The strategy of the host of fast travel depends on recklessness

Chapter 111

[Congratulations to the completion of the host task, and start to settle the hero's favorability and blackening value for you——]

[Favourability degree 100, points value +100; blackening value 0, points value +100, current points value 3730]

[Mission completion 100%, score S]

【Starting to send you to the mission world——】

The aurora hangs high in the dark blue sky, which seems like night but is as bright as day. The dilapidated high-rise buildings lean on each other crookedly, and the thick snow covered the earth like the mourning of the world, like the cold winter, but There are giant trees rising from the ground, piercing through the concrete walls, hard steel bars, asphalt roads, and reaching into the sky. The ferns are as dense as weeds, as if returning to the earth billions of years ago like that.

Noose-like vines are growing wantonly, as thick and hard as the roots of ancient trees protruding from the ground, twisted and knotted, with strangely shaped and attractively colored berries growing on them, with different shapes, but they all resemble It was beating like a heart, as if it was alive.

A huge strange bird flies across the sky. Its short red beak is covered with terrifying fangs. It is extremely fast and its wings are tens of meters wide. It can fly from one end of the city in just a few seconds. To the opposite end, no one wants to be discovered by it.

On the ground, there are a group of walking corpses that will go crazy when they smell the smell of living people. They are as numerous as ants, dense and crowded, and full of rotten stench. Just one glance can make people sick.

——Pale, quiet, hopeless, desolate, yet full of a different kind of vitality.

"Yi Changsheng, 19 years old, died 2054 seconds after 3:21 a.m. on March 9, 30." A cold, hoarse, low voice slowly sounded. His hand with clear joints was pale and transparent, and his thin and slender fingers gently closed. On the black book that records death on the palm of my hand, the gold-gilded lines outline leafless and flowerless thorns.

His cold, emotionless gray eyes are so pale that they look like two transparent crystal beads that can be seen through at a glance. There are no pupils, but two clusters of light silver flames instead. The black sclera that is different from ordinary people sets off the strange eyes more and more. It is light and ethereal, but also more treacherous and cold. He is wearing a long gray cloak, and the wide hood covers the pale and bloodless face of a deceased person. His long frosty white hair is fluffy and slightly Unnoticeable slight curls, a few strands slipped from under the hood.

—Death, perhaps you can call him that.

The god of death stared at the girl whose breathing was gradually weakening in front of her. She was sitting in a wheelchair, her legs were disabled, her figure was terribly thin, like a dead branch with leather, and her long hair was yellow and frizzy. Who would have thought that she was once a promising As for the countless dancers, the steel door is tightly closed in the airtight warehouse, and the only small window is as high as the ceiling. Countless floating dust can be seen in the room, except for her and the deceased who waited for her to die in front of her, no one knows what she experienced in this dirty and dark warehouse.

When the time comes, the God of Death picks up from the void the dark sickle that symbolizes death as recorded in countless people's stories and classics. The huge sickle is wrapped with heavy chains, and the clanging sound of the chains colliding is heard in this empty space. The echoes lingered in the warehouse. This was a sound that could be heard by all living beings before their death. It was ominous and cold.

As if aware of the approaching death, the girl moved her fingertips slightly, and the sharp blade barely stopped a millimeter before her neck.

"..."

Like a girl who was looking back at the sun, she raised her head with difficulty. Her dark Asian eyes began to glow with a faint blue. Her cheeks were still dark and skinny, and in normal aesthetics, they were too ugly to look at. Just like It's like a mummy crawling out of a grave. It makes people shiver.

But at this moment, Mr. Death, who was already dead, felt a strange but familiar throb... He should remember her, but he couldn't.

Thinking of this, he silently let go of the scythe in his hand, let it return to nothingness and returned to the darkness, took out the black book, and the pages automatically flew to the previous page after opening, with the meaning " The name of "Changsheng" seemed to be burned by flames, turned into ashes and disappeared, and another name appeared at the same time, starting a new countdown.

Grim Reaper looked at the brand-new countdown, closed the book, and put it back into the bag on his waist.

The girl was obviously very weak, she looked at him calmly, she didn't have the strength to speak, and the god of death who had never communicated with anyone didn't know what to say, one person and one god of death looked at each other speechlessly.

"...I'll go, I'll get you something to eat." After a long time, the girl almost couldn't bear it anymore and fell into a coma. The god of death seemed to have finally dug out some words and sentences from her poor language pool, and spoke hoarsely and clumsily. Huan said, his tone was slow and slow, as if he was dying of anxiety.

The girl closed her blue eyes, leaned on the wheelchair and fell into a coma. The signs of life were weak but tenacious, which made him subconsciously let go. He turned into a black mist and left the warehouse. The lush land, a vast expanse of whiteness, is so bright that people can't open their eyes, but there is no trace of the sun in the sky at all.

He lowered the brim of his hood, and headed towards the most densely populated city buildings. The pale buildings that collapsed here and there exposed hideous rusty steel bars, and the crowded traffic seemed to stop time at the moment when the disaster struck. , there are many vines and fruits around, but it doesn't look like something that humans can eat.

Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, Mr. Death looked over.

At the same time, the situation in the warehouse is not optimistic.

【Longevity!Long live wake up!I bought supplements!drink it! ] System 1010 is burning with anxiety. What time did the mastermind transmit, and the host is the same. The one just now with the breath of the law of death, no matter how you look at it, is a veritable god of death who has been certified by the plane, right? !If the sickle really fell, it would be Chi Changsheng who just arrived!
If the god of death cut off the causal chain between the body and the soul with a sickle, even the space-time bureau would not be able to bring the person back without violating the rules and regulations of the plane. According to records, the host was unlucky and happened to be killed The oolong incidents that are taken away are not rare. After all, no matter how low the probability is, it can't stand the crowd and the world.

Taking advantage of the Grim Reaper's departure, System 1010 hastily bought nutritional supplements for Chi Changsheng to eat.

[Okay...I'm sorry, Yi Ling, my body seems to be a little out of control. 】Chi Changsheng only felt that this body was so weak that it had no strength at all. The consciousness and the body were completely separated. System 1010 wanted to feed it directly to the host. It was definitely a major problem in the system mall that it could not transfer edible items directly into the host's mouth. If the writing is bad, he must report it to his superiors for instructions to make corrections.

In the end, the nutrient was taken back by the system 1010, because the god of death came back.

System 1010 did not expect that he really went to find something to eat for Chi Changsheng, holding an apple that he didn't know where it came from in his arms, looking at the red ones that were extraordinarily fresh, as if they had just been picked, and looked more than ordinary The size of an apple is not doubled or tripled.

Probably because he realized that Chi Changsheng didn't have the strength to eat now, he first peeled and cut the apple into small pieces, and fed them, "Open your mouth."

"..." Chi Changsheng was a little at a loss, his eyelids lifted weakly, and the juicy flesh held by the other party pressed against her lips, slightly moistening her dry lips, she hesitated After a while, I don’t know if I can eat and chew in my current physical condition.

"Open your mouth."

"……what."

(End of this chapter)