with several other policemen.

Qi Zihuan knew that the police and the FBI had been watching him since the last questioning. It's strange to see myself walking into the church today, and then there was an explosion and fire of this magnitude, if you are not considered the prime suspect.

But it doesn't matter, He's taking on a new mission in Vietnam, the road is far away, and it's almost time to leave after waking up.

Qi Zihuan did not resist, stretched out his hand and put on handcuffs, and was clamped by two policemen and walked out.

It's over.

……

"Bang!"

A dull gunshot rang out through the forest, and countless startled birds flew up.

The bushes were dense and obscured the view, and the gunners did not see a small clearing a few hundred meters away.

There is a chalet.