Bai Yiquan approached Fang Hua little by little, and then grabbed his wrist violently. Although such an ambiguous posture looked a little strange on two men of completely different ages, no one had time to care about these at the moment, and both of them had their eyes on the looming [Source Spirit].

"I see. Bai Yiquan muttered, "I seem to understand." ”

"Got it?" Fang Hua was still confused, "what the hell is this? I've never seen it before." ”

"You've seen it. The female elf gave it to you, and I've been carrying it with me for so many years. ”

"The fairy pendant?no, no, no, I did want something, but I didn't have time to say ...... yet."

"You already wanted it, twenty-three years ago. Bai Yiquan's words were stiff, "If you think about it carefully, this is the second time you've experienced this." If you can remember the movie you watched in the cinema more than ten years ago, and remember that it was a little girl sitting next to you, then you can remember the elf girl who gave you the pendant twenty-three years ago. ”

Fang Hua suddenly burst into tears: "She really gave me the pendant?"

"No, I should have lent it to you, you told me, and you've wanted to pay her back for so many years. ”

"Then why didn't I pay it back?"

"She's dead!" Bai Yiquan shouted, "She's dead, she died twenty-three years ago." Not now, but twenty-three years ago, really twenty-three years ago. ”

Fang's portrait remembered something, but it seemed that he didn't remember anything, and his eyes suddenly became gray and empty, as if he had lost hope. Bai Yiquan was about to say something more, but he caught a glimpse of a tall black shadow emerging from the wall, wielding a huge scythe.

Bai Yiquan subconsciously grabbed Fang Hua's shoulder and wanted to pull him out. But the square painting with a dead face was like a corpse, so that Bai Yiquan couldn't drag it for the first time, and could only watch as the scythe of death easily cut through half of the square painting.

Blood splattered on Bai Yiquan's face, warm and sticky.

Blood can be frightening, or it can be the opposite. Bai Yiquan's mood was suppressed to the limit by such an atmosphere, he pounced on the Grim Reaper like a mad wild dog, hugged the Grim Reaper tightly, and then bit the Grim Reaper's neck, but he didn't feel the flesh and blood, and the entrance was only a bone as hard as a stone, almost missing his teeth.

Rao is like this, Bai Yiquan did not let go or let go. He knew that [Bai Mang] was useless to this guy, and he also knew that once he let go, he would be easily killed by death, just like a square painting that fell in a pool of blood and slowly faded away. In the blink of an eye, he was no longer a middle-aged man in his thirties, but had returned to the appearance of an old man in his fifties, with gray hair and hopeless eyes.

He could finally be sure that the square painting in front of him was the real square painting, but unfortunately it was too late, he had no way to take the square painting away, or even take himself away. All he could do was hold on to Death with all his might, and not let the latter kill him.

It's just that the strength of the god of death is too great, and Rao is Bai Yiquan tried his best, but he still couldn't stop the scythe that symbolized death from being raised little by little. Bai Yiquan had to watch, waiting for the scythe to swing down.

At that moment, the wall behind the Grim Reaper glowed again. Four or five cyan phantoms sprang out of the wall, entangled the Grim Reaper like a python. Bai Yiquan was stunned, because the phantom closest to him turned out to be a "goblin" directly possessed?

And the other ones, it turned out to be a little "goblin", as well as a female elf, and two somewhat familiar faces, Bai Yiquan can definitely be the passengers on the Z375. But aren't they dead? Why are they still here?

"Little brother, I want to change my commission. ”

A weak voice sounded at Bai Yiquan's feet, and he lowered his head and found that it was a square painting. To be precise, it should be the soul of Fang Hua, because Fang Hua's broken body is still scattered on the ground, and the soul has come out of the body, showing a pale cyan phantom, exactly the same as several passengers on the Z375.

"Go back to your own world, and help us finish this, please. ”

Then, Fang Hua stretched out his hand and grabbed Bai Yiquan's ankle and dragged him directly to the ground. Bai Yiquan didn't have time to react at all, he was directly dragged underground, the black curtain overwhelmed him, and before his vision completely disappeared, he saw the god of death tearing the soul that was wrapped around him into two pieces.

He plunged into darkness, as if a long time had passed, and as if only a moment had passed, the light pierced the night, his eyes pierced with the fluorescent lamps above his head, and his nose was filled with the fishy smell of seafood.

Grunt......

He saw the space-time monster again, its body in tatters, a large hole in the middle of its lower abdomen, full of human faces. And in the big hole was a wrinkled hand, as if it had just pushed something out of the monster's body.

"If you swallow it again, no one will be able to save you. ”

The woman's lazy voice sounded beside Bai Yiquan. Bai Yiquan watched the space-time monster rush towards him, and used the [Baimang] without hesitation, this time the [Baimang] was not a paper tiger, it was accompanied by the wailing of the gods, like the sharpest blade, cutting through the body of the space-time monster without pressure. The fine arc of electricity even sliced the monster into thousands of pieces of flesh the size of a palm.

Bai Yiquan couldn't hold back any longer, leaning against the wall and throwing up.

"Mental capacity is still limited. The woman crossed her arms and said lightly, "I thought [THIRD]'s trump card would be better than I imagined." ”

"You, you shut up. Bai Yiquan resisted the desire to vomit and turned his head to look at the woman, "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything, if I had to say, just for you to save those imprisoned souls, that's all. The woman whispered, "Of course, you're acting more like being rescued than being rescued." I have to say, this time you don't qualify. ”

"Fuck off......"

Before Bai Yiquan finished speaking, he was crushed to the ground by a powerful force, and his cheek even pressed against his vomit.

"Don't swear at women at any time. The woman shook her head, "There's still a lot to learn, see you next time." ”

Bai Yiquan wanted to say something more, but his consciousness slowly blurred. In the same blurred vision, he watched the woman's back shrink little by little, and finally disappeared......