At 10:30 that night, Mao Ye and Wang Xu arrived at the entrance of a nearby hospital. Half of the names on the death list had still not been crossed out, and the people Elbert was following had not encountered any crisis so far.
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"Hey...what's your conspiracy? You're not asking me to accompany you to see Hualiu Bing, are you?" Wang Xu held a lollipop in his mouth, still enjoying the complaints.
Master Mao once again ignored Wang Xu's nonsense like a shield: "I need blood, preferably from the same person, and in large quantities."
Wang Xu took a few steps back: "What do you want to do..."
"Stop playing tricks...Of course I don't want your blood. I just want to go to the hospital's blood bank once."
"Then what should I do? Guard you while you threaten the nurse with a knife?"
"You don't have to worry about how I got the blood. You take this backpack and go to the morgue to arrange a ceremony. The materials are all inside, and I've written the arrangement method on a piece of paper. After everything is done, wait for me
Just bring the blood."
Wang Xu took the backpack brought by Master Mao. He wanted to ask some more questions, but Master Mao left in a hurry after explaining the matter. He had no choice but to go find the morgue by himself.
The hospital is definitely not a place where people can go wherever they want. However, in the morgue, there are usually only one or two administrators on duty. Therefore, Wang Xu used a very simple method and elbowed the old man.
Knocked him out so that he wouldn't interfere with his work.
Wang Xu walked into the morgue. The gloomy atmosphere in this place was really strong, and it always made people feel more chilly than outside. He walked to the corner of the room and opened the backpack given to him by Master Mao. There were quite a few things, including fennel and white candles.
, chalk, some plants that Wang Xu didn’t recognize, and some animal carcasses that no one could recognize...
In addition to the placement and layout of these things, the paper left by Master Mao also stated that a strange pattern should be drawn on the ground. Wang Xu placed these miscellaneous things one by one, and felt a bad feeling in his heart.
I had a hunch, thinking that Mr. Cat is currently taking human blood, and it seems that what he is doing is undoubtedly the legendary "magic trick".
A hand was placed on Wang Xu's shoulder. Almost instantly, Wang Xu knew that the owner of this hand was not Mr. Cat, because there was no warmth at all on this hand.
Wang Xu turned around, and a big ulcerated face came into view, and the hand on his shoulder was still dripping with pus.
"It's burned like this... which grave circle exploded and blew you out..."
The ghost opened his mouth wide, and some pus spurted out from his throat: "I'm so miserable~~"
"Fuck!" Wang Xu slapped the ghost on the face and pushed it away: "Did you make a mistake? Did you know that my clothes were just washed yesterday? You have saliva and pus.
Isn’t it disgusting for you to come over and put an arm around you?”
"I'm so miserable...I'm in so much pain...Help me..." The ghost kept saying these few words, but still moved closer to Wang Xu.
"This is the lowest level earthbound spirit. It suffered too much pain before it died and couldn't die. Don't complain to it. This kind of ghost is the most miserable. In fact, it is almost unconscious now."
At this time, he opened the door and walked in.
He glanced at the ceremony arranged by Wang Xu, then squatted down, picked up the chalk, and completed the unfinished pattern array by Wang Xu.
Wang Xu asked: "Hey... what should I do with this guy?"
"You can handle it."
Wang Xu twitched the corner of his mouth a few times, thinking to himself, if I can figure it out, why should I ask you? In fact, he has never chanted sutras seriously to transcend a ghost until now. Basically, he either ascended by himself or was killed by him.
He was killed. Looking at the person in front of me, he really doesn't look like a normal human being or a ghost like a ghost. He is already so miserable. It doesn't seem very kind for you to kill him to death.
But Wang Xu soon thought of a way. He tried to use the power of domination to appease the soul of the person in front of him. Gradually, the wounds on its body disappeared, the skin returned to its face, and it stopped
Instead of wailing, he stood there calmly and made no sound.
Mr. Cat stopped what he was doing, looked back, and then said to himself: "It seems that I can still do it..."
Wang Xu let out a long breath. He never expected that what he had done just now had almost exhausted all his mental energy. At this moment, he even felt dizzy and about to fall to the ground.
"Thank you so much to this master for helping me escape from the sea of suffering... I am so grateful..." The ghost spoke in a refined manner, and his clothes were not like those worn by people today. It seems that the history of his stay here is much longer than that of this hospital.
"Come on, come on... hurry up and go away, let me rest for a while and don't bother me."
"Master, take care, Xiaosheng." The ghost bowed to the ground, looking very polite, and then gradually disappeared.
Wang Xu said: "Hey, tell me, where did someone like him go? Did he go to the so-called 'hell' to report? Or did he go straight to the obstetrics and gynecology department upstairs?"
Mr. Cat didn't look back, he still lowered his head and drew on the ground. He didn't answer the question because he couldn't say "either went to hell or directly to the sea of underworld", so he simply didn't explain, but changed the subject and said: "I dare
What's interesting is that you can actually use the power of dominance to repair those weak souls."
Wang Xu said boldly: "Then, who am I? We usually hide our strength, only when things happen do we show it."
"You're breathing so hard, do you want to go downstairs to get oxygen or something..."
"Well... I just speed up my breathing to boost metabolism..."
Master Mao squatted there and smiled. At this moment, his cell phone rang. He stopped what he was doing, glanced at the number, and then picked up: "Is that Qi Bing? Could it be that Gao Jian is being chased again?
Kill?"
"Yes, there were several accidents after you left, and I blocked them all. However, in the past hour, the pursuit of death has become more and more frequent and more and more difficult to deal with... so I want to tell you."
