Chapter 0009: The Past of the Grim Reaper

Chang Hao, who was abducted and sold abroad by traffickers at the age of three, was an ignorant and innocent child who was imprisoned in a dark dungeon.

There were a thousand children like him in the dungeon, all of whom were three years old without exception, and the sound of crying and sobbing lingered in Chang Hao's ears all day long.

A rancid steamed bun and a dagger became the only item for every child in it.

Ignorant and naïve, they don't know what that means.

Until the next day, more than a dozen of their companions lay on the ground coldly, without exception, the cold and damp dungeon is not something that a three-year-old child's physique can resist, and the next day passed, more than a hundred children died, and the dungeon was like a purgatory on earth!

Ignorant, they know the first thing in life, death!

They were either frozen to death by the cold and damp environment or starved to death without eating steamed buns, and on the third day, some children ran out of steamed buns, and hunger made them make a choice, snatch!

As time went on, two hundred died on the fourth day, a full double the number of deaths on the second day. Death from starvation, death from disease, not a few.

It wasn't until one of the snatched children picked up the dagger in his hand and stabbed it into the body of the child who had robbed him of his food, that the others finally understood the role of the dagger.

They can't stop if the food doesn't come for a day, and they understand the third thing, kill!

They learned to use daggers to multiply the mortality rate, and when the fifth day came, there were more than 900 weak corpses lying on the ground, and the remaining dozens of children were thirsty like wild beasts, and instead of drinking the water from the walls, they stuck the daggers into other people's bodies and drank the warm fresh blood.

An ignorant and naïve three-year-old child was forcibly raised to become a beast that eats human blood and human flesh.

Chang Hao hid in the corner of the corner, there were weeds covering his thin body, holding the dagger tightly, looking at the little bit of steamed bun residue that had become moldy in his hand, his eyes were already red and bloodshot, he couldn't stand it, so he stretched out his finger and wiped it on the dagger.

Leaning on the dripping water on the corner wall, a steamed bun, and a dagger, Chang Hao held on for six days.

And there was only one big kid left in the crowd, and he won, killing everyone, and falling into a beautiful sleep.

At night, a thin little figure was full of wounds, and with great difficulty, he took a dagger and plunged it into the heart of this demon!

After Chang Hao finished the "demon", the door of the dungeon opened, and a mercenary took him away, and after a beautiful meal, he was thrown into another cell the next day.

There were nine children his age in this cell, but each one was stronger than him, fiercer than him, and more brutal than him!

They looked at each other vigilantly, and Chang Hao, who each clenched their daggers, was an exception.

There are ten children here who speak different languages, Chang Hao doesn't understand, and he doesn't need to understand, because!

It was a wolf, looking at them fiercely, and its eyes lit up as if it had seen delicious food.

No one was afraid, except for Chang Hao, who secretly hid.

A cultivated "beast" against a natural beast.

The stump and the blood of the severed arm appeared in Chang Hao's eyes again, and the wolf's body was also slashed several times, and the blood stained the red hair.

No matter how much a three-year-old child looks like a beast, he can't compare to a real beast.

After the wolf solved the nine children, he walked step by step towards Chang Hao, who was trembling in the corner.

The blood basin mouth bit towards Chang Hao, Chang Hao closed his eyes and stabbed the blood basin with a dagger in one hand, it hurts, it hurts!

The wolf died, he survived, leaving the first scar on his tiny arm!

The next step is to learn endless knowledge, language, etiquette, skills, how to kill people, etc., day and night!

In addition to these, all that accompanies him is the little longevity lock around his neck!

At the age of five, he took the first mission and killed a rich man!

At the age of six, he was sent to the enemy artillery battalion with a bag of explosives!

At the age of seven, he became one of the top 10 killers on the killer list! A complete madman, killing, crazy killing! A killing machine without emotion! A 100% mission completion rate, dubbed the Grim Reaper by the Western underground organization!

At the age of eight, he met his "fairy sister!", a very beautiful woman, after a month of contact, he was awakened, no longer a cold killing machine, he had emotions, he had humanity!

The kind fairy sister has become his spiritual support, his all, his world!

But!

That day, the sky fell for him!!

On that day, the fairy sister died in his arms!

On that day, he fell into the endless abyss and became a true god of death!

On that day, he defected from the Order!

On that day, he alone waged a decade-long war!

"Slaughter!"

From being alone, to two people, to the final Temple of Death!

This war started, and Chang Hao was accompanied by a decade-long gunpowder war!

When he was eighteen years old, he personally cut off the head of his immortal sister, the Holy Lord!

The Temple of Death, famous all over the world!

Death is known as the strongest man in the world!

Countless kings and tycoons personally come to the Isle of Death to pay tribute!

There is a saying in the world: The god of death wants you to die in the third watch, and no one will leave you until the fifth watch!

It was that year that the Grim Reaper disappeared and disappeared from the world, and no one knew where he went!

Only the steward of the Temple of Death, Catherine Anna, the black-and-white judge of the Grim Reaper, knew that something was wrong with the Grim Reaper.

Death slaughtered millions of enemy cities overnight, and rivers of blood flowed!

In the end, Catherine Anna, the steward of the Temple of Death, brought the Grim Reaper back to Death Island and used a special medicine to awaken the Grim Reaper!

The henchmen of the Temple of Death know that the most terrifying thing in the Temple of Death is not Lord Death, but the steward of the Grim Reaper, the little girl who will never grow up, Catherine Anna!

The people of the Temple of Death are a bunch of complete lunatics, and no one can suppress them except the Grim Reaper of the Temple of Death and the butler Catherine Anna!

One of them was when the Grim Reaper and the butler left the Isle of Death, and one of the fallen angels slaughtered a small country!

The weakest twelve fallen angels in the Temple of Death all have such strength, you can imagine how terrifying the Seraphs above, the main god, and the black and white judges!

The power of the Temple of Death is beyond your imagination!

The Grim Reaper left the Isle of Death and came to Huaxia to find his sister, Chang Hao's name and home address were in his longevity lock.

After Chang Hao returned to Huaxia, he learned that his parents had disappeared silently, and no one knew where they went.

After investigating, I learned that I had a sister Chang Ling who was seven years younger than me!

In an orphanage called the Home of Hope, after thinking about it for a while, Chang Hao decided to take his eleven-year-old sister out.

He can be regarded as a retreat to the city, there is no killing, no smoke of war, no death, no king.

He chose to be an ordinary person and an older brother.

Moving bricks, collecting scrap, picking up garbage, plumbers, electrical repairmen, and all kinds of jobs became a source of income for this small family.

Obviously, there is an endless amount of money in a phone call, Chang Hao still chooses an ordinary life, Xiao Ling'er is also well-behaved and sensible!

Seven years have passed in the blink of an eye.

If it weren't for the appearance of this woman who was exactly the same as the fairy sister, and the recent illness often couldn't be suppressed, Chang Hao wouldn't have made that call, and he wouldn't have remembered the past he didn't want to look back on.

The sky darkened unconsciously, and Chang Hao woke up from his memories!

I flipped out my phone and looked, it was half past six!

There's also an unread text message in the phone!

"Tokai Villa, Villa 6. ”

"You are my little apple, how do you love you...... "The familiar phone rang, and the caller ID was Uncle Shen.