I am a master, I have the final say

Of course, the system has not yet released the task. Xiao Chiyo should not be in danger for the time being, or he just thinks too much, it is also possible that the two of them are simply dead phones or powered off, but this kind of life-threatening matter, Baicheng But I don't want to find any excuses to paralyze myself.

For nearly an hour, Baicheng finally arrived at the target apartment building.

I learned from Chiyo's mother that Shiina Mashiro lives on the seventh floor, but unfortunately, the elevator failed to work again. There was no way, Shirana had to run the stairs.

The phone still can't get through.

Running at full strength, Baicheng rushed up the stairs and quickly reached the seventh floor, but when he crossed the last stairs, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

She was a petite girl who looked only about 13 or 14 years old. She had long black hair and a black kimono with embroidered patterns on her body. As for what her face looked like, it was a little fuzzy that Baicheng could not see clearly. Only vaguely can feel the bloody red pupils reflected on that cold face.

Because the girl appeared too abruptly, the two almost collided together, which made Baicheng retreat instinctively.

"Want to... die once?"

As soon as he took a step back, a low voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and Bai Cheng suddenly felt a shock all over, as if something bound him, and his body fell uncontrollably to the side.

Click!

The guardrail of the stairs broke due to the impact of his body, and Baicheng fell downward...

"Oh shit!"

Until this time, Baicheng finally understood.

The goal of Shinigami was not Sakura Chiyo at all.

It's him!

444 Hell Girl Yan Moai

Why do you suddenly have a bad feeling?

Why is there no system task reminder, but the god of death suddenly came to him?

Why did the god of death no longer kill people by coincidence, but instead hire other gods of death to replace them?

When the body fell down the stairs, all these problems were explained.

Because I was on that bus, I was also a member of the blacklist of death. This is a task given to the player by the system. When the task starts, a prompt will naturally appear, but the player is in the dungeon world. If you encounter danger in the game, the system will not kindly tell you: There is a strange thing here, you have to be careful.

This year's system will only put the player to death!

However, the surrogate god of death newly found by the god of death is... the hell girl Yan Moai?

Although the appearance is very similar and the way of speaking is almost the same, but logically speaking, Yan Moai shouldn't have a reason to kill himself for a good person like himself who sacrificed his life to save others?

Bai Cheng thought, his right hand quickly grabbed to the side. He didn't grab the handrail of the stairs. After all, he was pitted by the handrail just now. Who knows if the handrail here was broken by coincidence. He grabbed it. It's the staircase itself. If this concrete staircase is also scratched and broken, it would be really bad for Xili!

Fortunately, this world is not so excessive after all. Baicheng smoothly grabbed the stairs and prevented his body from falling...Although his current physical fitness is almost the same as before entering the game, he himself has a level far beyond that of a mortal. , This problem still does not trouble him.

With a strong right hand and a slight shake, his person was already standing on the stairs on the sixth floor.

Damn, I don't believe you that this staircase is made of tofu, so you can step on a hole?

Bai Cheng thought about it like this, suddenly felt his feet soft.

This staircase is indeed not made of tofu residue, he did not step on a hole, but what he is stepping on now is a mud altar!

When Baicheng realized it, the black mud hadn’t reached his knees, and his body was still gradually sliding down like a swamp...No, it was more terrifying than an ordinary swamp. In such a place, Baicheng could not use any power at all. , I can only watch myself slowly being swallowed by the black mud.

Why is there a swamp here?

Is it an illusion?Or was he moved unconsciously?

"Want to... die once?"

It was dark all around, and only the girl’s low voice came not far from the front. It was the same girl just now, but the image at this moment became clearer, like long black hair blended with the darkness, and crimson reflected on the white face. His red eyes and his indifferent expression were not as cold as his eyes, and he couldn't see the slightest human emotions.

She was wearing a beautiful kimono with patterns on her body. It was obvious that her feet were not moving, but people floated towards the mud altar little by little.

If ordinary people see this scene, they will most likely be scared to faint.

Of course, ordinary people may never encounter such a thing in their lifetime.

Baicheng smiled.

As everyone knows, the reason why the supernatural event is terrifying is because of the unknown of human beings, the horrible environment, the tense atmosphere, and the BGM that reminds you that this is a horror story all the time, plus it suddenly appeared from nowhere. The demons and monsters that come, this is the fundamental reason that scares people to death.

But if you know everything...

For example, in the future full of zombies, would you still be afraid when you see zombies?

There may still be fear, but at least you know how to resist.

"Unexpectedly, you, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, would also act as an accomplice to the god of death. It really surprised me." Baicheng smiled and looked at the girl floating in front.

The girl did not speak, but stared at him with cold eyes.

"Hey, say something. Although I know you are like this when you work, it is not against the rules to communicate with the deceased. At least let me know why I died, right?"

"If you don't want to say, then I will sing a song to you..."

Perhaps the girl was moved by Baicheng's sincerity. Before Baicheng started singing, she opened her mouth and asked, "You know me?"

"Hell girl Yan Moai, the master of hell communication, accepts the commission of the grieving person to exile the cursed person to hell... Am I right?"

The girl didn't answer, but she obviously tacitly agreed.

Baicheng frowned, "So I am a little confused. Since you have your own job, why did you suddenly find me? And in my opinion, your business should be completely different from the business of Reaper. Could it be that I Is there anything damn it?"

"Reaper... is that what you call him?"

"He?" Baicheng's heart moved, "It seems that you are really familiar with it, um... this world is really getting more and more weird, is it because of my chaos, the mystery of this world is also increasing? Otherwise, you guys The people who shouldn't appear in the everyday world are a little bit unreasonable. If this continues, even if one day, someone named Haruhi Suzumiya comes in front of me, I will probably not be surprised."

"By the way, listening to what you said just now, there seem to be many guys in your world who do this kind of work that makes people want to die, so besides him and you in your mouth, who else are there? You love Is there an apple-eating god of death? Is there a god of death that carries a scythe and cuts at people? Is there a god of death called a small shrimp? Is there a god of death who turns into a bull's head and yells at the sky? Are there glasses? The pupil who will never grow up, the god of death?"

Yan Moai said blankly, "You have too many questions, please forgive me for nothing to comment."

"That's really a pity..." Baicheng sighed. At this time, almost his upper body was sunk in the mud, leaving only one head. "In this case, we have nothing to say, please enjoy my singing. ...... Ah ah ah~~~"

The moment the song rang, Yan Moai's expressionless face finally changed. Then, a breeze blew across, and the swamp and darkness, including this expressionless black-haired girl, all scattered like a cloud of sand. In front of Baicheng.

And he was still standing at the top of the stairs on the seventh floor, and the handrails that were supposed to be broken beside him were also intact, as if everything that happened just now was an illusion.

Bai Cheng frowned slightly. When Yan Moai appeared in front of him for the second time, he already knew that what he encountered was an illusion. If he had fear in the illusion, then compromised and died, he might be true. Die, but as long as the illusion can be broken, all problems can be solved.

He could understand that when the god of death dealt with those girls, he used only conventional methods. As long as he killed himself, all kinds of mysterious power would gush out, but...