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"King Bomb!"

"I can't afford ......"

"Over ......"

"Three belts and a pair!I won!hahaha!666!Give money, money!Hurry up!" The psychic opened his mouth and laughed wildly, looking like he was dead, and his red eyes looked at the two demons on the opposite side playfully.

A prairie full of eerie and terrifying atmosphere, blood-red clouds, blood-colored sky, and weeds on the ground seemed to be stained with blood, bright red and gorgeous, covering the entire steppe.

In the middle of the prairie, a makeshift table on the verge of falling apart was sitting a deck of red playing cards with a back of play, and three ...... stood around the table

A man with sharp horns on his head, terrifying fangs peeking out at the corners of his mouth, and an all-black one-eyed eye carrying a small resentment.

The other had a pair of demonic wings on its back, black with a touch of red, a werewolf's face, an eagle-like body, a lion-like claws, and a low roar that came out of the air.

And what about the other one...... It's our hero.

He was covered in a black robe, his head was also covered by the hat on the robe, only two eyes that shone red, and a huge scythe was placed at random by him on the table.

That's right!

The psychic unceremoniously accepted the red beads in the hands of the two demons opposite, put them in his hands and weighed them, the corners of his mouth were an example, and the beads in his hands suddenly disappeared out of thin air, presumably put into his own unique storage space.

"Damn! Lao Tzu doesn't play anymore!Why do you lose every time!" the demon with a sharp head bared his teeth and roared, his one eye bursting bloodshot, and he asked the psychic with a fierce look.

"Roar! That is, are you cheating kid?" the winged demon was the same, and his deep voice made people tremble.

"Hey! I said, how did I cheat? Is this strength good or not? I can only blame you for doing too many bad things in your previous life. The psychic looked indifferent, not afraid of the two demons on the other side.

"Hmph! count you on it!" the two demons threatened a few words, and then they mobilized the space to shuttle and leave the place.

"Come often when you have time!"

The psychic hippie looked at the two demons with a smile, completely disappeared from the black space black hole, and then picked up the huge sickle on the table, snuggled in his arms, pulled the black robe hat on his head, and opened his own space transfer casually.

Stepping into the red space black hole, my eyes flashed, and what I saw was the boundless red ocean, and the sea water seemed to be blood, reflecting this blue sky as wonton red.

The place where the psychics are located is the world that belongs to the psychics themselves, hell!

To put it simply, it's psychic, but he's actually dead, and as for how long he has been dead, he can't remember it, anyway, his previous name was not called psychic, and his name in the world has long been forgotten.

Why is it that death is not in hell, but in hell?

The psychic said that he was in a foreign country when he died, not in China, and he was traveling in a foreign country, but he died unexpectedly, and he came here by accident.

It was supposed that the psychic would be sent back to the underworld, and the psychic was not opposed at first, but I heard that in the underworld, it was to drink Meng Po soup and reincarnate, and the psychic thought about it, this does not mean that he is going to die again, he has no memory, and he is equivalent to dying again below.

So the psychic insisted on not going back, but fortunately, hell was in a foreign country, which was originally a country dominated by freedom, so he turned a blind eye and the psychic did not go back.

In fact, the biggest reason why psychics stay here is that they have heard that they can go to heaven, and they have heard of heaven when they are still alive, and it is said that there is no trouble, no pain, no meanness, here, everything is so beautiful.

So, the psychic found an errand in this hell and tried to go to heaven as soon as possible.

This errand is to be a "Grim Reaper"!

Forehead...... Not yet a Grim Reaper, psychic is now equal to half a Grim Reaper.

Since taking this errand, the psychic has realized that there is not only one god of death in the world.

Psychic understands that if you want to become a real god of death, just like a school on earth, you must graduate before you can become a real god of death.

No, the psychic had just finished pit the two demons, and flew straight towards the Death Training Camp.

"Let's hope we're not late. "Psychic is fast, in fact, it is to fly faster.

When you come to a small island, the island is naturally pure red, and the psychic flies towards the crater of the island, not afraid of the hot molten lava, and jumps directly into it.

"Psychic, you're late. "A true Grim Reaper, with a black robe, a huge scythe, and a skeleton holding a book in a black book in his hand, flashing red fiery eyes at the psychic who had just jumped down towards the molten lava.

"Right...... I'm sorry!I'm sure I won't be late again next time!" the psychic humbly bent down and apologized.

"There won't be a next time. Death said expressionlessly.

"Huh, what do you mean?" the psychic panicked, could it be that he was too late, made him angry, and wanted to fire himself?

"You have gone through too much time on the road to becoming a real Grim Reaper, but you have no intention of studying, you have nothing to do all day, and you are showing off your power everywhere with a bunch of demons, and until now, you are not a real Grim Reaper. ”

"I'm sorry, I won't be in the future. ”

The Grim Reaper slowly shook his head and continued to say in that hoarse voice: "This is not the real reason for your expulsion, but the underworld insists on you going back, you are not from here after all, so we agreed to the request of the underworld." ”

"I respect your arrangement. "The psychic bends down and bows, the matter has come to this, and the psychic has no right to resist.

"Go and clean up, the people from the underworld will come to pick you up after some time, I hope that after you go back, don't let outsiders think that our Grim Reaper is easy to bully!"

The psychic looked up in confusion.

"Don't worry, after you go back, you don't need to be reincarnated. The Grim Reaper seemed to sense what the psychic was thinking, explained.

The psychic knelt down on one knee, held the huge scythe in both hands, and respectfully handed it to the god of death.

The Grim Reaper looked at the scythe in the psychic hand thoughtfully, shook his head slowly, and said, "This Grim Reaper scythe, leave it for you as a souvenir, although you have not graduated to become a real Grim Reaper, but you are already a real Grim Reaper!"

"May Satan bless you!"

"Long live Satan!" replied the psychic in response.

The story of the psychic in hell came to an end, and then he understood that the next world would no longer face him, but the ghosts of China.

But so what? With the scythe in hand, what awaits you will be the harvest......

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