Master Mao paused for a few seconds and asked: "With the current intensity, how long do you think you can hold off?"
Qi Bing was silent for a long time: "Humph...of course I...can keep blocking."
Mr. Cat replied: "Very good, there is a future. Keep waiting for my news."
After saying that, he ended the call, used chalk to add the last few strokes to the formation on the ground, then stood up, stepped back three steps, and recited a strange spell that Wang Xu didn't understand.
After he finished reading, the morgue became quiet, as if nothing had happened. Wang Xu looked around: "Did you fail?"
"Obviously, he did not fail." A man's voice suddenly came from behind Wang Xu.
Wang Xu turned around and saw that this person he had met once in Las Vegas should be named Vincent.
"I didn't expect you to come in person..." Master Mao said hello.
Vincent still hasn't changed, his appearance, his smile, his eyes that seem to control everything: "I suggest you don't do the same ritual again in the future. It's very dangerous. Fortunately, I happen to be free. If you change
If you act like someone else, not only may you not be able to achieve your goal, you may even lose your life.”
Mr. Cat said: "This incident has gone beyond my control, so I urgently need an informed high-level demon to answer some of my questions."
Vincent knew what he was going to ask, so he didn't talk nonsense: "The one you have is indeed the death list, but its owner was recently eliminated."
Wang Xu's eyes widened: "No way? The God of Death has been killed? Could it be that Monkey Sun has gone abroad to burn the Book of Life and Death?"
Vincent turned back and glanced at Wang Xu, who immediately fell to the ground and fainted. He continued: "I can tell you these things, but he can't listen."
Mr. Cat laughed dryly: "Anyway, I'm already a substitute for your hell. It doesn't matter if I know more, right..."
Vincent nodded: "That's more or less what it means... The thing is, there is only one real God of Death. He is the BOSS of all the Gods of Death in hell, just like Satan and the Four Horsemen. If it weren't for the apocalypse in the Bible, he would
He will not and cannot come to the human world.
There are a lot of Shinigami who usually move around in the human world. Generally, in a big city like S City with a population of tens of millions, there should be more than a dozen or even dozens of them. They are like office workers, holding a list in their hands and checking in every day.
Run around and make sure those on the list die on time and in order.
No matter ordinary people, psychics, superpowers or ghosts, they can't see the God of Death. Only those who are truly on their deathbed can see the existence of the God of Death in a short period of time, that is, they are destined to leave this world.
's soul.'
Therefore, in the human world, the title "Death" can be regarded as a profession, and it is still a very thankless profession. Of course, this profession is not lifelong, and they sometimes encounter personnel transfers there. At this time
, there will be a vacancy.
The Death List is a gift from God and will never disappear. Someone must hold it. Then, when the original Death leaves, we must send another person to replace him."
Mr. Cat interrupted: "I understand... you have encountered unexpected personnel changes, because this god of death was not transferred away by you, but was eliminated by someone else!"
"Yes, but the Death List is not just a notebook. Its existence itself is much more advanced than the Death. It is like the Supreme Ring in The Lord of the Rings. Even if you throw it into the river, it can
Find a way to be found by yourself, because there is a power lingering around it, making it immortal..."
Master Cat asked: "So it is now looking for its owner just like the Lord of the Rings? But what is the pattern?"
Vincent replied: "I'm not very clear about this. The last time a god of death was killed by human forces was hundreds of years ago. There are very few relevant records, and I didn't handle it, but according to my estimation
, if it is really looking for a master, the candidate should be Gao Jian."
Cat Master said thoughtfully: "Even if no Death holds it, the people on the list are still dying, which shows that it is still operating without an owner... and after we get it, its operation is affected by
Without interference, I saved nearly a hundred people and seriously interfered with it... so..."
Vincent smiled and continued: "So... it couldn't wait to select the next name on the list as a candidate and started the test... Haha, you are really good."
They looked at each other and smiled, and both of them got this inference almost at the same time. Vincent continued: "Then, its standard is probably that if Gao Jian can persist until midnight under the increasingly crazy pursuit, he will have
He holds the qualifications for this list, and the other people on the list today were also saved by the birth of Gao Jian, the new god of death. As for Gao Jian, his mission from now on becomes to ensure that more people go on time
Death...haha, interesting theory of cause and effect."
Master Mao let out a long breath: "It seems that Gao Jian is destined to say goodbye to us forever."
Vincent smiled and said: "Don't worry, I will take care of him in the future." He snapped his fingers, and Wang Xu on the ground gave a cry and gradually regained consciousness.
Mr. Cat said seriously: "Before you leave, I have one last question."
The conversation between smart people was very relaxed. Vincent already knew Master Mao's problem, and he smiled as usual: "Yu Xin once joined an organization composed of marginalized people, and Ruan Da was also a member of that organization.
, and the leader of that organization may be the strongest descendant of the Guigu Sect so far, even more powerful than the Wuguang Sect."
Although Mr. Mao remained calm on the surface, he was shocked in his heart. Uncle Wu's strength was comparable to that of the Song Emperor Yu An, the strongest among the ten kings of hell. There was no one who could match him among his descendants. If he had to,
If we find a few people who are slightly stronger than him, I am afraid that they are only the commanders of various forces in the Yin and Yang world...
"So... this person who can find and kill the God of Death who is invisible to ordinary people, invisible to psychics, and even invisible to ghosts, who is stronger than the Phoenix?"
Vincent's figure gradually disappeared. In the end, he just smiled and left a sentence: "Who can know this kind of thing before they fight..."
