Blood splatters.

"Ah...a long-lost feeling."

Wu Xiaode whispered and slowly sat down on the stone platform.

Waited for a while.

The feeling of dying comes.

He suddenly activated his name "Tianzhi Minggui", and then jumped into the crack in hell——

All of a sudden.

Lines of small words in ice crystals appeared:

"You have become a death-type being: Minggui."

"The current world contains a fusion of various death realms, so you will be randomly teleported to a hell rift."

"You have blessed yourself with 3 points of luck."

The whole world quietly disappeared.

wind.

The wind of hell blows on my body, exuding a deathly atmosphere that is familiar and nostalgic.

The world of multiple deaths constantly appeared in front of Wu Xiaode's eyes.

finally.

A world gradually solidifies.

——It was a hell crack filled with lava. Next to the lava lake stood an ancient castle, and next to it was a huge skeleton.

winter.

Wu Xiaode fell down and stood in the open space in front of the castle.

As soon as he stood firm, an old man wearing a white wig appeared opposite him.

"Minggui, what are you doing now that the war is going on?"

the old man asked gently.

Wu Xiaode yawned, moved his neck, waist and legs, and said:

"I'm being hunted."

"Oh? This is none of our business." The old man said.

"But the person who is chasing me is a living person. Do you want his soul?"

"A living person?" The old man's eyes flashed.

"Yes, a powerful living person, an extremely delicious soul, and an extremely rare skin. Let me see - he will be here in about 57 minutes. Are you willing to help?"
Chapter completed!