The Grim Reaper Can't Be Tricked

Ding Yiqing was so close that Cen Jin could clearly see the dark lines on his collar.

His eyes could only look straight at Ding Qingqing's lips.

Ding Yiqing raised her lips slightly, as if she had suddenly realized: "I forgot to mention that the trial version has a little side effect."

What side effects?

Ding Yiqing lowered his head, cupped Cen Jin's face with his hand that had just been brainwashed and said, "The spirit will be a little abnormal."

Just say that you will become mentally ill, you bastard!Get your hands off!

Cen Jin's eyes widened, his emotions were a little excited, and he wanted to split Ding Yiqing's hand with a knife. Has he thought about what he touched with these hands a minute ago?

"Remember, the novice gift pack is only available for 30 minutes. When the time is up, Gameover! It's up to you to win or die, but I'm optimistic about you in my heart." Ding Yiqing said: "If you kill this high-risk monster, put it Hanging my head on my grave, I will stop the outbreak of mental pollution, and you are the hero who saved tens of millions of people in Xinhai City."

The ancient and barbaric custom is about revenge, and the head of the enemy is hung in front of the grave to pay homage to the dead.

Does Ding Yiqing have a grudge against this high-risk and weird one, or is it simply intolerant of one mountain and two tigers?

"This thing is not worthy of being equal to me." Ding Yiqing's indifferent voice sounded in Cen Jin's ear, and said contemptuously, "It's just a running dog."

Only then did Cen Jin realize that he unconsciously expressed his doubts, wait, can he speak?

"What is that high-risk monster?"

"Tomb Slayer. An artificially raised evil that secretly raises pregnant mothers in a place with a special magnetic field. The most vicious one is picked out by secret methods, and it is sealed and buried in a special way. After years of pollution, it can evolve God's stuff."

Cen Jin leaned closer to Ding Yiqing and asked, "Is the main purpose of it being buried in a sealed coffin to trap you? Is the last step of its evolution into a god to devour you?"

Ding Yiqing's eyes sank, his aura was terrifying, and Cen Jinyou said provocatively: "Being trapped by a lackey means worse than a lackey?"

"Hee hee." Cen Jin's pupils dilated, which means that he is very excited now, "My omnipotent god, you also sometimes look like a defeated dog!"

Ding Yiqing looked at Cen Jin thoughtfully, and suddenly said with a smile: "Cen Jin, I wish you good luck."

Cen Jin thought to himself, he really hates this kind of blessing.

Ding Yiqing snapped his fingers in the void, time flowed rapidly in an instant, the space was blurred visible to the naked eye, stationary leaves and water droplets fell one after another, the sun and the moon changed, the stars moved, and the newborn high-risk strangely controlled bone chopper was ready to chop in a second It fell into the human's arm, and it fell into the human's hand in the next second, and the sharp blade slashed at it with a cold light.

The tomb guard leaped into the air with a backflip and shouted at Cen Jin: "Humans!!"

Probably because of the new students, its pronunciation is not very standard, the artificial intelligence has changed the sound, and the mechanical rigidity is extremely unpleasant, which is just convenient for Cen Jin to distinguish, otherwise he will feel that he is child abuse.

"Roar—" it roared, and the dead body was controlled to surround Cen Jin: "Tear him apart!"

Cen Jin tilted his head expressionlessly, avoiding the dead body that was rushing to bite his neck, raised his hand and chopped it down without looking back. The tomb-slayer gradually revealed a crazy and perverted excitement.

There are more and more dead bodies rushing towards them, and the speed is extremely fast. Each dead body is no less dangerous than a forest ranger, but in Cen Jin's hands, he cuts each one like a carrot, and he has no power to fight back.

Cen Jin's mind is extremely clear, he is clearly aware of what he is doing and what he wants to do, and he can even plan the next second's action one step in advance. The dead body that is as fast as a leopard now falls into his eyes but crawls like a tortoise. You can see the trajectory of their movement and intercept them first.

His body is very light, his vertical jump is easy and fast, he easily cut a way out of the group of corpses, and went straight to the tomb-slayer.

Cen Jin thought that his physical fitness had undergone a qualitative leap. In fact, if someone watched from the sidelines, he would find that Cen Jin's speed had not actually increased. It was just that his extrasensory perception was stimulated and he had the ability to predict the trajectory of dead bodies.

But this is enough for the tomb hunter to be angry and frightened. It can feel the breath from the underground reservoir in Cen Jin, the fear rooted in its dead body, and the terror shrouded in the soul.

Cen Jin kicked it sideways, turned around by inertia and threw himself out, stepped on the dead body's head with his right foot and jumped up vertically, turned over with a kite, let go of the bone machete, and threw it at the head of the tomb guard. Seeing this, the hunter dodged away, but was blocked by Cen Jin, who had already predicted its trajectory. He punched through the air and hit the tomb-slayer's cheek. Instead, he was kicked and his wrist became numb, causing instant numbness and stinging pain.

With a sound of 'clank', the thrown bone chopper was embedded in the rock, and the two sides had already gone through dozens of moves.

The bone chopping knife was taken in the hut in the forest, and it was Ding Yiqing's knife in essence. It was as sharp and bloodthirsty as a famous historical knife, and it was also a knife that the tomb hunters feared.

Now that Cen is unarmed, a mortal body is naturally no match for a high-risk foreign object.

"Without the Underworld Knife, why would you kill me as a human being?"

The tomb guard's small hands only grabbed Cen Jin's arm and pinched it again, the bones cracked crisply, and Cen Jin's face was pale.

The tomb-slayer ferociously waved his sharp nails like knives, cut through Cen Jin's clothes and pierced into his chest. He was about to dig out his heart and eat it, but found that he couldn't get any further.

It took a closer look, and saw that Cen Jin was firmly grasping its wrist, the veins on the back of his hand were bulging, and the bone cracked faster at the injured part, directly piercing the skin and flesh.

The severe pain made Cen Jin look like a dead man, but he raised his head and smiled madly at it.

The tomb hunter was startled.

Immediately afterwards, Cen Jin pulled out the Western kitchen knife hidden in his calf and plunged it into the tomb-slayer's neck with an unbelievably soft waist.

"How is it possible...!" The tomb hunter couldn't believe that a weak human could hurt it, and he used a kitchen knife!

It's the kitchen knife in the Huangquan hut again!

"Do you know?" Cen Jin murmured.

"I hate any behavior that does not obey the order. It is as small as the order of an exam, as large as the public order and good customs of a society-observing the law, killing people for life is the order of human society, the survival of the fittest, the law of the jungle is the order of nature, the sun rises and the moon sets, The ebb and flow of the tide is the order relative to the earth. Observing the order is the basic code of conduct, and anything that does not obey the order should be forced into the order, or killed!"

Cen Jin pushed harder, and the western kitchen knife penetrated deeper, and he stirred frantically left and right, a large amount of stinky blood sprayed out, and his behavior was crazy and his expression was crazy, just like a paranoid murderer.

The tomb-keeper, who had never seen anything in the world before being buried in a coffin just after he was cut out, felt a little fear of the human being in front of him.

But Huang Maosangpi didn't notice it, and asked every word: "The examination room for freshmen should abide by the order of the examination room for freshmen! What are you? Are you in order? Ask yourself, do you respect the order of the examination room!"

Gravekeeper: "..."

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The author has something to say:

The yellow-haired mourner has huge resentment: what about the harmless freshman quiz?Who respects the order of the examination room?Who respects me?