Grim Reaper Red Packet

Chapter 33
hum!
The phone was lying on the yellow sand not far away, vibrating non-stop.

Wei Wuji touched it in his hand and took a look. It seems that the phone has been modified by the God of Death, and it can be intact even if it is shocked by lightning.

The call was from Zhou Xingcheng.

Leaving aside a little bit of personal affection, if the lead male lead had another accident, Zhou Xingcheng would really have to wash his hands and retire to the world.

"Master Xing, I'll be right back, I'm sorry to make you worry."

Hearing Zhou Xingcheng's roar on the phone and the cheers of the whole crew, Wei Wuji was inexplicably moved, and the corners of his eyes were a little moist.

Hang up the phone, click on the treasure chest, put the "Death Cultivation Book" and the lightning beast's skull into the treasure chest, and then stride back to Yangguan City.

Why do you feel like you forgot something?

This time he narrowly escaped death and activated the three drops of Thunder Tribulation Liquid in his body, he was in a state of excitement, the things he can forget at this time must be small things.

"I have to peel off his skin!"

Thinking of the night when Wei Wuji ran into the desert privately, Zhou Xingcheng was so angry that he didn't make a fuss. This simply didn't take the actor's contract seriously, let alone Zhou Xingcheng.

"Look, it's Wuji!"

"I'll go, can you recognize that is Wuji?"

There were two people with better eyesight in the crew, and they were the first to spot Wei Wuji who was walking towards this side.

The person before was just guessing that the person walking out of the desert at this time must be Wei Wuji.

The person behind corrected him immediately, because the person who walked out was so dark that he couldn't recognize who it was at all.

All the off-road vehicles had their high beams turned on, and when Wei Wuji walked into the light range, everyone was stunned.

"Wuji, you are..."

Zhou Xingcheng's well-thought-out insults dissipated in an instant, and he asked in surprise, "Did you go to the desert to take an ink bath?"

Wei Wuji approached with big strides, and said with a chuckle, "I was going to relax with my friends, but I didn't expect to be struck by lightning..."

Before he finished speaking, the female compatriots in the crew covered their eyes and turned around, screaming.

What a ghost, even if it is stained with ink, this young master is still Lord Xinling!

Shi She stared wide-eyed and said, "Have you put on your clothes yet?"

I rely on!

Reminded by these words, Wei Wuji immediately remembered what he forgot.

His clothes were turned into ashes, and now he is completely naked.

Although the whole body is black, some important parts are still clearly identifiable.

Too shameful!

Wei Wuji was still a baby after all, he hurriedly squatted down sideways in embarrassment, calling for clothes, which made the men laugh out loud.

After returning to the hotel and taking a shower, Wei Wuji looked at himself in the mirror, very depressed, extremely depressed.

No hair left on the whole body.

The hair below the skull doesn't matter.

Baldness is also acceptable.

But what the hell is no eyebrows?

The more I look at myself in the mirror, the more I feel like a ghost. To be precise, it is uglier than a ghost.

But there is one thing that makes him very satisfied. After washing off the scorched black sticky substance like ink, the skin around his body becomes tender and white, as if he had been cut and washed.

After mourning for herself, Gu Ying lay down on the bed, planning to seek help from the God of Death red envelope group, the hair must grow back as soon as possible.

Turn on the phone, but saw a message from Death.

Grim Reaper: Congratulations on passing the level and becoming the tenth candidate for the Grim Reaper cultivation plan. Only by becoming stronger can you survive. Please keep working hard.

Reaper cultivation plan?

What the hell is this god of death doing?

Since he is the tenth, that is to say, there are nine people ahead of him.

When this group was first created, he was invited by the god of death and joined first. Those nine people should not be in this group.

From this point of view, Reaper has created a separate group for each candidate.

Although the treatment was good, it made Wei Wuji feel creepy.

Only by becoming stronger can we live.

Death's words are very straightforward, and the implication is that if you are too weak, you will die.

For a moment, Wei Wuji was in no mood to care about hair and eyebrows anymore, and immediately extracted the "Death Cultivation Collection", eager to know the ultimate purpose of the Death Cultivation Plan.

The pages are like ink, and the handwriting is like blood.

A line of words on the title page made Wei Wuji break out in a cold sweat.

"Wei Wuji, the tenth candidate, is in a life-and-death battle with the ninth candidate. There are still 100 days left in the countdown!"

Life and death battle?
Is it like the Lightning Beast said, only one of the two can live?

But I don't know who the ninth candidate is!
But one thing is certain, the ninth candidate started earlier than him, got more resources than him, and should be better than him.

This is not fair at all!
Unfortunately, there is no reason to go.

Turning to the next page, he began to talk about how to grow into a qualified god of death.

The god of death wants to train the god of death?
Wei Wuji shook his head and smiled wryly. It seemed that Reaper felt lonely, and planned to train more assistants, but he didn't know what Reaper had taken a fancy to in him, so he chose him as the tenth candidate, and he didn't know if there would be No. 11 bit.

The first step in the cultivation of the god of death: condense the heart of death.

The god of death must have a dead heart that contains a strong dead spirit.

Killing people to seize lifespan is the way to condense the will to give up.

Here, the God of Reaper also wrote a note "intimately": For those who are killed with the God of Reaper Card, the remaining lifespan will be stored on the card, which can be withdrawn and used at will.

The God of Death has long reminded that the game has already started and he is not allowed to quit, so now he has no choice but to work hard to become stronger.

I extracted the Reaper's Coming card from the treasure chest, and looked at it with my predictive eyes. There was indeed a 50-year lifespan on the card. It turned out that Sun Yaohua still had 50 years to live, which is really sad!
The greatest magical function of the god of death's predictive eye is not to predict things that have not yet happened, but to extract life essence and condense death.

It's a pity that he didn't know it at the time, otherwise he could have extracted at least 50 years of life essence from Nanfeng.

Fortunately, it only takes ten years of lifespan to refine the determination to give up.

Wei Wuji's thoughts were united, and with a blink of his eyes, he took out the 50 years of life on the card.

The Shouyuan shone with golden light and was as big as a soybean.

Wei Wuji slapped the 50-year life essence between his eyebrows suddenly.

Shou Yuan leaped into the sea of ​​consciousness, and immediately set off a huge wave in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The blue electric light wandered around Wei Wuji's body, and the lights in the room also turned on and off from time to time.

Gloomy!

Knowing the sea and sky, lightning flashes and thunder rumbles.

With the refining of the desire to give up, the entire blue ocean turned into light black.

Although the dead air is very thin, it also gives people a sense of desolation.

As long as you have the predictive eye of the god of death and ten years of lifespan, it is easy to refine the heart of death, but the difficulty lies in refining the heart of death. To make the heart of death stronger, you need other people's life energy, the more the better.

Uh, what about giving up?
Wei Wuji opened his eyes and breathed a long sigh of relief, but he didn't find death in the sea of ​​consciousness, but he felt that death was floating in the sea of ​​consciousness.

After searching for a long time with his spiritual sense, Wei Wuji finally found the heart of death on the colorful stone.

After ten years of life, the heart of death was cultivated, and after 40 years of life, the heart of death was only as big as a lice.

Cheating!
Although Yixin was small, he frightened the figure on the colorful stone, jumping up and down, with nowhere to hide.

Wei Wuji jumped out of bed, stretched out his hand to the bonsai, with a movement of consciousness, the plants in the bonsai immediately withered.

With a willingness to give up, one can take away the lifespan of others.

(End of this chapter)