Salvation failed again [Quick Cross]

When Ling Feng woke up, the surroundings were quiet, his whole body seemed to be covered by a cloth, and through the cloth, his eyes looked bright.

He directly reached out to tear off the cloth, sat up, and looked around.

Countless human-shaped objects wrapped in white bags, dark red blood stains can be seen everywhere on the ground, and the dim yellow light above the head illuminates the whole room, revealing a strange feeling.

It should be that the mortuary can no longer hold so many corpses, so they are randomly placed on the ground.

Ling Feng tore open the bag and stood up, checking himself.

The fatal wound on this body was in the chest cavity. It seemed that something had pierced the entire chest cavity, forming a big hole. The blood on his body was still wet, so he should have died not long ago.

Ling Feng stretched out his hand across the wound, and the wound healed immediately, intact as before.

This should be a large area of ​​death caused by a major accident, otherwise there would be so many dead bodies that the morgue could not fit them.

Ling Feng felt wet all over and felt a little uncomfortable, so he hid from the monitoring and left the morgue.

[System, data], Ling Feng knocked out a doctor who was about the same size as him, changed into his clothes, found a random toilet, closed the door and sat on the toilet.

[The birth, old age, sickness and death in this world are controlled by the god of death, who will act as an agent to manage various places in the human world, send the soul of the person who will die to reincarnation, and directly swallow the evil spirits. The replacement of the god of death is guided by the destiny, and this generation Reaper, I don't know what happened, he seems to hate humans extremely, he didn't follow the rules of Reaper's book, massacred human beings, and finally led to the collapse of the world], the system checked the information and told Ling Feng.

Ling Feng pondered for a while, and then said, [Then just kill this god of death.]

[If only it were that easy, the god of death is in charge of death, if there is no replacement, he cannot be killed, otherwise there will be no god of death, and the cycle of reincarnation will be completely chaotic, the dead will stay in the world, and the world will still collapse], the system will find out The information told Ling Feng, [and system 007 took over the task of this world]

Ling Feng raised his eyebrows, Xiao Qi was a law enforcement officer of the same level as him, and they all failed?

After all, he wouldn't be here if he hadn't failed.

[How did he fail], puzzled.

[The time of 007 was much earlier than ours. At that time, the god of death began to slaughter human beings. He found the replacement person guided by the destiny, and wanted to kill the current god of death to complete the replacement directly. In the end, he failed and was killed instead, and the replacement person was also killed because of this]

[Xiao Qi's force value is not low], Ling Feng is a little puzzled, although the system number is seventh, but not all the hosts with the previous number survived, and Xiao Qi's force value ranks third in the main god space.

[Unclear], the system can't find out how 007 was counter-killed.

[Does destiny now guide the next generation of death? ], he also wanted to try to forcefully replace it.

[No, because Reaper guides a new generation to kill a new generation, and now there are no new replacements], after all, it takes a lot of energy to guide a new generation, and it is a waste of energy to guide one to kill another.

Ling Feng frowned, [Could it be possible to influence the god of death? ]

It is impossible to kill, and it is impossible to ignore it.

This kind of task of probation should be done by people from the mind attack group.

System: "..." He didn't know either.

Recently, I have no clue about the mission, and my head is almost bald.

[Where is the chosen one of the world line?still alive? ]

[The replacement is the chosen one], several times have died.

Those who died dared not produce new ones.

Ling Feng scratched his hair irritably, but found that there was no hair. He touched it in a daze, and felt a bit prickly, light, bald?

He gritted his teeth and said, [System, can't you choose a normal body? ]

Either they are ugly and cannot be found in the crowd, or they are bald.

[Ahem, I did it randomly... Didn't you say you didn't ask for it? ], the system is embarrassed.

Thinking of his own words, Ling Feng shut up, he really said those words.

[Find a better body next time], at least have hair.

[You can’t blame me this time, most men who die will shave their hair], the system looked at the collected information and explained, “[Superstition says this prevents the soul from attaching to the hair]

So it can't really be blamed.

Ling Feng directly forcibly used his spiritual power to grow his hair, and he didn't stop until he grew into a soldier-like crew cut.

His body was already dead, and he would have kept his head bald if he hadn't been forced to give birth.

As soon as his hair was born, he felt something watching him from the top of his head, and he looked up.

A head hangs from the ceiling staring at him, the hair hangs down, the eyeballs seem to burst out, full of bloodshot eyes, a shriveled and hideous face, from the long hanging hair, it can be vaguely judged to be a female head.

Evil spirit?

Ling Feng was caught off guard by being so ugly, he stretched out his hand and slashed with a silver blade, but he didn't control the force well, and directly cut a hole in the ceiling.

Unprepared, Ling Feng coughed twice from the ashes falling from the ceiling, and then opened the door to leave the toilet. The main reason is that he is not in a convenient position at the moment. No money to pay.

[Let's go to the god of death first, and see if we can negotiate], Ling Feng gathered his medical white coat, and lowered his head to avoid other people.

[Uh, no detailed information on Reaper]

[Didn't Xiaoqi do this task before? ], how could no information be found.

