rain forest

It's a stuffy basement.

Roars filled the ears.

The masked man in black clung to the ear of the brown-haired and green-eyed girl, and raised his voice to drown out the noise in the room: "Aoki, your opponent in the next match is Death."

The pair of upturned fox eyes on the girl's childish face raised slightly: "Got it."

In the sweltering basement, a life-and-death struggle was staged.

Reaper in the world of corpses and souls is a high-risk job. While enjoying generous rewards, those who engage in this profession are also under tremendous pressure. The pressure comes from the deep instinct of fear of death in human nature, as well as the desire and pursuit of power.

In order to prevent distortion, they pursue extreme excitement, killing and fighting day after day, which makes them unconsciously indulge in blood.

The underground fighting arena came into being.

Jingling Court turned a blind eye to this. What the decision makers need is loyalty and high-quality combat power, and slight flaws can be tolerated. After all, not every death god has aristocratic upbringing.

In order to avoid unnecessary casualties, Jing Lingting made a request while allowing the existence of the underground fighting arena that the god of death can only be a spectator, not a player on the field.

However, under the stimulation of blood, many gods of death could not hold back.The underground fighting arena is a commercial place, and there are policies and countermeasures. The business operator rebuilt the entire fighting arena with killing stones and made everyone wear masks.

Their representatives explained to the decision-makers in Jingling Court like this: "The underground fighting arena allows the audience to bet on both sides of the fighting. Since there is gambling, there must be winners and losers. In the state of excitement, the gods of death are likely to make unwise moves. , so we use killing stones to seal everyone's spiritual pressure, and the staff can control the scene when an emergency occurs, after all, the strength of the god of death is much higher than ours." The higher-ranking person understands the hidden praise to the god of death in the words.

After a while, he continued: "As for the mask, it's for concealing your identity. There's no spiritual pressure, and you can't see your face. Even if someone wants to find trouble with someone who has had a dispute with him outside the fighting arena, he can't do it."

Policymakers accepted his rationale.

Since then, everyone in the underground fighting ring has worn the same mask.Whether it is the players on the stage or the audience in the audience.

The Grim Reaper replaced the Death Fighter outfit, and after paying a certain fee, he could go on stage and fight with the players he liked. Most of the time, it was a one-sided sadism.

As the operator said, it is difficult for ordinary warriors to compete with the God of Reaper, even without the support of Reiatsu.

According to the difference in strength, the audience in the audience can easily tell which is the god of death.But everyone tacitly expressed silence on this, because the next one to come on stage may be himself as the god of death, who is convenient for others and convenient for himself.

Presumably Jing Lingting knew about this, otherwise they would not have accepted the words of the managers who were full of loopholes - each Reaper has a different physique, different hairstyle and hair color, different skin color tattoos and other unique things.If you really want to seek revenge, masking the killing stone will not help.

The decision-makers pretended not to know, and the unspoken rules of the underground fighting arena were formed with their acquiescence.

The iron gate imitating the animal pen was slowly pulled up, and the girl with brown hair and blue eyes put on a mask, walked out of the dark preparation room, stepped on the stone steps, and entered the fighting arena.

If measured by the buildings of modern humans, the size of the fighting arena is equivalent to the standard track and field field of 800 meters, but it is a perfect circle.

Hundreds of torches stand on the edge of the arena, illuminating the off-white ground of killing stones extremely brightly.

From the edge, there is a downward slope, which is replaced by steps facing the preparation rooms on both sides.

A ray is shot from the center of the fighting arena to reach the annulus where the beast gate of the preparation room is located, and a complete circle can also be drawn.A high wall made of killing stone rises from the edge of this circle, separating the fighting arena from the auditorium.

The girl wearing a mask stood on the east side of the fighting arena, directly opposite her, stood another contestant, it was said that she was the Grim Reaper.

The air in the basement was stagnant, like the dullness before the storm.

The referee struck the gong vigorously, like a thunderstorm, kicking off the rainstorm.

The two figures on the fighting arena disappeared the instant the gong sounded, and under the illumination of the fire, there was not even an afterimage left behind.

The trapezoidal auditorium was pulled out obliquely from the high wall of the killing stone, and the audience hidden in the shadows opened their eyes behind the masks, looking forward to the climax after the wonderful opening.

However, in the next second, the figure of the girl appeared on the west side, and the figure of another person appeared on the opposite east side one step later, fell on the edge of the fighting field, rolled down the steps, hit the beast door, and issued a There was a muffled sound.

End.

The referee declared the girl the winner.

On the gaming table, the few chips placed on the death bet were immediately moved to the other side by the dealer.

"How about it, believe it or not? As long as that chick meets the god of death, she will never lose!" The burly man patted the young man on the shoulder, "And she will definitely hit the killer as soon as she comes up!"

The boy with smooth silver-purple hair tilted his head, and his expression could not be seen through the mask, and even the eyeholes on the mask were pitch black.

"Oh, I'm so unlucky." The young man's voice was soft, and there was a wonderful tongue rolling when he spoke, "I lost money the first time I came here."

He shrugged: "Besides, I didn't see anything. Now, is that girl also a god of death?"

"No," the man's voice sounded muffled through the mask, he bent down and whispered in the boy's ear, "Qingmu Qingtong came from the worm's nest."

"Yeah, that's really exciting." The young man turned his face to the man, his strange smile mask and his tone surprisingly matched, "If there is another match with her next time, senior, remember to ask me to watch it. "

"How can I find you?"

"Go to the fifth team and look for Sanjiichi Maruyin."