After dying a hundred thousand times, I become a god in a strange world

As Yang Ming finished speaking, there was silence all around.

Lu Ziming and others looked like they were kidding me, as if they were listening to a fairy tale.

At this time, Xiao Chuxia reminded: "You may not believe it, but think about it carefully, why did Brother Xiu know all about the rules of the burial place when he first came to it?

Why can he command the entire headquarters with his status as a third-level spiritual master?

Why can he summon an army of gluttons? "

As soon as these three consecutive questions came out, everyone's expressions suddenly changed.

Is everything true?

They thought of Fang Xiu's various behaviors at the burial ground, which were indeed very miraculous and incredible, and could not be explained at all.

But if you add a name that predicts the future, then everything will be explained.

Suddenly, Lu Ziming looked at Fang Xiu with even more astonishment.

That's right, if Fang Xiu didn't have such ability, he wouldn't have known the rules of the burial place in advance, he wouldn't have been able to become the captain, and he wouldn't have been able to summon the gluttonous army.

The facts are before us, no matter how fanciful they are, we can only accept them.

"Captain Fang, if you can really predict the future, then it's not impossible for us to hand over all the money we make in the future to you for safekeeping, but we still hope to see with our own eyes the magic of predicting the future." Lu Ziming said tactfully.

boom!

Lu Ziming screamed and was kicked out.

For a moment, everyone was silent.

"It seems you have misunderstood me." Fang Xiu calmly scanned the crowd, taking in all their little thoughts.

"I'm not discussing with you, but informing you."

The calm and unquestionable words exploded like thunder in everyone's hearts.

Everyone's eyes flickered, and no one dared to look at Fang Xiu.

"What do you think you rely on to survive? Strength?

With just one order from me, the gluttonous army can crush all of you, just like crushing an ant.

Remember, the only value of your life is to make money for me. "

A third-level person scolded a group of fourth-level and fifth-level people like a grandson. Such a scene would be quite explosive even to the outside world.

"Now, get out of here."

Under Fang Xiu's gaze, a group of workers were forced to go out to make money obediently.

Yang Ming was pretending to be a bully on the side, and ordered: "Go faster, go faster! Cheer up, don't come back if you don't make [-] hell coins today!"

"And you, go out and make money too." Fang Xiu suddenly turned around and said.

Yang Ming's face suddenly fell: "No, Brother Xiu, you are exploiting your own people."

"If you want to quit smoking at a burial site, you can choose not to."

Yang Ming smiled coquettishly: "It's just a joke. Let's go now. Let's go now."

Eventually, everyone at the headquarters also went out to work.

Fang Xiu, on the other hand, came to the pawn shop again with more than 2000 million yuan in hand.

He was thinking that since the pawnshop could buy a way to leave the burial place with money, it could also buy some information about Zhou Qingfeng.

In the pawn shop.

Fang Xiu slapped all the coins on the counter and asked a question to the corpse.

"Is Zhou Qingfeng dead or alive?"

Suddenly, the number of Hades coins on the counter dropped by about 1000 million.

Then the wight took out a note from the drawer.

He took the note and looked at it, only to see a big word written on it: "Live."

Fang Xiu's eyes moved slightly.

Are you still alive?

This week Qingfeng actually survived from the hands of the strange god.

So what kind of strength does he have?

But judging from the letters he left behind, he should have died in the hands of the evil god, but he might have come back to life for some reason.

"Where is Zhou Qingfeng?" Fang Xiu asked again.

This time, all the ghost coins on the counter disappeared.

Even half of his own spirituality was extracted.

Corrosion handed out a note again.

There are two words written on it.

Seeing these two words, Fang Xiu frowned instantly.

These two words are... Burial Place!

Zhou Qingfeng was actually at the burial place! ?

Could it be that he is hiding in the Zhou Mansion?

Fang Xiu's thoughts were racing for a while. He wanted to ask again, but he had no money.

Had to reopen.

.......

.......

"Why can I roll back after death?"

The carrion made no movement and did not collect the ghost coins.

Fang Xiu frowned slightly. Was it because he didn't know, or because he didn't have enough Ming coins?

The former is the most likely. He can survive in the hands of the evil god by virtue of his death retaliation. It can be seen that the death retaliation has involved the deepest secrets of this world.

Faced with such secrecy, it was obvious that the pawnshop was still far from good enough. It was an unexpected surprise to learn about Zhou Qingfeng from it.

"Never let them know you can see. Who wrote this?"

The wight remained motionless.

But Fang Xiu excluded an answer from this silent answer.

Never let them know that you can see it, it was not written by Zhou Qingfeng!

The pawn shop can provide information about Zhou Qingfeng, but it cannot provide information about the blood character. Obviously, the level of the blood character is higher than that of Zhou Qingfeng.

It can be inferred from this that the word in blood should not have been written by Zhou Qingfeng.

Fang Xiu had been vaguely guessing that his death and the word "blood" might be related to Zhou Qingfeng.

But now it seems that it most likely doesn't matter.

Zhou Qingfeng's level is not that high yet.

However, Fang Xiu felt that it couldn't be that simple. Even if Zhou Qingfeng didn't do it, he was at least an insider.

After all, even now, Fang Xiu is still not sure whether the trial in Qingshan Mental Hospital and the original mask should be left to himself or Yang Ming.

Everything seems to be for Yang Ming, but from the results, it seems that he has embarked on a perfect path in Zhou Qingfeng's mind.

The path to perfect weirdness!

Of course, this may involve the game between Tianming and Zhou Qingfeng, but it is still unknown.

After all, it is too weak and has too little information.

After thinking for a moment, Fang Xiu softly called: "Wife."

Swish!

A beautiful and moving figure appeared beside him out of thin air.

"I want to know her background."

The rotten corpse did not move at all, as if it had been dead for many years.

Fang Xiu was thoughtful.

It seems that my wife's level is higher than Zhou Qingfeng's.

This is also expected. He has never forgotten that when he summoned his wife for the first time, a terrifying gaze that seemed to exist in endless dimensions was cast in the void, and that gaze almost froze time and space.

He has faced many strange gods in the sky, but there has never been any strange god who can make time and space fluctuate with just a glance.

Wife, it’s unfathomable!

He even suspected that the wife at home was not the real person at all, maybe just a clone. Otherwise, there would be no reason for his eyes to be so powerful, but the strength displayed by his wife was very weak.

It hurts people simply by virtue of its own unique characteristics.

Unexpectedly, in the end, Zhou Qingfeng, who seemed to be the mastermind behind the scenes, was actually the lowest ranking person.