The Grim Reaper Can't Be Tricked

Time back to 10 minutes ago, the monitoring room.

The boss snorted, turned off the live broadcast room without further ado, got up and said, "Something dares to make trouble on my site, I will come as soon as I go."

When he came to the empty women's toilet, he saw the mirror painted in Sanskrit and the huge number 1071, and he laughed angrily: "Good guy, if you dare to cast new spells on my place, I will definitely cut off their heads. "

The hundred-eyed girl followed, seeing the familiar Sanskrit, her head began to shake stiffly, and the tightly closed eyeballs on her neck cracked open: "Psychic... It's a psychic mantra, it's the Asuras, They are still looking for Allahabad back then, they found the ghost town - I want to kill this bunch of trash!!"

There was a loud 'crack' sound, and nearly a thousand pairs of eyes on Baimu Nu opened their eyes in unison. The eyes were bloodshot, and the eyeballs turned blood red full of hatred.

The boss shouted violently as a blow to Buddhists: "Calm down!"

Immediately wake up Baimu girl.

Baimu girl managed to regain her composure: "Why did they drag Room 1071 into it?"

Boss: "Go and notify everyone inside to come out."

Turning around, she suddenly saw Ding Yiqing appearing at the door at some unknown time, Baimu girl was stunned when she saw Ding Qingqing, her first reaction was 'male'?The second reaction was 'not quite right, I smell terror'.

But she didn't have time to think about it at all, she saw Ding Yiqing looking at the mirror thoughtfully and said: "It turned out that you were hidden in Kusinara."

The boss frowned: "Could it be that you have been looking for Quirky Town too? You should know how ridiculous the legend of the so-called longevity serum is—"

"I know it's true, and I also know that it's the treasure that made Asura King evolve into a god." Ding Yiqing interrupted the boss's words softly, and his strange silver and black eyes passed through the hundred-eyed girl and landed on the boss.

"Otherwise, why would I come to you?"

The boss immediately raised his guard: "Ding Yiqing, what the hell have you become?"

Ding Yiqing looked at him quietly, then suddenly came to the boss's side, raised his hand and lightly touched his shoulder, the boss' eyes went dark and he passed out.

Baimu Nu was stiff all over and did not dare to move.

After the boss fainted, Ding Yiqing didn't hide the terrifying aura on him at all, which made Baimu girl unable to move, and she had an astonishing guess in her heart, the real identity of the person in front of her...is a god!

"Take care of your boss. When he wakes up, let him go to Pingxi Village to vent his anger."

Hundred Eyes girl mustered up her courage and asked, "You...do you want to kill Cen Jin?"

Ding Yiqing turned back to look at her suddenly, as if a little strange figure was finally reflected in the interlocking pupils, he said softly: "How could it be...? Isn't he the one who can make you all become Buddhas?"

Hundred Eyes Girl blurted out: "How do you know?"

Ding Yiqing looked at her quietly without speaking.

A white light flashed in Baimu Nu's mind: "The boss said that in the strange event of the birth of the Queen Mother of Qianchuanxi, there was a 3000-year-old prophet who contributed the most. He also guessed from the characteristics published on the forum that the prophet was the one who told him how to redeem us. The method...could it be arranged by you?"

Ding Yiqing smiled, as if agreeing.

Baimu Nu asked cautiously: "Why did you do this? Are you trying to plot against Cen Jin? He is just an ordinary person, so there is nothing worth plotting against."

Ding Yiqing: "You remember his name."

Hundred Eyes Girl: "It's not hard to remember."

She felt that after saying this, the boss in front of her seemed to be in a turbulent mood for a moment, as if she was in the middle of the sea, facing the [-]-meter-high waves alone, and almost drowned in endless fear.

Fortunately, this feeling disappeared in a flash, and the boss quickly turned and left.

But after the other party walked away, she seemed to hear the sigh of a god, and quickly shook her head, thinking that it was all her hallucination.

***

Cen Jin was dragged into a different space by a collar, looked around, and found that he was in a closed space with black and red flowing liquid, turned his head and looked at Ding Yiqing.

"I don't sell."

Ding Yiqing pinched a soft piece of flesh on the back of Cen Jin's neck and said, "We are not open today. Tell you something good."

Cen Jin: "Will you come to me if you have something good to do?"

Ding Yiqing smiled at him: "When did I miss you for a good thing?"

Cen Jin forced a smile, just to save face.

Ding Yiqing: "Do you know about Quirky Town?"

Cen Jin: "I don't know."

Ding Yiqing: "Have you heard of the Four Holy Lands of Brahmanism and the Four Holy Lands of Buddhism?"

I've heard of this, but I don't remember a long list of names.

Cen Jin nodded, opened the hand that was pinching the soft flesh on the back of his neck, and then shook it away forcefully, his palm hurt, and a red mark was drawn by the messy and ugly silver ornament on Ding Yiqing's wrist.

When I saw Ding Yiqing for the first time, there was a red string stuck between his radial bones, and an extremely ugly silver ornament was hung on the red string.I didn't see him wearing it again after that, but I didn't expect to wear it again today.

It's really ugly, as expected, it's not perfect, and Ding Yiqing's aesthetics is abnormal.

Cen Jin was expressionless, complaining inwardly.

Ding Yiqing: "The Quiet Town is an unknown town in Bharat Allahabad. Around the seventh century, a sage speculated that the Quirky Town was the place where the rumored immortality sap dripped. Immortal Serum, causing a lot of bloodshed, and even directly destroying the entire town.

Since then, every few hundred years, the strange town will reappear with the longevity serum. The last time it appeared was 15 years ago, in a small town away from the city center in the Lion City. , including Brahmanism, Buddhism, and voodoo all flocked into the town like crazy.

