People are in Douluo, the martial soul is blackened at the beginning

After combing Xiao Wu's hair, Pan Yun was quite proud of it although his skill was not very good.

After all, it was his first time to comb someone else's hair. It was already very good to be able to comb his hair like this.

After looking at the wooden comb in his hand, he handed it back to Xiao Wu in front of him.

When he turned around again, he looked at the three people who were already tired.

There was a faint smile on his face, but his eyes were full of reluctance.

They had just met, but they had no choice but to separate from Xiao Wu.

"Clean up, we'll leave soon."

After saying that, Hu Liena and the others stood up.

Hu Liena stood up and looked at Xiao Wu over there, and then at the unsightly braid, but a small pimple rose in her heart.

After snorting coldly, he turned around calmly.

Pan Yun looked at Xiao Wu beside him and touched his head.

"This is my first time combing my hair. It's not very good, but I will work hard in the future."

Xiao Wu touched her hair. It was indeed ugly, but she was not angry. She just touched her braids, her eyes filled with a happy smile and a hint of reluctance.

After reaching out and hugging Pan Yun beside him, he seemed to be suppressing the urge to cry when he spoke.

"Brother Yun, you must not forget me. It's been too long, and I'm afraid you will forget me."

Pan Yun ruffled Xiao Wu's hair beside him, with a wry smile on his face.

"Okay, I get it. I promise I won't forget you. I will work hard to practice. Of course, you have to work hard too, you know?"

Xiao Wu nodded and looked at Pan Yun.

"Brother Yun, go ahead. I'll wait here for now. I'll leave after you guys leave."

Pan Yun thought for a moment and finally agreed. He straightened his clothes and walked out of the room without looking back.

Just when I got on the carriage, I looked back at the dilapidated hut.

He sighed quietly.

"wait for me!"

After saying that, he got on the carriage. After getting on, the carriage began to move slowly.

But Pan Yun didn't say a word, and even started practicing after getting on the carriage.

While meditating, a dark shadow appeared in my mind.

In the space of consciousness, Pan Yun looked at the black shadow, which seemed too familiar. It was his second martial soul.

Just when he was looking at the black shadow, a voice seemed to appear in his ears.

The sound was harsh, like claws scratching on glass, making people frown.

"I cover my body with a black robe, I take life with a scythe, I walk in time, I stalk in the darkness, I am despised by thousands of people, I am the most loyal servant of Hades, I am the king of death. God, those ugly souls are my greatest reward, and those who see me will eventually die."

The words in his ears made Pan Yun unable to help but sink in. They were like the whispers of a devil that made people addicted.

Pan Yun walked towards the black figure in front of him with dull eyes, but when he was about to get closer, a light flashed on his left hand, and a feeling of coolness rushed into his head, making him wake up instantly.

When I looked at the black shadow in front of me again, I felt a little frightened and became alert. I only heard terrifying laughter appearing around me.

The laughter is like the sound of cutting glass, making people extremely irritated.

"Boy, I don't know how you summoned me here, but the souls in this world are delicious. I heard the roars of these dozens of souls."

When the black shadow spoke, he still held the Death Scythe in his hand, and a soul ring appeared on the scythe.

Those soul rings twisted and stuck together, and countless beasts appeared standing beside the God of Death, their eyes dull.

Even so, he kept roaring at Pan Yun. Pan Yun felt the sound in those voices for no reason, as if he wanted to tear him into pieces.

Pan Yun's frown deepened, he raised his head and glanced at the dark figure in front of him, and couldn't help but start asking.

"You are actually conscious."

The black shadow waved the scythe, and all the souls turned into soul rings, and the smile that made people want to go crazy appeared again.

"I am the God of Death. I am a god. I am the servant of Hades. If you summon me, I naturally have my own soul. Why does it feel weird?"

After Pan Yun heard this, alarm bells rang in his head, and a god became his martial spirit.

Although he is not a god in this world, as Douluo exists on the fantasy floor, the power of the gods may not be as powerful as the gods in the Olympus myth.

It's okay to awaken the martial soul by yourself, why is it like this?

When he looked at the God of Death again, his eyes were wary, but he finally gritted his teeth and said it.

"So what, you are still my martial spirit. Now that you are my martial spirit, you are driven by me. Even though you are a god, you are still the same."

The God of Death seemed to have heard a joke and laughed heartily. When he looked at Pan Yun in front of him again, his eyes became even redder.

"Hahaha, besides Hades, you are the first human being to say that you want me to be driven by you. Aren't you afraid that I will kill you directly?"

Pan Yun sat there and glanced at the soul ring on the Death Scythe. After gritting his teeth, he raised his right hand.

After a flash of light, the Death Scythe appeared in his hand.

"You are just bluffing. Your weapons are not well taken care of. You must not be very strong. Otherwise, you would have killed me long ago and would not have waited until this time."

"Maybe in the previous world, you were the God of Death, so here, I am the God of Death, and you are just my martial spirit."

The God of Death stood there, motionless, and the red light in his eyes was dim.

"Interesting, there are people who want to become the God of Death. Do you know how many people reviled me as the God of Death?"

Pan Yun nodded, just for a moment, but then looked at the God of Death in front of him and said.

"So what, you were reviled in the original world, but it's not me. I'm the God of Death, so naturally no one dares to speak against me."

After finishing speaking, he waved the Death Scythe in his hand, and struck the Death in front of him with one strike.

He wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do, but now he just wanted to do it.

"Interesting, then I will help you. The souls here are quite delicious. Compared with the souls of the ugly people in the original world, it is simply a wonderful enjoyment. I am here to watch how you become you The said God of Death.”

"Accept my postgraduate entrance examination. When you satisfy me, you will become the God of Death. Of course, at that time, you will be my master."

The appearance of this voice made Pan Yun couldn't help but be touched. Was it so simple to convince this guy?

"You agreed so easily?"

The God of Death nodded and started speaking with a red light still in his eyes.

"It is naturally better to enjoy delicious food here than to suffer in the underworld. Lord Hades has long forgotten how many gods of death there are in the underworld."