Fantasy: God-level Store Manager

Winter snow is flying.

Accompanied by the howling cold wind, snow flakes outlined a large curtain under the dim night sky.

The whole world seemed to melt away in the dense night and the boundless snow curtain, chaotic and unreal.

Xuan Que stopped in mid-air, looking at the space ahead suspiciously.

The space is full of ripples like water, although beautiful, it contains devastating energy.

All the nearby snowflakes disappeared strangely, and a weird vacuum area appeared abruptly in the air.

The fluctuations became stronger and stronger, the space seemed unbearable, and finally crashed.

A black shadow fell from the shattered space, directly to the ground, and finally barely stopped the figure when it was tens of meters from the ground.

"Damn it, how come you encounter space turbulence... The strength of the Venerable Peak is really terrifying..."

The black shadow's mental state seemed to be unstable, and while muttering to himself, he swayed to raise his figure.

There was a black liquid dripping from his body. It seemed to be his blood. When it touched the ground, it burst out with "chicks", which seemed to be extremely corrosive.

The black robe on Heiying's body was already in a broken state, and the body underneath could be vaguely seen.

The weird scaly cuticles, the weird limbs proliferating, and semi-liquid soft matter seems to be flowing slowly...

It's like a scene that only appears in nightmares.

When the black shadow first appeared, the black bird instinctively felt a dangerous aura.

Without hesitation, he decisively fled in the direction where he came.

The speed exploded in an instant, leaving extremely eye-catching traces in the space where he passed.

"What the **** is this place now? I don't know what happened to the two of them, hehe, I'm not much better than me..."

"It's really miserable. If I still feel pain now, I'm afraid I would have passed out long ago. This body is much stronger than before..."

"Forget it, find some energy to recover first..."

The black shadow said to himself, it seemed that the spatial turbulence that he had experienced had a great impact on him.

The movement caused by the departure of the black bird naturally attracted the attention of the black shadow.

"Aha, I seem to have good luck."

After making a weird laugh, the black shadow flew in the direction where the black bird had left.

The trajectory of the flight was swaying from side to side at the beginning, but soon he took control of himself, and the speed became faster and faster, and soon disappeared into the sky.

...

The twilight was deep, and the radiant snow fell from the dim sky, and the white snow covered all the eyes.

Occasionally, the winter wind blows by, and the snow on the building will fall with it, casting a large curtain on the wide street.

The street lamps on both sides of the street exudes not very bright light in this cold snowy night. The light cannot penetrate the dense snow curtain at all, only the faint pale light and shadow can be seen.

There are no pedestrians on the street, and the lights of the surrounding buildings have long been extinguished. It seems that the residents inside have chosen to rest early.

Looking into the distance, the buildings in the distance are fascinating, almost blending with the dark night, and the sound of wind and snow seems to be the only sound of the world.

Time passed quietly, and the flustered footsteps broke the tranquility of Xueye.

Someone ran over from the end of the street.

Jiang Wanshang looked flustered and looked back from time to time, as if worried about whether anyone was following.

After arriving at the corner, he slowly stopped and took out the black cover notebook from his backpack.

I opened the notebook, and I could see the information written on it by the light of the street lamp, which seemed to be several names.

Jiang Wanshang thought about what had happened just now, feeling a bit dry in his throat.

The person whose name is written in the notebook will die. She has verified the authenticity of this sentence.

"You seem to like this notebook very much."

The crisp and melodious words sounded from the sky, which seemed quite abrupt in this environment.

Jiang Wanchang's body seemed to be stiff for a moment, she slowly raised her head and looked in the direction of the sound.

Under the dense ink-like night sky, a black figure stood above the street lamp, almost blending with the night.

Coupled with such dense snowflakes, it is difficult to detect the presence of the figure.

With wide wings spread out behind the figure, Jiang Wanshang's horrified eyes rose in the air, hovering in the air for a few times and then slowly stopped in front of her.

He has a hideous face, his neck is covered with black feathers, his body is dressed like some kind of unknown animal leather, and the wings behind him flap slightly.

After standing on the ground, she shook her neck, her wings shrank and disappeared.

Jiang Wanchang opened his eyes wide, looking at the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him with a shocked look, and stepped back subconsciously.

"What's the matter? Are you scared?" The figure seemed to laugh, "Still can't believe the facts before you?"

Jiang Wanchang took a deep breath and quickly recovered her composure, and a clear smile appeared on her face: "Is it the turn of Death now?"

In the world view depicted in the movie, the image of the **** of death exists in the legend.

The **** of death in front of him let out bursts of laughter, stretched out his hand with sharp nails, and pointed to the notebook in Jiang Wanshang's hand: "I am the owner of that notebook."

Jiang Wanshang followed her gaze and looked at the notebook in her hand, and then at the **** of death: "Are you here to take this notebook?"

After experiencing the previous events, she has clearly understood the horror of this notebook, and possessing it is equivalent to controlling the authority of the gods.

"When you picked it up, it was already yours." The **** of death leaned forward slightly and stared closely at Jiang Wanshang's eyes.

In this situation, Jiang Wanshang has calmed down after a brief shock, maintaining a clear mind, and analyzing the current situation in his heart.

"So do you want me to use my life as the price?" Jiang Wanshang asked again.

The **** of death seemed to have heard some joke, and let out a harsh laugh: "Don't worry, just give it to others if you don't want it, and all memories related to this note will disappear."

"Really don't have to pay the price?" Jiang Wanshang confirmed this matter again.

"If you really want to say that there is a price, it is the distress and fear that only users can feel." Death touched his chin, and looked up and down Jiang Wanshang, "But it seems to have no effect on you. "

When ordinary people see the legendary **** of death appear in front of them, they will not accept this magical reality so quickly, and they can calmly ask the **** of death various questions.

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