Chapter 201 This is not fair!

Chapter 201 This is not fair!

Chapter 201 This is not fair!

Su Ming walked to a door with the words "Mortuary (3)" written on it.

Pushing the door open and walking in, I saw that on one side of the morgue, the entire wall was filled with shelves filled with rusty iron cabinets. Each iron cabinet had a small square door, which was used to remove and store corpses.

Each small square door is marked with a number.

Just after he stepped in.

Click-click-click-click-

The sound of doors opening continuously rang out.

The doors of several iron cabinets were opened directly.

Black viscous liquid flowed out of the iron cabinet, dripped onto the ground, and gathered into a small river.

Then, one head after another popped out from the iron cabinet.

All of them had their heads shaved, and it was impossible to tell whether they were male or female in life.

As time goes by, more and more cabinet doors open.

Corpses came out one after another.

But Su Ming did nothing, just waited quietly.

These corpses had no intention of attacking Su Ming.

Finally, the innermost iron door "No. 1" was also opened.

A shrunken old hand stretched out from inside.

Then, a thin old man came out from inside. He climbed out of the iron cabinet, put his hands behind his back, and walked towards Su Ming.

The other corpses on both sides took the initiative to make way.

The thin old man said in a hoarse voice: "Living man, why don't I feel any fear from you?"

"Could it be that you are already strong enough to ignore our threats?"

"I do feel a strong threat from you, but you don't seem that powerful."

"This is contradictory, can you explain it?"

The thin old man exudes the aura of a powerful person.

It was clearly just a skinny and weak corpse, but it seemed like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

It seemed that if Su Ming could not give him a satisfactory answer, he would face terrible consequences.

Su Ming raised the Grim Reaper's sickle in his hand and asked, "Do you think this sickle looks familiar?"

The thin old man narrowed his eyes and focused his attention on the sickle.

The more I looked, the more horrified I became.

It felt the breath of a high-ranking being from the sickle.

That was the breath of a god, and moreover, a god whose path was similar to his.

The expression on his face gradually became uncontrollable.

"This, this sickle... Who are you? Why are you here?"

Su Ming: "I came here to participate in a trial. As for why I came here, it's because I knew you were here."

"If you're willing to do me a small favor and help me complete the trial, then perhaps we can become friends."

The thin old man's mind was working quickly. This sickle seemed to be a divine weapon of the god of death. Being able to obtain this weapon meant that the person in front of him was most likely to have a strong connection with a certain god of death. He might be a believer that the god valued very much and wanted to train.

But his speech was a bit mysterious, more like those of fortune tellers, astrologers, or demigods who can predict the future.

Could it be that he was the believer in the god of death who wanted to cultivate a person with the ability to predict the future?

However, no matter what, the other party has come to him, and he has to show some appreciation. As long as it is not too troublesome, he will help.

The thin old man said, "Of course no problem. Everyone knows that I, Old Jack, always love making friends."

"So, my friend, what do you need my help with?"

Su Ming: "Help me kill two ghosts, and then help me get the wealth points here."

Old Jack said slowly: "I will try my best to help you, but as a friend, can you lend me that sickle?"

"I swear to God, I'm only using it for a bit, and I'll definitely give it back to you afterwards."

Su Ming: "Of course."

He handed the Grim Reaper's scythe to Old Jack as a reward.

He is not worried that the other party will not return it, because this is a magical weapon that binds him.

Old Jack took the Grim Reaper's scythe and stroked the handle and blade of the scythe as if he were caressing his lover, with excitement flashing in his old eyes.

He kept saying, "My God, this is the most perfect work of art!" "I feel the breath of greatness from it!"

“What a wonderful feeling…”

Just then, footsteps sounded.

The sword demon and the berserker demon rushed in.
After seeing Su Ming, they laughed triumphantly: "Hahaha! Now let's see where you can run!"

"That fortune is mine!"

"not mine!"

They also saw Old Jack and the bald corpses around him, and felt a strong threat from Old Jack.

But with the fat meat in front of them, they wanted to just rush over, kill the living person first, and get the wealth points first.

At worst, after the mission is accomplished, I can have another fight with that skinny old guy!
Looking at the two ghosts rushing over, Old Jack tightly grasped the Grim Reaper's sickle, with a cold light flashing in his eyes: "Are they the two?"

Su Ming nodded: "Yes, but I have to make the final blow."

Old Jack: "No problem, you two little brats, how dare you act so presumptuous here!"

He swung the Grim Reaper's scythe and rushed towards Kengoku and Berserker.

A katana wrapped in a dark and gloomy wind, a giant sword filled with blood and energy.

Old Jack fought with the two ghosts, one against two, and defeated the two ghosts step by step.

The swordsman ghost and the berserker ghost became more and more frightened as the battle went on.

What’s wrong with this old man? How can he be so powerful?

And why would such a powerful ghost help this person deal with them?

They are all participants in the battle for wealth, so how come this living person has the help of local ghosts?

This is not fair!

Kengoku roared, "Crazy battle, fight! Use your ultimate move! Otherwise you won't stand a chance!"

The Berserker answered with action. He stomped the ground hard. A cloud of blood mist exploded from his body and gathered on his giant sword, transforming into a giant blood mist sword, which slashed down fiercely at Old Jack.

This is the Berserker's trump card - Blood-Splitting Mountain Collapse!

He gathered all his blood and energy into the giant sword and slashed it with one blow. Even a ghost stronger than him would die on the spot!
In an instant, Jian Gouki slashed forward countless times, and the black yin energy turned into a sharp black whirlwind, rolling towards Old Jack.

This is the unique skill of Kengoku - Yinfeng Juexi Zhan!

With the power of his sword, he gathered and fused the dark winds, transforming them into a whirlwind of death. He had used this move to kill many powerful ghosts of the same level!
The blood-red giant sword and the black whirlwind pressed towards Old Jack.

Old Jack was not at all panicked. He let the black and red devour him. Before that, he threw the Grim Reaper's scythe back to Su Ming.

Seeing the opponent being blown into a pulp, Jiangougui and Berserkergui both breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huh... this old ghost is really strong."

"Unfortunately, even if you have some strength, you can't stop my Yin Feng Jue Xi Zhan!"

"Next, it's you!"

After using their ultimate moves, Sword Demon and Berserker Demon both felt extremely tired, as if their bodies were hollowed out, but they didn't even have time to catch their breath. They all rushed towards Su Ming, wanting to kill him first.

First, get the several thousand wealth points from him, then talk about other things.

They all overlooked one thing, that is, after killing Old Jack, they did not gain any wealth points at all!

The iron gate No. 1 next to the iron gate No. 2 opened.

Another old Jack crawled out.

He said calmly: "I'm sorry, what you just killed was just a clone of the old man."

"Come on, let's continue."

After saying this, he came to Su Ming in the blink of an eye and took away the Grim Reaper's scythe.

He fought again with the Swordsman and Berserker who rushed over.

Sword Gouki and Berserker Ghost felt tremendous pressure again.

What made them even more desperate was that this old ghost was not weakened at all compared to before!

This is too outrageous!
Only then did they truly realize the value of this underground morgue.

A place with five wealth points of 10,000 is really outrageously dangerous!

Even though the two fierce ghosts tried their best, they couldn't even defeat the old ghost inside!
Kengoku roared, "This is unfair! Why did you kill us and not that living person?"

Berserker: "I don't accept it! If you kill us, you have to kill him too!"

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(End of this chapter)