[When I walked into this room, I immediately realized a problem. I didn’t bring my lovely, intelligent and considerate heart with me.]
【I fell into the trap.】
[My stupid brain began to blame my lovely heart for not discovering the problem earlier, but my stupid brain didn’t realize that it couldn’t even detect the problem.]
[I looked at the corpse in the coffin in front of me. This was the corpse that had undergone a death marriage ceremony with Qin Yanhua. It was specially prepared by the Reincarnation Cult, a Sequence 7 corpse. 】
[Once Qin Yanhua marries the corpse and has a relationship, Qin Yanhua will become the spokesperson of the God of Death. After one person and one corpse get along, the power of the God of Death will revive on this corpse, and the God of Death will return. ]
[I'm hesitating...because if I use the power of the Illusion Master to disguise myself as a corpse, then the power of the God of Death will appear on my body. Even if there is no death wedding ceremony, I don't know what will happen? 】
【Death, is looking at me, always looking at me.】
【Life or death? I'm not sure.】
His heart stopped beating, and Xu Ye looked ahead solemnly.
This room is about 100 square meters, mainly in black and white. In front of it is the layout of the mourning hall, filled with white and yellow chrysanthemums, and a black and white photo frame without photos.
The air and light seemed to be distorted, falling in pieces on the black nanmu coffin.
When the wind blew through the half-open window, the bells in the mourning hall jingled, as if summoning spirits, causing Xu Ye's soul to tremble slightly.
"Master Bandit, what do you think I should choose now?" Xu Ye was a little undecided.
The bandit's voice came:
"You ask me, I...well, what I want to say is, you can give it a try. Although there is a chance that it is a trap by the God of Death, maybe this ceremony is also a trap by the God of Death, and his target is you."
"But I think this is still within the control of the Illusion Master. Judging from the current situation, the Master does not have any hostility towards you and seems to be vaguely helping you."
"Through the Huilong Cult, what he means is that the God of Death cannot be allowed to return now. So since you can get here, you should be able to break this situation. Anyway, you have to take Qin Yanhua away no matter what, so just give it a try
try."
"I think Mr. Bandit is right." Alice agreed.
"I see."
Xu Ye took a deep breath and carefully opened the coffin, revealing the true face of the corpse inside.
It was a middle-aged man wearing a plain robe with a strange and rosy complexion. His hair was neatly combed and meticulous, his eyes were closed tightly, and his hands were crossed and placed on his abdomen.
Xu Ye took out the eyeball of the Illusion Master, held it in his hand, and activated it with spiritual energy.
He bent down, thought about it, and felt a little embarrassed, so he took off his eyes and mouth and placed them next to the corpse's head.
I myself took two steps back and stood at the window.
Xu Ye stared lovingly at the dead middle-aged man with his eyes, opened his mouth lightly, and said in the other's ear:
"I am you."
"I'm Doug."
Doug, is the name of this corpse.
"You are just a corpse, just an ordinary person. You have died. Your wealth, your talents, and everything you have will be inherited by me."
"You are fake, I am the real one."
"All of this is true for me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the eyeball in Xu Ye's hand emitted a slightly invisible halo.
It seems that some rules are changing.
Xu Ye clearly felt that the surface of his body seemed to be covered with a layer of illusion, disguising himself as Doug.
He even mastered the opponent's sequence talent - the Reincarnation Cult retained the sequence talent in this corpse to allow the God of Death to return better.
He was sincerely amazed.
The ability of the Lord of Illusions is too terrifying. He shuttles between reality, illusions and dreams. If such a god does not want to die himself, no one can really kill the other party.
Xu Ye put the real Doug into his storage ring, then he lay down in the coffin and closed the coffin lid himself.
Almost at the same time, he felt an extremely strong attraction emanating from his chest.
coming!
Sure enough, the real Doug was lying here without anything happening, except for waiting for the death ceremony to begin.
And I, just pretending to be Doug, triggered a certain condition.
Xu Ye had some enlightenment.
After experiencing a long period of darkness, Xu Ye was illuminated by the ruddy moonlight and slowly opened his eyes.
The surrounding world seems to have lost its boundaries. The desert is solitary, the sky is full of yellow sand, and the red moon is faintly visible.
This scene is somewhat familiar.
