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Chapter 225 Strange Man

The arm holding the scythe suddenly tightened, and he suppressed the urge to swing his arm and strike with the scythe, while his mind turned over and over again.

What's going on? Isn't this guy a picture recorded in his obsession? Why can he see me? Why can he still stay sane!

At this time, Zhang Lin was hidden deep in his black robe, and it was difficult for the man in front of him to detect his true thoughts.

The face full of vicissitudes of life was slightly moved: "You are very weak, why?"

The library behind him was still burning. Against the background of the blazing flames, Zhang Lin suddenly felt that he didn't know how to answer him.

This was the first ghost he saw that could communicate with him when he woke up from the darkness. He had seen people killed by soldiers before, but there was no soul floating out at all.

There will only be a wisp of black air floating out of the corpse after death, and all that remains is the lingering curse and darkness.

As for why I appear to be very weak, do I have to tell you that I am actually not the real God of Death?

Seeing Zhang Lin didn't answer, the man shook his head and sat down on the ground at the door of the burning library.

Everything here is an illusion, and the burning flames have no temperature. Zhang Lin hesitated slightly and came to sit next to the man.

The two of them just sat here quietly. Under the light of the fire, it seemed that the sky had turned red. The man looked into the distance, his eyes blurred.

"I can't remember much about what happened before, but I know that child was very important to me."

The man spoke again, then became quiet, and Zhang Lin sat quietly beside him without speaking.

After an unknown amount of time, even the flames in the burning library behind him began to gradually extinguish. The man suddenly stood up and turned to face Zhang Lin, who was sitting on the ground.

"You're not the real Grim Reaper, are you?"

After hearing his words, Zhang Lin slowly raised his head. The death sickle in his hand buzzed, as if it was affected by some kind of force, and the cold energy was continuously released inside.

This man has been motionless. Is he waiting for me to execute the will of death?

Well, let me show you whether I am the God of Death!

During this time, he was not simply accompanying the man, but was constantly exploring the various abilities of the Death Scythe and the changes that would occur after devouring that large amount of dark power.

Van Helsing and Constantine were right when they said that when the mark of death completely swallows them up, they will become the new god of death.

Yes, now he is almost a real god of death, possessing most of the abilities of the god of death, except for the last step, which is the body.

The current state of the Death Mark is not complete. He can feel that there seems to be something missing. After thinking about it, this is the only possibility.

Perhaps it is for this reason that the erosion of the mark on him is not as serious as imagined. Although he has most of the abilities of the God of Death, it is not impossible to get rid of it.

As long as you open the entrance to the underworld, enter it, find the soul tomb of the underworld and bury the sickle, you can get rid of the curse and become a normal human being.

But that's all for later, the main problem now is to solve the man in front of me.

As he becomes more familiar with the power of death, the hidden secrets of the seemingly ordinary man in front of him also appear in his eyes.

The rules of this world do not support the existence of souls, so the souls of people here will not appear after death, but will turn into deeper and fundamental obsessions floating in the air.

As time goes by, these obsessions will drift away and be purified and swallowed by the entire world.

However, something unexpected happened in the middle, and the rules of the world changed. In some strange state, this man became the first soul in the world to retain a complete soul body.

Suppressed by the rules of the world, he shouldn't have existed forever, but he seemed to have found a way to keep his soul alive.

Integrate into the accumulated dark power in the air, and use these powers to resist the invisible rules.

Originally he was supposed to be sleeping in the black clouds over the city, but he was pulled out by the scythe of death.

The purpose of the Death Scythe was not him, it was just to swallow energy to repair itself, but this man brought a large amount of energy and forced it into the scythe, causing the energy to overflow, which accelerated his erosion of the mark.

When I left the city, I came to this place because this man was causing trouble.

The chaotic memories flooding into my mind almost made me lose control because of this man. As he got away from the sickle, I gradually recovered!

The flames of the building behind him have slowly subsided, and the power in the sickle is spreading to the surroundings, slowly turning this place into something similar to the underworld.

The miniature field is covering the memory field built by men. As long as the coverage is completed, this will become his home field, and many parties will not be able to escape.

The man seemed completely unaware of his surroundings, with a gentle smile on his weathered cheeks.

"You are indeed not the real God of Death. Otherwise, how could you be afraid of a ghost who is still lingering?"

Zhang Lin's eyes narrowed slightly and his voice was hoarse and low: "Tell me your purpose!"

"Purpose?" Confusion flashed in the man's eyes, as if he was mumbling to himself, or recalling something: "Maybe he doesn't want to live anymore."

"kindness?"

The black clouds in the man's eyes suddenly turned into large black clouds and surged in. Everything happened very suddenly. Zhang Lin raised his sickle to block the situation in front of him.

boom!

The black clouds rolled and melted from both sides and rushed into Zhang Lin's body. Time seemed to have completely stopped at this moment.

The beating flames, the permeating black air, the bodies flying backwards after being hit, everything seemed to have stopped.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of people's pre-death obsessions flashed before their eyes, and the picture jumped at high speed and finally turned into darkness.

Tick ​​tock...tick tock...tick tock...

There was a crisp sound of water droplets hitting the ground in the darkness. Zhang Lin groped in the darkness and his fingertips touched a piece of ice.

A bright light shone in front of my eyes, and the whole world suddenly became clear.

Indifferent faces appeared in front of them. They had no emotions or thoughts, like walking corpses.

Zhang Lin stood in the center of the crowd with his head trembling. These people looked very familiar to him. They all appeared in the death replay just now.

The outstretched arm was holding the arm of one of them. It was cold, wet, and even felt a little sticky.

There was blood in his hand when he let go of his arm. The pungent smell of blood penetrated into his nostrils and made him dizzy. It was as if he had touched some kind of medium. Scarlet blood seeped from the arm, soaking his clothes and falling to the ground.

Tick ​​tock...tick tock...tick tock...

The crisp sound came again, and blood began to ooze from the bodies of the walking corpses. The skin broke and smoke emitted, and the thick smoke continued to rise.

The bloody and weird scenes collapsed crazily, the whole world was covered in thick smoke, the disgusting corpse odor crazily penetrated the nasal cavity, and the human figures turned into gloomy skeletons.

Guns fired in the darkness, countless bullets were fired from the darkness, flesh and blood were torn into pieces, and blood splashed into the air!

The high-temperature flames ignited the torn body out of nowhere, and the severe pain that pierced his soul drove him almost crazy.

In the flames, cold faces looked at him quietly, watching his body being torn apart, watching him fall in a pool of blood, watching him being burned by the flames and wailing in pain.

He wanted to ask for help, but no one understood him. An indifferent announcement came from the sky, like the most vicious curse of time!

"Emotion! The source of human chaos must be eradicated. Fire will burn everything, and death will take away the chaos!"

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