Everything seemed like a dream.

Ichimaru Gin held the sword in his hand, facing his enemy with a calm face, the ten blades and Aizen became Lin Chan's minions, and the battle only took ten minutes from start to end.

"Haven't I woken up yet?"

Ichimaru asked with a wry smile.

"What do you say?"

Lin Jiang smiled, but under the blessing of the god of death, the smile was extremely cold, and the vast and boundless darkness continued to spread from behind her, turning the entire white Void Night Palace into black, and even the desert around the palace began to turn black, the power of the god of death was eroding the entire void circle, once the erosion was completed, then Lin Jiang could go back and forth between the two realms at any time, and even control this world like a sea of blood.

"You...... Do? ”

Ichimaru Silver doesn't have much loyalty to the Corpse Soul Realm, and following Aizen is also to avenge Ranju, and now that Aizen is dead, then he can be the same for anyone's subordinates.

Lin Jiang suddenly cut his fingers with a sickle, and the red blood fell on the floor of the main hall one by one, obviously there were only a few drops of blood but quickly turned into a blood-colored river, and there was no place to stay in the main hall.

Under the surprised gaze of everyone, the blood quickly turned into a large number of blood-colored flesh pieces, and the human form conceived in it could be clearly seen.

A few minutes later, arms tore open pieces of meat, and thousands of lim-chan came out of it.

"How are there so many! Ability to split?! ”

From Lin Jiang and their breath, it can be seen that these belong to the split body, and their strength is much lower than that of themselves, but this number is enough to cover up these flaws.

"Yes, they're all my splinters."

Boom! Huh?! Boom!

A large number of Lin Sauce gathered together and chattered noisily, and Ichimaru Silver was squeezed into the corner by them.

"Quiet!"

"Shut up!"

Lin Jiang shouted a few times before they stopped talking.

The next scene subverted the three views of Ichimaru Gin.

Lin Jiang divided the split into 3 departments, the largest of which is the construction team, as Lin Jiang's split hedonism, they naturally can't stand this boring environment, so building houses and planning the city has become their task, the second department is the management department, similar to the city management, responsible for dealing with troublesome miscellaneous fish and invading enemies, as for the third department, it belongs to the scientific research and entertainment department, this part of the people belong to the minority in the split, and most of the splits belong to the combat type at the moment of birth, Only a very small number of them are sapient, and it just so happens that there is a scientist in the Ten Blades who can let them learn.

At the top of the void circle, there was a summoning thought approaching, and Lin Jiang knew that it was the main god reminding him that the next copy was coming.

After planning everything, Lin Jiang was ready to return to the main god space first, this world can only wait for the task to be completed, there are ten blades of blue dye, plus tens of thousands, the death can not be finished with the split body, I think the corpse soul realm should not be able to attack him, unlike the original plot, blue dye will not attack the present world at all now, so the time for the god of death to attack the void circle should also be delayed.

The void circle is vast and boundless, and it can withstand the expansion of the splits, but it is necessary to leave a certain area for the void, otherwise where will they go to harvest the soul, the temporary idea is to establish more than ten large void reserves for them to grow, and then the rest of the areas will all be under the control of the splits, so that there is no need to run around next time you come back.

The voice of the summoning was getting closer, like the whisper in the ear, but it seemed to be a little different from the voice of the Lord God.

"Quirky...... It doesn't seem to be the main god ......"

Lin Jiang slowly tried to pass on the spirit.

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Goodman, a well-known eccentric, put aside the family business instead of inheriting it, but devoted all his energy to exploring the mystery, and even did not hesitate to sell the property for a considerable fortune to support his mysterious cause.

He has always believed that there must be darkness in this world that ordinary people can't reach, such as the legendary blood clan and werewolves, so he has been going to the place where legends prevail all year round to explore, and after more than ten years, he has entered middle age, and there are a lot of strange collections, but the real harvest is very pitiful, and even he can't be sure if there are any items that really touch the mystery.

But even so, he still firmly believes in the existence of the mystery, because he thinks that he has seen real vampires when he was young, although due to time, the memory has become a little blurred, but he can still remember the moment when the terrifying vampire opened his mouth, and that pair of sharp fangs will definitely not be fake!

As he grew older, his enthusiasm for the mysterious world increased unabated, but unfortunately his body had gradually weakened, and he could no longer travel as long distances as before, he planned to recuperate at home for a period of time before going out, but he didn't expect the mystery to find himself at the door.

His house is divided into four floors plus a basement, each floor is about 300 square meters, and there is a huge garden on the periphery of the house, but it is already dilapidated because no one has taken care of it, and the iron walls are crawling with vines, and the house is quite famous in the local area - it is just a rumor that the residents of the neighborhood do not understand him.

At least until yesterday he had thought so.

But just last night, there was a real supernatural event in his house, and the teacup he used to drink tea appeared at the head of the bed!

You must know that the cup for drinking tea has always been kept in the cupboard, how can he run to the head of the bed by himself! It's definitely haunted!

Thinking like this, Goodman left the house early in the morning and went to the town to buy a lot of things, including a lot of messy things, such as black dog blood, boy urine, crosses, anyway, as long as he could think of it, he would find a way to buy it.

Even his few friends now knew about the possibility of his house being haunted, but they were only interested in it, as an after-dinner chatter.

At night, seven or eight people, men and women, gathered in Goodman's house, sitting in the hall, listening to melodious and soothing music, and eating Goodman's well-cooked food, which made them very comfortable.

"I said man, are you going to be Alzheimer's? Did you bring a cup into the house before going to bed? ”

The middle-aged man who was slightly blessed suddenly said, they were very interested when they came, but after listening to Goodman's words, he suddenly felt that he was splashed with cold water, and the cup ran to the bedroom by itself? No matter how you think about this kind of thing, you forgot to put it in...

"Of course not! Although I am old, my memory has always been the same as when I was younger! ”

Goodman pleaded with a red face.

"Come on, you forgot your coat at my house two days ago."

The other man shook his head.