Chapter 378: Death Prison

"Boom!"

There was a bang under his feet, and Wang Ye only felt that there was an air below, and his whole body began to fall rapidly. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info

"Gravity Rises!"

Wang Ye immediately shouted at the gravity bracelet.

A reverse force was transmitted, but at the same time, a greater downward force pressed down from behind, still pressing him quickly into the endless abyss.

"Gravity Rising Strengthen!" Wang Ye yelled.

But what followed was a greater oppressive force that counteracted against each other, and under the upward and downward pressure, Wang Ye was overwhelmed.

"Don't struggle, no prop can counteract the coercive force of the execution. A female voice sounded from Wang Ye's ears.

When he turned his head, he saw a white Grim Reaper flying with him towards the endless abyss.

"Rem!?" Wang Ye recognized the Grim Reaper.

Yes, Reem, the Grim Reaper, the other white Grim Reaper who appears in the Death Note story besides Ryuk. In the plot of the Death Note, he once followed the heroine Mi Haisha, and finally died for Mi Haisha under the strategy of the night god moon. Like Ryuk, the god of death, Reem actually exists, and it doesn't seem to be just the same name as Rem he summoned with the Book of Mountains and Seas.

"Does that scare you?" asked Rem softly.

Then, I saw her suddenly flash around her, and the white body of death suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by the familiar blue-haired girl, with a short figure, a lovely and innocent face, and I felt pity.

"Is it really you!?" Wang Ye's brain was a little confused for a while: "This ...... What the hell is this ......?"

"It's hard to put into words. Rem said softly: "If you want to live, don't let anyone know about it, if you can survive the sentence, you will naturally have the opportunity to know more things, good luck." ”

After saying that, Rem's figure suddenly disappeared from his side, leaving him alone to continue to fall rapidly.

"Hey!" Wang Ye shouted loudly, but to no avail.

took out the fragment of the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" in the recitation ring and looked at it, only to see that the fragment was only a lone piece of paper, and there was no mark of summoning life on it.

"What the hell!" Wang Yegang muttered in confusion, and then with a "bang", his whole face smashed to the hard ground.

"Mud old ......" Wang Ye struggled painfully, and this smash was really unclear. He felt like his entire face was going to be smashed, and streams of bright red nosebleeds were spurting from his nose that was about to be crushed.

The good news is that he's finally on the ground, and all that awaits him is a level of ground, not a puncture or something like that.

"What the hell......" He struggled to sit up, only to see that he had actually fallen into a place that resembled a cell, and the arm-thick bars of the cell were tightly erected one by one, enclosing him in the middle. The size of the cell is pitiful, and the radius of the big eyes is only about 20 square meters. There were no beds in the cell, nothing else, not even some hay for sleeping, cold, bare, empty.

"Well, Grim Reaper's Prison. Wang Ye got up and looked around, it seemed that it was no different from ordinary people's prisons, if it had to be different, the railing of the cell door was obviously very strong, not to mention him, even Arthur's holy sword might not be able to cut open.

His mind was in turmoil at this point, Rem, this little girl had been with him for a few days, but he had never thought of her with Reem, the god of death. However, thinking that the person who gave him this fragment of the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" was the manager of the Death Note world, Ryuk, the god of death, he felt that there seemed to be traces of this matter.

Other than that, a picture flashed through his mind.

That was what had happened to him in the world of Glory of Kings, and he remembered the first time he confronted Yan Sheng in the hut, and Yan Sheng had almost killed him at one point.

No, it shouldn't be "almost" to be exact, it should have killed him, Yan Sheng pierced his heart at that time, and there was no reason why he could survive. Just as he was dying, he saw a white figure in his blurred vision, and then he miraculously came back to life.

Now that I think about it, that white figure is really quite similar to Rem in the state of death. Based on what he now knew about the Grim Reaper, the Reaper's "Grim Reaper's Permission" skill had the authority to transfer fragments, items, or skills between the "Void City Vault", "Death Himself", and "Trialist".

And the Reaper's "Immortal Heart" skill can make the Reaper remain immortal in the face of death damage. Thinking about it this way, if the Grim Reaper uses the "Death Authority" to temporarily pass on the skill of the "Immortal Heart" to himself, his near-death resurrection will make sense.

But...... Why?

Wang Ye couldn't understand why Rem disguised herself as a wilderness monster to enter the fragments of the Classic of Mountains and Seas if Rem was really a member of the Grim Reaper's Realm, and why did Ryuk, the god of death, give her to himself as compensation?

From the words of the Death Judge just now, it could be heard that the eight Death Reapers, like Gu Gu, were only primary Reapers.

Kerem's identity is a high-level god of death, and according to the management system of the death world, she should be the god of death who manages a certain trial world in the high-level city. Where, then, did she have the time and for what purpose to stay by his side?

There were too many inexplicable clues in his mind, which made his mind confused for a while.

"Look, God! I won the bet! I won the bet! The next person to fall was the first to hit the ground!"

Just then, a somewhat funny voice sounded not far from him.

Is there anyone else here!?

Wang Ye was full of excitement.

Then, another voice was heard that was a little dry and replied:

"Oh, Shentun, when was that bet? Let me think about it? It's been hundreds of years, right?"

Both voices came from the front of the king, from the endless darkness outside the hard fence.

The Eye of Truth turned on its night vision ability, and Wang Ye's gaze gradually penetrated the incomparably deep darkness and looked towards the opposite side of the prison.

He saw another row of cells standing directly opposite him, with only a passage more than two meters wide from the cell he was in, and in the two cells facing him, a fat man with a round body could be faintly seen, and an old man with a rickety body and a beard dragged to the ground.

The two of them looked just like normal humans, but there was something special about their outfits.

The fat man's clothes resembled armor made of carapaces resembling turtles, while the old man's clothes resembled those made of lizard-like skin. Both of their clothes were covered with a thick layer of dirt, as if they had been aged for an incomparably long time.

"Not that long, like three hundred years?" asked the fat man, scratching his head.

"It should be three hundred and seventy years!" the old man corrected

"Has it been so long?" the fat man blinked in disbelief.

Wang Ye was stunned when he heard it, he knew very well what the concept of three hundred and seventy years in the dead world was.

"Excuse me......" Wang Ye hurriedly leaned in front of the prison door, opened his mouth and asked, "First time we met, two, I want to ask what kind of place is this?

"Look, the newcomer has asked us questions. The fat man looked at the old man and said.

"yes, the newcomer asked us a question. The old man repeated.

"But......" The two of them suddenly turned to Wang Ye at the same time: "We don't want to answer now." ”

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that the appearance of these two people was too different, just listening to them, Wang Ye really suspected that they were twins.

"Why?" Wang Ye was stunned.

"Because in three seconds, we probably won't have to answer these questions. The two men replied.

"Huh?" Wang Ye was stunned for a moment, and he glanced at the time of reciting the ring.

Three, two, one.

Three seconds later, a bolt of lightning pierced his body.