The strategy of the host of fast travel depends on recklessness

Chapter 113

In a city covered by a snowstorm, in this environment where humans cannot survive, there are plants and strange animals that have evolved to be unafraid of the cold. They exist among the ruins and ruins, and begin to form a new food chain. As far as humans are concerned, there is no hope of survival here.

Is there anyone else in this city?

Yes, there is no doubt that there are not even a small number of people trapped here, but they cannot leave the city that is now more dangerous than the tropical rainforest. This is the cruel doomsday reality.

"Since three months ago, this snowstorm has not stopped, and I have suffered a lot... I may not live long." The old man pointed a wooden stick in his hand to poke the sweet potatoes in the fire, and the smoke that was bubbling along With the exhaust fan out of the basement, he said: "I have no interest, so I just planted some crops in the open space in front of the community to relieve my boredom. I just harvested a sack of sweet potatoes and encountered this. I don't know. Good luck and bad luck."

The person in front of him was very strange. He was wrapped tightly in a cloak that was obviously too wide to fit the size. Not a single hair was exposed. He didn't know how the other person found him in the basement. The simple cloak only has a sapphire as big as a pigeon egg embedded in the buckle on the chest and shoulders, which makes people greedy. However, in this era, no matter how much gold, silver and jewelry are, they are not as valuable as food.

"He is indeed about to die." The God of Death, who could not be seen by ordinary people, raised his eyes, holding the black book in his hand, and said casually, "in three minutes."

"...Cause of death." Chi Changsheng's voice was dry.

"Because someone tried to tame the alien plant, the alien plant took out its roots and fought back, causing the ground to become unstable and trigger a short-range earthquake. The basement collapsed and was buried under the weight of broken cement blocks."

"Can it be saved?" Chi Changsheng asked.

"Why do you want to save?" He asked back, his eyes were cloudy like drizzle in fog, clean, but without a trace of brilliance, so dark that it seemed that all the light in the world was absorbed and destroyed by the silence, his tone was cold and slightly low Asked again, "Why do you want to save?"

"Who are you talking to?" The old man was puzzled by Chi Changsheng who was suddenly talking to himself in the eyes of ordinary people, and felt a chill creeping up his back in the strangeness. I will start to believe in some gods and ghosts, and the older I get, the more I am like this. I say that I am going to live near the end of my life, but who doesn't want to live a few more years.

"...Come here, and I'll tell you." Chi Changsheng raised his head, half of his skinny face was exposed under the hood, it was a face that was older than the old man's, and the old man turned pale with fright.

"Come here." Chi Changsheng accentuated his tone, but just a little louder, she felt a tearing pain in her throat.

"You...you..." The old man was terribly frightened. He had been staying in the basement to eat stored food since the end of the day. He had never seen such a scary looking guy. He was afraid and wanted to back away, and the fire was crackling. It rang, between Chi Changsheng and the old man.

"If you still want to live -"

Before the words fell, the black shadow of the god of death was like a huge wing, covering Chi Changsheng. The earthquake started, and the dust above his head fell like quicksand. The seemingly stable basement began to collapse, and Chi Changsheng fell into a mess. In the darkness, only a dull sound could be heard. The old man's voice disappeared. Chi Changsheng felt the coldness coming from behind him. Her frail body could not even hold the most common knife steadily. Talk about saving lives.

"You want to use yourself to block, and I will protect you, it will be a win-win result." Death said, "Unfortunately, the other party doesn't appreciate it."

He said it was a pity, but there was no meaning in his tone.

"..." Chi Changsheng was silent, and she thought about the plan of using the blade of 'Zhi Qing' to cut off the collapsed wall above, but it was ridiculous that she couldn't hold 'Zhi Qing', even if she used the 'Zhi Qing' controlled by her mind to cut it off. The wall that is the most threatening, even with the old man’s speed, he cannot avoid other fragments. Someone needs to lead him to dodge, and using the life wheel requires a lot of magic power, but she has no body and has not recovered, and the magic power is only weak. I can light a small fireball.

Weakness is the original sin. If you can't even protect yourself well, how can you talk about protecting others.

The black shadows forming the most solid wings slowly unfolded. Chi Changsheng saw the pale light falling from the collapsed cavity, with holy snow-white ice flowers, falling on the piled concrete blocks in front of him, and the gurgling blood spilled out from below. The building above the basement has already collapsed under the attack of wind and snow, and this basement is the last living place of the old man.

She lowered her head, raised her hands, and saw a pair of withered and yellow hands that looked like branches. When she realized something, Chi Changsheng seemed to be talking to himself or asking the god of death beside him, "...how ugly am I now?"

The god of death turned his head and looked at her intently. After a long while, Chi Changsheng heard his answer: "It's beautiful, like... the vast ocean, the clear sky, the gentle and quiet blue, as bright as jewels, shining with brilliance. .”

He is obviously not very good at complimenting others, he said in a bit of a stuttering way, and he almost took out his thousand years of praise words in a short sentence, but he was still clumsy and young, but it had to be said that because of the sincerity and seriousness of his tone, but Anyone who heard the above praise would feel refreshed, but Chi Changsheng didn't feel anything, because such a description obviously did not refer to a person's appearance.

"What are you seeing?"

"……soul."

It is definitely a wrong choice to ask a god of death what he looks like. They always look at the soul, not the skin.

Chi Changsheng knew how ugly she was now. Chi Changsheng, who didn't care about appearance, realized the importance of appearance for the first time, and she put her hand under the cloak.

Withdrawing his gaze from Chi Changsheng, the God of Death took out his giant scythe and swung it towards the collapsed wall. Everything the scythe touched fell apart and turned into black void rising upwards. The old man's body was soon seen, and his waist His lower body was pierced by a sharp object, his lower body was shattered, and his upper body was also seriously injured due to heavy pressure. His breathing was extremely weak and floating. Without even thinking, he knew that the old man would die completely in less than a moment.

The blade of Death's scythe pierced the old man's body mercilessly, hooking out the soul. Between the soul and the body, there is a long and thin translucent line between the arms and legs, the head and the main body. The chain, that is the chain of cause and effect, the chain of cause and effect is broken at the sound, and the soul that was originally formed is gradually hazy, and finally turned into a misty ball, and the black chain sprang out from the void to pull it in, letting the soul go The place to be.

This was the first time that Chi Changsheng saw the working process of the Grim Reaper.

Looking at his black book, Death raised his head, and the shadow under his feet split again, pulling Chi Changsheng back into his arms, "There is a new name, you will be interested."

(End of this chapter)