[Because the god of death is wearing a black robe and a hat, he cannot see his appearance, and he can change his appearance at will, so far no one has seen the whole picture of the god of death]

It is because the target cannot be found, so there is no way to let the attacking group with weak combat power come.

Otherwise, it is estimated that he died without knowing it.

[Can't you scan it even if you press the energy scan? ], Reaper should be very powerful.

[There are many powerful beings scanned, but it is impossible to determine who they are, and if the god of death takes back the power, I will not be able to scan it without using the power], the system is helpless.

[However, if there is a large-scale accident where many people die, then the god of death must be nearby]

Ling Feng sighed, at least he gave him a way, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to find the God of Death, so there's no need to talk about rescue.

Ling Feng directly avoided the monitoring and returned to the original owner's residence. His body was called Hu Zhiheng, and he lived in a dead house without father or mother. The only time he went out in a month was to go to the supermarket to stock up on supplies, and he was involved in the collapse of the supermarket building. The falling steel bar pierced his chest directly, and he died on the spot.

This identity restricts his actions. He has no father, no mother, no friends, and no acquaintances.

As soon as he entered the room, he was forced back by a pungent smell. He looked at the garbage all over the floor expressionlessly, some of which were even rotten, and mosquitoes were flying on it.

Should he be glad that it's not summer now?

How did the original owner stay there?

Ling Feng directly picked up the phone on the sofa, looked at the small advertisement pasted on the door, and called the housekeeping service center for an aunt.

Then I leaned against the door and waited for more than an hour, and waited until the house was completely cleaned before paying the bill to my aunt.

Ling Feng looked at the deposit on the phone and there were dozens of yuan left.

The original owner is a novelist, the kind who is on the street. His monthly income is only enough to cover food and clothing, and there is nothing extra. Fortunately, his parents left him such a house so that he would not sleep on the street.

Although the original owner was not smart, he was not stupid enough to sell the house, otherwise he might not even have a place to rest.

But after thinking about it, the original owner is dead, and it is useless to keep the house. It is better to sell it before you are alive and enjoy a few days of luxury life.

Ling Feng turned on the computer and read the original owner's novel, and was silent for a moment.

No wonder I can't support myself.

He directly updates a chapter in the update column:

If something happens, it will be permanently discontinued.

Before he clicked to publish, a figure rushed in through the wall from outside the wall, "No!"

Ling Feng subconsciously prepared to disperse the ghost.

[Host, stop!He is the original owner], the system stopped.

"Huh, it's dangerous." Ghosting looked at the unpublished notice on the computer screen, wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his head, and breathed a sigh of relief.

[He has become obsessed with becoming a famous writer, so he did not disappear after his death], explained systematically.

The god of death no longer performs its duty to lead souls into reincarnation. If there is no obsession, it will either be swallowed by other evil spirits or disappear directly.

As for the evil ghosts, they were actually souls with obsessions at the beginning, but they killed too many people or devoured too many souls, and they were backlashed and lost their wisdom.

Hu Zhiheng turned around and looked at his body, feeling a little strange, "Who are you, why are you occupying my body?"

"You are already dead," Ling Feng reminded with a frown.

"You, can you see me?", Shocked, he tried, after he died, others could not see him or hear him speak, this is the first one who can see him!Although it is his own corpse.

Hu Zhiheng was a little shocked, and muttered, "Seeing my body move always feels a bit weird"

The system looked at the shy ghost, tsk tsk, what a big heart!

"Borrow your corpse and return it to you after completing the mission," Ling Feng explained seeing that he didn't react too aggressively.

"No, no, I've tried it, I can't go back, I can't use it, think about it, how can I go back after I die?" Hu Zhiheng scratched his head embarrassedly, "You can use it whatever you want"

"Oh, by the way, are you a ghost?" Hu Zhiheng asked.

"You are now too," Ling Feng reminded.

"I mean the evil ghosts written in the novels, not the ghosts like me who can't do anything." Hu Zhiheng stretched out his hands and feet in depression. He couldn't even touch the real thing, and he couldn't write a novel if he wanted to.

"No"

"Then you can..."

"No", Ling Feng refused before he finished speaking.

"Oh", Hu Zhiheng felt aggrieved, "My dream is to be a famous writer, if I don't become one, I don't want to be reincarnated"

To be honest, you can’t go to reincarnation even if you want to.

Ling Feng rubbed his forehead, stretched out his hand and injected a black air into Hu Zhiheng's body.

That's why he likes to occupy the bodies of dead people, without these troubles.

Hu Zhiheng saw a mass of black submerged into his body, turned left and right to look at his body, he felt a lot more solidified, he tentatively touched the table, and was pleasantly surprised to find that he could touch it, "I can touch things La!"

He happily and eagerly pulled out his chair and sat on the keyboard. He hadn't coded for hours.

After typing a few lines, he remembered that Ling Feng had helped him, stood up excitedly, turned around and bowed to Ling Feng, "Thank you"

Then sit down and continue typing.

System: "..." As expected of a man who wants to become a great writer.

The author has something to say:

Everyone in this world has to pay attention to find the youngest son

The youngest son will hide his identity

Then Zai Zai will be played again

Hey, I feel like a stepmother

But I won't abuse the two emotionally

are each other's only