Reborn as the God of Death and became the Captain of the Ten Blades

"The adults didn't let us go with her, but they didn't say we can't go by ourselves." After saying this, Sun Sun covered her mouth and laughed.

"Also, our experiment is about to succeed." At the same time, an inexplicable expectation flashed in his eyes.

Apache was stunned: "Our experiment is still a work in progress."

Sun Sun looked at the other person as if he were an idiot: "Who said that semi-finished products can't be used?"

Seeing that he had lost again, Apache held back his anger and obviously agreed with what he said.

Mira Rhodes interrupted at the right time: "Let's go too."

The three friends exchanged glances, understood each other, and ran quickly in the same direction.

At this time, Dongdechaka asked Peixue, "Shall we go?"

Pei Xue said righteously: "We must trust Lady Nellielu and wait for her to come back."

Dondechaka nodded in agreement, and then the two of them tiptoed and followed.

……

Hueco Mundo.

Always in grayish white.

In the past, there were always roars, growls, and wails floating in the sky, sometimes far and sometimes near.

Today seems peaceful, and even though the main theme remains the same, the style is much less elegant.

Farther away from the battle area of ​​Yami and Aizen, several tall buildings are clustered on the sand. They have white bricks and red tiles, transparent windows, and faint light overflowing from inside.

It is rare to see modern buildings in Hueco Mundo.

The building in the middle was larger than the others and had brighter light. Through one of the windows, the sound of footsteps could be heard.

A rectangular conference table stood horizontally in the room. The ceiling was brightly lit, and flower-shaped candles were placed on the table. The floor was white and nothing else was placed on it. There was a figure sitting at each position on the conference table.

A middle-aged man with short, slightly curly dark brown hair, gray-blue eyes, a little beard on his chin, and a hollow in his chest. He sat lazily on a chair, looking at the table in front of him, with a dull look and wandering eyes, as if he had no interest in anything.

On the left sits a black Arrancar wearing skull earrings, golden eyes, a solid-looking body, and spikes on his head. The Hollow is located on the right chest, and there are remnants of an evolved mask on the earrings. Unlike the lazy uncle, a hint of piety flashes in his eyes from time to time.

On the right sat a Daxu wrapped in a tight white robe, with his hands on the table in white gloves. The scary thing was his head. A large test tube grew on his neck, filled with red liquid, with two fist-sized heads soaked in it. The head was made of white bones without a trace of flesh and blood, and there was no white in the eyes or pupils. It was dark and extremely scary. A closer look revealed that as the two heads breathed, a series of bubbles would float up in the red liquid.

There was still an empty seat, and the door behind the chair was open, indicating that someone had just left.

One of the heads in the test tube said: "It has been hundreds of years. This is the first time that a god of death has appeared in Hueco Mundo." The voice was gloomy and deep.

Another head also chimed in: "I've never swallowed the soul of the god of death before, so I wonder what it tastes like?" Unlike the previous voice, this one was sharp and piercing, making people feel frightened.

Both heads can speak, does that mean he has two consciousnesses?

The lazy uncle ignored it, his eyes were wandering and he seemed indifferent to everything.

The burly black man next to him didn't answer either. He sat upright with his eyes closed, resting.

When Test Tube Daxu saw that the two were still silent, their two little faces became a little angry, the bubbles increased, and their bony heads looked extremely frightened.

The air temperature dropped suddenly.

"Ha~~" The lazy uncle yawned, changed his position and lay sideways on the chair, with his calves swinging leisurely on the armrests, glanced at the gray-white virtual circle outside the window, exhaled deeply, and began to close his eyes to rest.

Soon, there were light footsteps at the door, and a figure appeared in the room, slowly walked to his seat, holding a tray in his hand: "Sorry for the long wait, everyone, please have a cup of black tea first."

Judging from what he said, he should be the owner of this house.

Her voice was delicate, neither male nor female, her face was calm, she had short pink hair, golden pupils, wore glasses, had obvious lower eyelashes, and spoke politely, but the corners of her eyes and mouth were raised in imperceptible arcs, giving people a sense of arrogance and arrogance.

After saying that, four cups of black tea were placed on the table in order. With a slight wave of his arm, the cups of black tea moved horizontally in front of the three Daxu. The black tea inside did not shake at all, showing the man's extraordinary control.

He sat down, brought the cup close to his lips, and took a sip: "This is the black tea I just developed. It tastes very good. Enjoy it, everyone."

After saying this, his eyes swept across the three Great Voids, and a hint of madness and desire flashed across them.

The test tube Daxu was rude to him: "Sarl Apollo, what did you ask us to do here? Just to drink tea?" This sentence was obviously targeted at him, but Sal Apollo didn't say anything.

He quickly organized his words, speaking in a gentle and unhurried voice: "Three Death Gods have come to Hueco Mundo, and a strange Vastod has appeared. Don't you want to express your opinions?"

The burly, dark-skinned Daxu glanced at him and said, "We have come all the way here to accept the invitation, why don't you show your sincerity first?"

"Haha." Sal Apollo listened to his words, touched the frame of his glasses on his nose, but was not angry. He had prepared the information in advance. After all, he had never dissected the god of death, so this was a rare opportunity.

"According to my information, Nnoitra and Grimmjow have surrendered to the Grim Reaper."

"That god of death?" Test Tube Daxu was puzzled.

Sar Apollo continued with a smile, "Yes, according to my prediction, the three Death Gods are also in a vassal-lord relationship."

After saying that, he snapped his fingers, attracting the attention of the three Hollows, took out three pieces of paper from his arms, and distributed them with a wave of spiritual pressure.

The lazy uncle took it casually and opened his sleepy eyes, only to see three Grim Reapers carved on the paper. The one walking in front was a gentlemanly man with glasses, followed closely by a brown-skinned man with short dreadlocks and a smiling Grim Reaper on his face.

It was the Aizen trio.

The test tube Daxu put the paper down, and one of the heads said, "Where is that Vastod?"

Compared to the Grim Reaper, he seemed more interested in the strange Vastod.

Sal Apollo glanced at him, lowered his head and took a sip of black tea. A flash of heat flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly hidden.

"No data." When he said this, he became gloomy. No matter how he investigated, he could not find out the whereabouts of Vastod. It was as if he appeared suddenly and disappeared suddenly, like an illusion. This made him a little angry.

"No?" Test Tube Daxu didn't believe it and basically confirmed that Sal Apollo was deliberately concealing it.