Distress: Nilong Changming Knife is Invisible

Chapter 1342 1341. Horn of Hope
"I'm sick!"

Yanwangsuo, a new elite street stalker in the bitter world, made such complaints for the umpteenth time.

The contract he signed with Dao Wuxing restricted his movements in every way. When he saw weak creatures, he could not play with them at will, which made him even more unsatisfied.

He really wanted to find the Horn of Hope, hoping to use the power of Death to eliminate the contract.

But there is still no clue about the Horn of Hope. Besides, there is no need to worry about Luohou's Ring and the Unbreakable Flower. The popularity of the Three Treasures of the God of Death is getting lower and lower, and fewer and fewer martial artists are looking for the Horn of Hope.

No wonder Yanwangsuo became more and more irritated.

That was the time when Yanwangsuo was about to give up hope, abandon himself to despair, and do whatever he wanted.

He suddenly felt a strong breath of death power erupting from the southwest!
Finally showing up?!
Yanwangsuo suddenly became energized, his figure flashed, and he ran towards the southwest at full speed.

He ran over a hundred miles in one breath, but found that the breath of the power of death dozens of miles away had disappeared. He couldn't help but feel anxious and wished he could grow two more legs so that he could run desperately.

But suddenly.

Uh...

An inexplicable horn sound seemed to penetrate the space and reach Yanwangsuo's ears, which greatly boosted his spirits!
The power of death!

Horn of hope!

Yanwangsuo ran as fast as he could, almost sticking out his tongue with his mouth open, and finally arrived at the place where the power of death appeared, in a cave on the cliff.

Yan Wangsuo didn't have time to think, he turned into a black light and flew away, but just rushed to the cave entrance!
boom!
He was covered in blood, minced meat and bone fragments that burst out from inside!
This extremely violent impact, every drop of blood, every piece of meat and bone, has the strength of an ultimate move by a top-notch master. If Yanwangsuo didn't have an ethereal body, he would have been seriously injured!

"what's the situation?!"

Yanwangsuo retreated more than ten feet, picked up the scythe of death and was on full alert, but he saw that the cave had returned to peace and there was no life.

It really is a ghost... The King of Hell locked up a demon and cursed in his heart, but he still couldn't resist his curiosity and entered the cave carefully.

There were corpses all over the cave, and the walls of the mountain were all pitted and pockmarked by blood.

There was only a small area that was not stained by blood, and there, there lay an extremely unique horn.

What's going on? !

Yanwangsuo was still confused and had no idea what was going on.

But there was still a trace of the power of death on the horn that had not dissipated, which could not deceive Yanwangsuo. He waved his hand and let the horn of hope fly over. The moment he held it in his hand, he was excited.

Then, he hesitated.

In such a strange scene, do I really want to use the Horn of Hope?

But, can I really not use it?
Being bound by a contract is simply worse than death. Instead of living this kind of life all day long, I might as well take a gamble.

Yan Wangsuo's mind raced and his expression changed several times. Finally, he made up his mind, took a deep breath, and blew the horn of hope.

Uh...

When the horn sounded, Yanwangsuo was suddenly surrounded by a fog. Soon the fog dissipated and Yanwangsuo disappeared.

He had come to the only drifting boat of bones in the endless river of blood. At the bow was a hunchbacked ferryman.

"Hey, where are you taking me?!"

Yanwangsuo held a scythe in his hand, looking alert, but seeing that the ferryman had no reaction, after a moment, he said in a low voice, "The Hall of Death." Huh?
When Yanwangsuo heard this, he immediately remembered the palace that the Heavenly Being had built for the God of Death in the Land of the Dead, and thought, should I go there?
However, when he asked again, the ferryman didn't say a word more.

He had no choice but to wait patiently, with no intention of forcing anyone. What if the ferryman gave up on this vast sea of ​​blood?
Yanwangsuo sensed an extremely long wait, and finally, in a trance, he saw an island. On the island was a magnificent castle, which shocked him.

This is not the land of the dead. The god of death still has too many secrets.

While Yanwangsuo was thinking quickly, the bone boat had already docked, and Yanwangsuo inexplicably appeared on the shore. Then he took a step forward subconsciously and came to a magnificent hall. He saw a huge bone throne in front of him.

And on the throne sat the very familiar figure of Yanwangsuo, the God of the Dead.

At once, countless emotions surged into his mind, and Yan Wangsuo couldn't help but shout, "Death, you are not dead after all!"

The God of Death sat on the throne, gently moved the chess pieces on the chessboard in front of him, and said calmly, "The God of Death is dead, and I am just a little afterimage he left behind."

really?
Yanwangsuo thought of the cunningness of the god of death and still did not believe that the god of death was dead.

But he believed that the God of Death before him was indeed just a bit of his divine thought, which the God of Death had left in the Horn of Hope to manage its operation.

"So, what does the Horn of Hope do, and what can you do?"

"I can make your wish come true, as long as you are willing to pay the price."

"Any wish..."

Before Yanwangsuo finished speaking, a flash of inspiration came to his mind and his voice stopped abruptly.

Pay the price!

The strange scene in the cave was the price paid by the last person who used the Horn of Hope!
He must have grabbed the Horn of Hope, but was unable to evacuate safely. He could only blow the horn and make a deal with the afterimage of Death, paying such a price in exchange for the destruction of his enemies!
Oh, God of Death, you are still as evil as ever!

Yanwangsuo thought back to the past and secretly spat. What horn of hope, what fulfillment of wishes? This was simply a game played by the god of death to tease others!

"Death, what if I don't want to pay the price and don't want to trade with you?"

"There is no coercion in the Temple of Doom, but can you really let go of the desires in your heart?"

Haha... Yanwangsuo sneered secretly, thinking to himself, of course I can't let it go, but I dare not jump into the pit you dug!

"There's no compulsion, so I'll just leave?"

The Grim Reaper did not respond to Yanwangsuo's question, and when Yanwangsuo was about to ask again, the scene suddenly changed. He had returned to the bone boat, and the bone boat was moving away from the island.

Oh, when did the god of death become so easy to talk to... Yanwangsuo was puzzled, and then he thought, how could there be anything easy to talk to? Who among those who have obtained the Horn of Hope does not have desires and demands? It's just that he knew how terrible the god of death is, and someone else had testified against him, so he was able to control himself.

However, if the Horn of Hope cannot be used, how can the contract be broken?
Or find someone to blow the horn for you and pay the price?
Forget it, there are no such fools in the world. Forcing others is an evil act.

While Yanwangsuo was thinking, he had already returned to the cave. When he came to his senses, he looked at the Horn of Hope in his hand and suddenly felt that this thing was completely useless.

Well, this thing is just useless to me, but others don’t know that.

Yanwangsuo suddenly thought that Dao Wuxing should be very interested in the Horn of Hope. Perhaps he could use the Horn of Hope to reach a deal with Dao Wuxing and let Dao Wuxing cancel the contract for him.

“Is this the Horn of Hope?”

But just when Yanwangsuo made up his mind, a voice suddenly rang out.

(End of this chapter)