"I remember that the scene where the little green skin appeared was like this. Alice deliberately uglified herself and formed the huge body of a nine-headed cat. It was also the same scene. This time when it comes to Death, it is also a similar scene. Is there any explanation?"
At present, we can't contact Alice and the gangster, so we have to rely on ourselves.
He looked around and saw a church of bones standing at the end of his field of vision, shrouded in wind and sand. But the next second, when he took a step towards the church, the church suddenly appeared in front of him.
This bone church is composed of the bones of various creatures. However, it is not scary, but exudes the power of life.
In the gaps between bones are weeds with tenacious vitality.
At this moment, clusters of green will-o'-the-wisps were floating inside the church.
Xu Ye pushed the door open without hesitation and entered.
The rows of seats in the church are also made of stacked bones, and there is a human head hanging on the back of each seat.
It gives people a feeling of worship, holiness and purity.
In the front row, there was a skeleton man holding a broken scythe and wearing a large black skin with a section of white bones exposed.
His body was huge and he occupied about three positions. After hearing the sound of opening the door, two blood-red haloes appeared in his originally dark pupils.
"Young blasphemer, I'm glad you're here. You can call me Tana... Well, Tana, the God of Death." The huge skeleton turned around and looked forward.
Only then did Xu Ye realize that the other party's physical condition was very strange.
On the pale white bones, skin kept appearing, but disappeared in the next second.
Internal organs appear constantly in the body, but are destroyed in the blink of an eye.
Like a devil or an illusion.
"Mr. Tana..." Xu Ye hesitated for a moment, and then added the word "sir" after it. This was the first time that he faced a real god directly.
"You call me a young blasphemer, does that mean you have seen more than one blasphemer?"
The God of Death slowly raised his head, and the bones between the cervical vertebrae made a rattling sound. His voice was hoarse and he said: "That's a good question... But, I forgot that I have been reincarnated again and again, and my memory has begun to blur. I have experienced
Too much life.”
"I still remember that before I became a true god, I had to go through a thousand reincarnations. Sometimes I became a wild boar, sometimes I became a bird, sometimes I became a mermaid, and sometimes I became a night owl."
"Continuous reincarnation, continuous experience of life and death, during this period, I still have to maintain myself... It is too difficult for me."
Xu Ye blinked, this god of death seemed to be complaining.
"Where did I just say it? I have seen blasphemers before, but I forgot how many blasphemers I have seen. They are single-line inheritance, a special sequence created by heaven to balance the power of the gods."
"Generation after generation of blasphemers are like knives hanging on the necks of the gods. Once the true gods do something extraordinary, the knife will fall at any time."
"They possess blasphemous power."
"Others, I forgot."
"It's also possible that with my current strength, I still can't break free from the shackles of the agreement between the gods."
Another agreement between the gods.
Xu Ye was secretly surprised at what the true gods had accomplished together. That huge power could even imprison the gods' memories.
Fortunately, the God of Death does not seem to be violent, nor does he look down on me, but communicates on an equal footing.
"So, the blasphemer is the nightmare of the gods?" Xu Ye said.
"No, it's not." The God of Death looked forward and continued, "The true gods disdain the blasphemers, because no blasphemer has ever been able to enter Sequence 1. The path of the blasphemer is too difficult.
Demigods pose a threat."
"Those people, generation after generation, waved their tentacles and shouted to the heaven and earth, I want to blaspheme the gods. Then they formed gangs and swarmed in to steal the treasures of the gods."
Xu Ye was silent for a while.
He already had that picture in his mind.
"The true gods are not afraid of blasphemers, but blasphemers are like cockroaches that cannot be killed. The true gods can't do anything to you."
"Just think of it as a waste of money and disaster."
The corners of Xu Ye's mouth twitched.
No matter how you look at it, it looks like a gang of robbers.
"I really can't remember the rest. My memory is confused and my history is confused. I even forgot why I was reincarnated this time."
"I am now a Sequence 7 Dark Skeleton Mage, at the balance between life and death, but I can sense that my state is very wrong."
"If I step out of reincarnation now, gain new strength, and live a new life, I will die."
"I am no longer me."
At this point, the will-o'-the-wisp in the eyes of the God of Death flickered.
"So, I can only ask you, the blasphemer, to come over and kill me before the new power in my body is fully born."
