"You can ask him himself." The God of Death's ink-colored eyes were glowing slightly, and his tone was as cold as ice: "If you are not afraid of being beaten to death by him."
The god of death with the scythe pointed at himself and smiled evilly: "Can he kill me? Bing, you think too highly of him!"
"Really?" Beiming Liancheng opened his thin lips and bit off the black gloves on his hands. There was blood on the verge of breaking out between his lips and teeth!
Boom!
The surrounding trees suddenly fell to the ground, causing bats to fly up.
The three of them were hanging in the air, and the black fur clothes on Beiming Liancheng's body made a loud noise.
Before the god of death with the scythe could even restrain his surprise, Beiming Liancheng swung around to avoid his scythe. His movements were so fast that you couldn't even tell what he was doing!
The god of death named Bing shook his numb arms, narrowed his pupils, raised his long sleeves, and disappeared into the black mist...
Beiming Liancheng did not pursue him, but slowly fell from the air without disturbing the slightest bit of snow. The expression on his face still did not change at all. It was both good and evil and cold, as if the two gods of death were just two people in his eyes.
An ordinary human being.
The vampires looked up at him, excitement and fear flashing deep in their eyes!
Even now, they still haven't figured out the man's identity.
But they know that his ability is definitely on par with the king!
The Ice Death God who was walking away had an expressionless face, his eyes were on the life and death book: "Beiming Liancheng, the seventh prince of the Huang Dynasty, there is no record of this person here."
"There is no such thing as him in the book of life and death?" The god of death with the scythe took out his black notebook unbelievingly, his narrow eyes slowly widened, and then calmed down again: "There is nothing surprising about this, vampires are originally
I, Kasuo, am not afraid of creatures excluded from the six realms of sentient beings!"
The Ice Death God slowly closed the book in his hand: "He shouldn't be a vampire."
"Hey?!" Kasuo stretched out his hand and pointed at the fanged bats opposite: "If it weren't for vampires, these things wouldn't be able to listen to his call. And his subordinates are also vampires. He's not a vampire.
What?"
The Ice Death God raised his index finger with a cold expression, pressed his glasses and pushed them up. The two points intersected, and the transparent lenses flashed a sharp light: "He is a demon, a very high-level demon."
"Devil?!" Ka Suo's eyes flashed and he looked sideways at the figure standing in the darkness: "If he is a very high-level demon, there is no way I have never seen him."
The Ice Death God said lightly: "This is indeed strange."
"You're not mistaken, are you?" Ka Suo frowned. He and Bing often went to hell to visit. They all knew the demons in charge of affairs there, but the man in front of them was very strange.
…
The Ice Death God withdrew his eyes from a distance, placed them on Ka Suo, and said with a gentle and serious tone: "No.
Hearing this, Ka Suo was stunned, his evil peach blossom eyes full of deep investigation.
A very high-level demon has never appeared in hell...
Who is he?
"Bing, no!" Ka Suo raised the sickle in his hand, with evil confusion on his face: "When we go back, we must find out his identity!"
The Ice God of Death pushed him away coldly, and slowly dusted off the non-existent snow dust on the Tang suit: "My job is to lead souls into the underworld, other things have nothing to do with me."
"Aren't you curious about his identity at all?" Ka Suo babbled and put the sickle on his shoulder.
The Ice Death God's tone did not fluctuate at all: "I'm not curious."
"Facial paralysis is also a disease!" Kasuo yawned lazily, and suddenly his eyes lowered: "Strange, what does this smell like?"
The Ice Death God's voice deepened: "Something happened..."
"Whoa!"
In the distance, the sound of wild cats came one after another, and there was no one on the street. There were only three sticks of incense burning in the corner, and a scarlet light flashed past, creating an indescribable spooky atmosphere.
In the courtyard of the Chen family, Granny Chen patted her grandson Ming'er on the back, dozing off drowsily.
Chen Ming's hands were tied to the head of the kang with a thick rope, and his half-hanging fingernails seemed to be stuffed with mud, and there was a faint black air.
Grandma Chen slept on a hot kang. When she slept until midnight, she felt as if her throat was on fire and she felt uncomfortably thirsty.
I looked back at my grandson and saw that he was sleeping soundly. He didn't always run outside like he did in the past few days. He got up and wanted to get some tea to drink.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she came out of the house, she heard a few faint sneers. The laughter was hoarse, like an owl at night, and it made Grandma Chen's hair stand on end.
Especially the neck, it felt like someone was lying on my shoulders, it was incredibly cold.
Inexplicably, she shivered.
I raised my head just in time to see the shadow cast by the oil lamp.
It was okay not to look at it, but when she looked at it, she almost fainted from fright.
In the shadow, there is indeed an extra person on her shoulder.
Following her body, the man's head swayed back and forth, his pupil-less eyes were as pale as a dead fish's belly, and a strange sneer came from his lips...
Creak...
The soles of her shoes were on the thick snow. Nangong Baiye was wearing a black outfit. Without the help of her senior brother, it would probably not be that easy to deal with that thing.
So today she came to the alley without even Qu Luo.
His special physique is no longer needed to summon spirits.
Because it was obvious that the yin energy here was stronger than she thought.
The moment he walked into Chen's courtyard, Nangong Baiye's eyebrows suddenly wrinkled!
how so?
She had obviously put up talismans during the day...
The rotten stench that hit his nose made Nangong Baiye raise his left hand, the handle of the exorcism knife was facing down, the blade was facing upward, and his whole body was protected by spiritual energy.
It was very quiet in the house, so quiet that no sound could be heard from the surroundings.
The more this happens, the more it makes people feel hairy from the bottom of their hearts.
Nangong Baiye, however, walked forward indifferently, his shrewd eyes scanning the corners inch by inch.
fragrant?
Or three?
And it’s still two short and one long.
Unexpectedly, the old woman stopped burning incense at the entrance of the alley and burned it directly in the yard.
Presumably her talisman paper must have been disposed of by the garbage.
Nangong Baiye tightened his fingers.
Suddenly!
A figure flashed past her.
Nangong Baiye turned around suddenly, and there was nothing but the white snow...
She paused and raised her index finger. The four corners of the south, east, west and west with her as the center were all half-floating with yellow talismans!
The yard suddenly became much clearer.
It’s just that the compass on my wrist kept spinning, and finally settled on the northwest corner where the Yin Qi was the most.
Nangong Baiye's eyes flashed, he picked up the exorcism knife and walked over.
The moonlight slowly shone down, and right in that corner lay a person who shouldn't be here anyway...