I created the monster sequence!

The next day, early morning.

Meng Qing knelt at home and held three sticks of incense. He first kowtowed three times and bowed nine times to a piece of white paper. After placing the incense, he clasped his hands and recited silently:

"Brother author, if you have a soul in heaven, please bless me to live for a few more chapters!"

Meng Qing kowtowed a few more times as he spoke. His parents looked puzzled at his appearance.

"Son, who do you worship?"

Meng Qing clasped his hands and said nothing.

At this moment, his mother came over and looked at the white paper on the altar, "Death, author, what is this mess?"

Meng Qing looked at the ceiling, "Hey... I wonder how many chapters I can survive?"

After hearing this, the mother touched Meng Qing's head and said, "Is Meng Qing sick? Why is he talking nonsense? Lao Meng, can you take him to the hospital for a checkup?"

His father looked at him doubtfully, "I don't think he's sick, but like he's possessed by an evil spirit."

The corner of Meng Qing's mouth twitched, and his father laughed when he saw this, "Okay, I think he just didn't sleep well these days before the exam."

"Son, daddy will drive you around Shanghai?"

seaside?

"No need!"

You really think I have a long life.

Meng Qing sighed, Neptune failed to win North America in one fell swoop this time, and next time it fails, it will start from Europe or Asia.

Thinking about it, Meng Qing went back to the room alone and locked the door at the same time.

Last night, he had a dream.

It seemed that he saw many words in the dark, and those words were all said to him.

It was as if someone heard what he said and was helping him.

Some of them asked him to try his luck to find the God of Death, some asked him to pick up rags, and some asked him to eat and wait to die.

Meng Qing adopted some of these opinions, set up a tribute platform early in the morning, and first burned some high-quality incense to the author and the boss of Death.

But it doesn't seem to be of any use.

Although Qin Leng, the boss of the nine-tailed fox, summoned the God of Death through prayer.

But it was the God of Death who found Qin Leng first, not Qin Lengkong who shouted out.

Meng Qing rubbed his brows, "As for picking up rags, where can I pick them up? How do I know where the boss of Death threw those unwanted fragments?"

Before Meng Qing traveled through time, the novel had only been updated to chapter 113.

And the last sentence he saw was that the angel was going to sleep.

"The key point is that I have no identity at all. I am not related to those monsters at all, and I am not related to a few children of fate. I am just cannon fodder on the roadside."

"If I had been tougher, I might have been selected by 079."

"But there are so many people selected by 079, and it doesn't matter how strong they are. Those strong people are all monster dependents, so they are strong themselves!"

Of course, there is another way...

Meng Qing also heard it in his dream. Someone said to go find the 022 demon, Qin Leng, the boss of the nine-tailed fox.

No matter what Qin Leng does, at least he is on the side of mankind!

But with what excuse?

"If I don't do a good job and my secret is leaked, not to mention whether Qin Leng will lock me up as a containment object, the boss of Death will probably put me headfirst into a pot!"

Thinking about it, Meng Qing sighed.

"Hey... I didn't expect that this family also has the surname Meng. What a coincidence."

Meng Qing took out the original owner's diary and flipped through it, but as he looked at it, he frowned.

"200 grams of gold, the total price is 97,560 yuan. I have no choice but to take out the money in my original account. There is not much left?"

Meng Qing continued to look down.

"Damn it, the Lord God has obviously formatted my account, but it doesn't count as my first free account. Why?"

Meng Qing stood up with a bang after seeing this sentence!

Damn it!

Damn it!

Damn it!

Meng Qing looked at his right hand stiffly!

Not long after, a red inverted triangle circle pattern suddenly flashed on his right hand!

Seeing this, Meng Qing's pupils suddenly dilated, "My body... doesn't seem to have no identity..."

Meng Qing picked up the diary tremblingly and continued to read it backwards.

He flipped through several pages in a row, and the more he read, the more frightened he became!

There can be no mistake, it can only be that person!

Who dares to challenge Chu Yang, the God of Death!

"If I remember correctly, Chu Yang's soul was sent to a new body after he was killed by the God of Death, and he has not appeared since... As for the name of his new body, it was not mentioned in the text..."

Meng Qing's breathing gradually began to become rapid as he thought about it, "The reborn me is Chu Yang?"

"Is this good news or bad news?"

"If the boss of Death has a grudge, he will suddenly think of me one day and put me headfirst into the pot!"

"No, no, no, the Death God boss is a happy person. If he wanted to kill Chu Yang, he would have been killed long ago. Why is he still here until now?"

"The problem is, Chu Yang's identity may have negative buffs!"

Recalling that when Chu Yang opened the box before, he always found garbage. This shows that 079 may be targeting Chu Yang.

Of course, it is also possible that Chu Yang's face is really too dark.

"Looking at the bright side, only the Death God boss knows about Chu Yang's reincarnation, so the monsters he offended have nothing to do with me."

And Chu Yang's identity is not completely without disadvantages.

At least Meng Qing brought his own tickets to the 079 game, and even said he could inherit Chu Yang’s original index!

"As long as I collect 50,000 index points, I can buy the qualification to meet the boss of Death and join the glorious evolution..."

"But the premise is that I have to live until that time. That 50,000 index will definitely not be saved overnight."

Thinking of this, Meng Qing's eyes suddenly became firm.

As long as he can survive now, even if he can only get a minimum living allowance from 079 each time, he can always save up to 50,000 yuan.

This is not a problem.

"The problem is, tickets cost 200 grams of gold, where can I get the money?"

"And where can I stay safe?"

"Snake's Hand, sooner or later the pill."

"Free to the fox, frontline cannon fodder."

"The Blood Tribe and True Ancestor 008 have been captured."

"The Fishman Army, then just join the current main line war. It's too dangerous, no way."

"The Church of Light where the angel is... I'm thankful that I didn't let the angel kill me."

"Global Occult Coalition GOC, let's just change its name to Blood Tribe Second Division."

"The Chaos Insurgency...are now merged with the Nine-Tailed Fox."

At present, the seven extraordinary forces on the surface are all here, but Meng Qing feels that none of them are reliable.

But in the final analysis, Chu Yang’s identity is not tough!

If Meng Qing traveled through time and became Li Heng, he would have a blood clan on his left and a sea clan on his right. He would hold the 079 game ticket in his hand, and he would be a destined serial monster in the future. It would be a ridiculous start!

Meng Qing fell backwards and lay down on the bed.

"If it were someone else who traveled through time, by this time they would have been thinking about how to punch Neptune, step on an angel, and have 001 on their left hand and 007 on their right hand..."

"But I can't. I'm so self-aware."

"How about going out and trying your luck?"

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