At that time, the organization temporarily formed two special attack teams, a total of 19 people, all of whom died in the strange town without exception. "

Cen Jin: "And then?"

Ding Yiqing: "There is no more. According to some sporadic audios, it is roughly inferred that the two special attack teams encountered a strange and cult joint siege, and finally decided to cooperate with Buddhist monks, use spells to send out more than half of the ordinary people, and then disappeared with the strange town. "

After a pause, he added: "But now I know where the ghost town has been sent."

Cen Jin: "Where?"

Ding Yiqing: "Kusinara."

The place where Sakyamuni passed away?

Ding Yiqing grabbed Cen Jin's wrist and walked towards the black-red vortex, saying as he walked, "Look for the longevity serum."

Cen Jin tried his best to break free: "Thank you for the invitation, I am not interested in longevity."

Ding Yiqing: "Getting the longevity serum does not mean longevity, you can exchange it for other things." He looked back at Cen Jin, with a crazy undercurrent in his eyes: "Exchange goods, exchange equivalents for equivalent requirements, you need it."

Ding Yiqing raised his hand to fiddle with Cen Jinji's yellow hair, and said in a gentle and calm tone, "The hair is a bit long."

Cen Jin turned his head aside and looked at Ding Yiqing warily: "I have to go?"

Ding Yiqing: "Yes."

Cen Jin: "Not here yet?"

Ding Yiqing: "Here we are. You won't scold me?"

Cen Jin: "Are you sick?"

Ding Yiqing laughed when he heard that, Cen Jin frowned.

The next moment, he was standing in a green field, wearing a white shirt and washed white jeans, with a lesson plan in his hand, and after looking casually, he found that he was still an art teacher.

Behind the green ground is a church, in front of it is the road, and on the opposite side is a two-meter-high red wall, and there is a small door not far away, allowing free entry and exit.A little further away was a vast green field, and there were lively voices, and Cen Jin guessed that they were contacting each other to throw javelins.

He looked down at the green field, gently pushed the lawn aside with his toes, and saw a thick layer of white lime fragments at the root of the grass, and his heart couldn't help but wonder, why did the made-up stories appear in the strange town? !

Cen Jin suddenly thought of something, and ran forward suddenly. Just as his front foot ran out of the green grass, a javelin was definitely stuck in the grass with his back foot, and the tail of the gun was still shaking, making a buzzing sound.

He subconsciously looked at the grass. There was no volleyball, and there were no students coming out of the small gate behind, but there were a few students on the opposite side lying on the school wall to watch, pointing here, laughing and biting each other's ears.

Although they couldn't hear their conversation clearly, Cen Jin felt displeased.

At this time, a student ran over from the green field on the other side, pulled out his javelin, and said regretfully, "Why didn't I hit anyone this time?"

Cen Jin had goose bumps all over his body, his anger couldn't stop rising, and he stared at the student coldly.

When the student saw Cen Jin, he greeted him nonchalantly: "Mr. Huang, good afternoon, are you coming to this dilapidated church again?" He ran over and whispered in Cen Jin's ear, "Hehe, the pastor inside is crazy and murderous. Be careful not to be caught, teacher."

Cen Jin leaned back in disgust, felt the back of his hand being gently hooked two or three times with his fingers, and looked at the high school student in surprise.

"Ms. Huang, I recently found an old hall with a unique style. When I passed by, I saw an ukiyo-e hanging in the lobby. Do you want to see it?" The student seemed to have sugar soaked in oil in his throat, and continued to output: "No one lives in that house."

Cen Jin lowered his eyes and clenched his fists, feeling an uneasy impulse.

He thought indifferently, since the name is 'Sly Town' anyway, he might as well slaughter it on the spot.

This idiot has no right to stay in Kusinara.

Just when he couldn't control his violent emotions, there was a 'squeak', the church door opened, and a cough accompanied by a weak voice that was deliberately lowered: "Don't swear at my door."

Cen Jin's heart moved, and he cast his eyes quickly and fiercely on a figure in a pastor's robe in the shadow of the back door of the church. Is this the pastor?

He felt a little strange. In the story meeting, the identity card he got was the pastor's lover, the kind who had an affair, and in the story he made up, the pastor was obviously a pervert with abnormal psychology and thinking.

It seems that the force value is also high?

trouble.

The student who had teased the yellow-haired man just now quickly showed weakness, raised his hands stiffly and apologized, "Sorry, I, I didn't do it on purpose, I'm sorry!" After saying that, he grabbed the javelin and ran fast.

Priest: "Still out?"

The artillery fire was directed at Huangmao.

Cen Jin squinted his eyes, brushed away the yellow hair that was covering his eyes, thinking that his hair was indeed a little long.

The pastor snorted coldly and closed the door.

The moment the door was about to close, Cen Jin asked calmly, "Ding Yiqing, is that you?"

The movement of closing the door stopped abruptly, leaving a crack, and a familiar gentle snort came out: "Mr. Huang, the market is going well."

The yellow hair lowered his face visibly to the naked eye, like a walking refrigerator in the high temperature of the dog days.

Ding Yiqing didn't understand restraint, and continued to smile through the crack of the door: "Mr. Huang, do you know what it means to be close to the top? The words I learned recently mean lover, lover. Teacher Huang, do you want to come to the church to have a look?" Do you wonder who the pastor's lover is?"

Huang Mao was as calm as if he was in an air-conditioned room, and he was as calm as a thousand-mile wind blowing mountains.

"Oh, I forgot." Ding Yiqing said lightly, "It's you."

Huangmao: I'm a bitch.

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The author has something to say:

The mysterious priest in the story is about to appear——

Qingqing (facial paralysis): It’s done.