The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

"trade?"

"That's right," Lingmeng crossed her hands in front of her chest, and said slowly, "That strange summoning magic you used summoned Takeya from there, right?"

"Uh, that's right..."

Speaking of this, Shenzi had a rare embarrassment expression on his face, she can't be blamed, after all, it can be called a new black history for admitting the wrong person and still not listening to persuasion.

If Huo Qing'e hadn't explained it clearly to her, I'm afraid there would be a bigger joke.

"Saint, my request here is very clear, that is, I want you to use that magic again and find a way to send Wu Ye back."

"Reverse summoning? I've never heard of such a method of use..."

"Then you know now, so what's the answer?"

"...Give it a try," Shenzi seemed to have made up his mind: "Then, in exchange—"

"I know, let's set off immediately," Lingmeng glanced at her and asked, "Where did that friend you mentioned disappear?"

"That..." Shenzi said in a dignified tone, "It's the other shore."

Chapter 39 On the fastest way for death to return to the city

The job of the god of death is to extradite the dead. In a sense, this is the same as helping the old lady cross the road. No matter whether the other party is willing to cross the river or not, they will send their souls to the other side of the river.

The dead are all quiet. Of course, it is not uncommon to encounter some lively exceptions occasionally.

Komachi's biggest wish is to spend her days leisurely, and finally her sleep will usher in a peaceful end, although she herself is not sure whether the god of death will die or not.

So fishing at work has almost become Komachi's basic skill, and it's still the kind of passive release.

It's just that it's one thing to be lazy, but it's another thing to be negligent.

Seeing the undead sneaking back into the world of the living in front of him, even Komachi couldn't turn a blind eye to it.

So she made a decisive move.

Then of course he was beaten.

Boom———!

Thunderbolts as thick as bowls fell on the ground like rain. The sky was clear just now, but now there was a sudden roar of thunder, and all the purple cherry blossoms in the Misfortune Tomb were covered with scorched black shells.

"Hey hey hey! Is it too much? You are obviously an undead saying, you are too strong!"

It is undoubtedly an extremely embarrassing thing for a god of death to run away in front of the undead, but Komachi has no time to think about the issue of dignity.

After all, you have to be alive first, and then you have free time to think about what you have and what you don't.

"Shut up Reaper, just showing up here means that you are also the lackey of that King of Hades, right? Then don't say too much, obediently let me chop off your head!"

The green-haired undead's body was full of thunder and restlessness, and the dancing lightning from time to time was like a poisonous snake, taking advantage of Komachi's negligence, he would wait for an opportunity to come up and bite him.

The original clean skirt on Komachi's body had several appalling small holes, and a small circle of scorched traces around her was shocking.

"You, shouldn't you be from Baiyulou?"

Komachi, who was once again being chased by the frenzied thunder and lightning, finally realized that something was wrong. The undead behind him were not so much lively as they were not ordinary undead at all.

As far as she knows, although most of the undead are ordinary dead, there are also extraordinary existences, such as the owner of the Baiyu Tower and the princess of the underworld.

Being able to remain in the world of the living as an undead is itself a very telling question.

It's a pity that when the dull Komachi realized this, it seemed that things had developed to an extremely bad point.

For some reason, this undead hated her as the god of death. Even when she just revealed her identity, the other party was directly struck by a bolt of lightning.

Without any hesitation, he was decisively scary.

"Hey! What are you talking about! Where did I offend you?"

Komachi, who was desperately running away, still didn't forget to turn around and complain: "If it's because I treat you as an ordinary spirit, I've already apologized."

But the other party ignored her at all, and when he raised his hand, another overbearing thunder fell: "Be obedient and die, you minion of Hades!"

"You guy... don't you want to attack Lord Siji?"

Finally realizing that something was wrong in the other party's words, Komachi ignored the thunder and lightning that was about to fall on his head, and asked loudly, "Answer me! What is your plan for coming to the other side!"

It is true that Komachi is afraid of death, but it also depends on the severity.

If the other party came to find her or someone else to seek revenge, and if he targeted her by the way, then she would definitely turn around and run away without saying a word.

But if the other party came for Shiji Yingji, the presiding judge of hell, even if there was only the slightest possibility, then even if Komachi was struck into ashes by lightning, he had to ask clearly.

"It's useless to talk too much. Since you have already made a move, this is a clear declaration of war. My name is Su Wo, and this body is the subordinate of the prince. Die! Reaper!"

The green-haired undead announced his name dignifiedly, followed by a more violent attack.

"It's so dangerous...!"

Komachi is another donkey rolling to avoid the speeding thunder. As a ferryman, Komachi's combat effectiveness is actually not weak, but he has to be compared with someone.

The god of death is the most numerous in hell and the other side, and it is also used as the basic staffing. It may not be a problem to deal with ordinary monsters, but such a powerful existence like the undead in front of them is beyond the range they can deal with.

Although Komachi can be regarded as an outstanding person among the many gods of death, after all, being able to follow the Supreme Judge Shiki Eihime shows her strength.

But even so, she is nothing but a god of death.