As the two of them kept leaning towards the city center, the figures around them became more and more rare. Instead, they were guards in tactical uniforms, which was quite a bit like a military base in their previous lives.

In the original owner's impression, this place has always been a forbidden area. Ordinary people are not qualified to enter here at all. Unexpectedly, they came in today.

"This is your base camp?"

At this moment, a semicircular arc building suddenly appeared in front of the two people, and there were guards around them, and there were watchtowers everywhere, which were obviously extremely vigilant.

"To be honest, I don't like this kind of building very much. Unfortunately, I didn't join the Black Prison Guardian when it was built." Death said after looking at the building in front of him, shook his head, his tone full of disgust.

Every time he saw this building, he felt like a huge egg was buried in the soil.

"Mr. Death, this one is"

When the two walked to the periphery of the guard circle, two guards immediately stopped them and interrogated them.

They naturally knew the appearance of the God of Death, but Zhang Fan and the others had never seen him before.

"This is my friend. I'll invite him to visit here today!" said the god of death.

"I'm afraid this won't work. You also know that the regulations will not allow people outside the organization to enter. Please don't make me embarrassed."

Obviously, the words of the God of Death are not very good.

"I'll say it again, get out of the way!" At this moment, the momentum of the God of Death suddenly changed, and the air around seemed to have dropped a few degrees.

It seems that this black prison is not a solid piece of paper.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Fan's evaluation of Black Prison suddenly dropped to a higher level.

After the god of death unfolded his own momentum, the two guards' foreheads were filled with cold sweat, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble.

"Let's go!"

Seeing the two of them trembling constantly, the God of Death turned to look at Zhang Fan and said.

Passing through the outer warning circle, Zhang Fan and Death came to the entrance of the arc-shaped building. Death placed his hand on the display screen aside. With a flow of light and shadow, the metal door in front of them slowly opened.

I didn’t expect that there is a technology like palm pattern unlocking in this world, and you can’t see such things outside.

As the door opened, the two of them immediately walked in. Only then did Zhang Fan realize that this place was the entrance to the elevator.

After the two of them stood still, the metal door slowly closed again. After the door was completely closed, the Death God spoke out: "Actually, the purpose of finding you this time is to ask if you are interested in joining the Guardian of the Black Prison. Those guys will not let you become a free person if you are as strong as you."

Although the words of Death sound uncomfortable, this is reality. Freedom is worthless to some people, but for some people it is hard to find a fortune.

The higher you stand, the higher the cost of freedom will be.

"You haven't mentioned this along the way, why did you mention it here?"

Zhang Fan looked at the death with interest.

"Because this elevator has no monitoring, and the buildings here have special magic, it is difficult to eavesdrop on our conversations. You should have found someone monitoring us along the way." The God of Death said a little helpless.

"I always thought that was done on purpose."

Although the two of them had turned on the unvisible on the road just now, Zhang Fan still noticed that someone was staring at him in the dark. Because there was the existence of the God of Death next to him, he didn't take it seriously at that time. However, now listening to the other party's words, I think those people who were watching should not have been arranged by the other party.

Are you even guarding yourself so tightly?

It's really interesting.

"Then you think too much of me. I am not one ten thousandth of the way that some people have." Death said while pressing the elevator button.

As the elevator slowly fell, Death said again: "I originally wanted to fight you first and then invite you, but when I saw you, I suddenly felt that there was no need for this."

"Why?"

"At the moment you tapped your sword, I felt the breath of death. Even when facing Dracula, I have never felt this way. Although I don't know your specific strength, I must be stronger than Dracula. With your strength, whether it is the Guardian or other forces, it is easy to join as long as you want to join."

Although the brief confrontation in the Walker Association was not substantial, at that moment, the god of death fell more than one step in the battle between the two sides. If it really started, the winning rate of the two might be 19, Zhang Fanjiu!

This winning rate is based on the condition that all the trump cards of the Death God are playing, and Zhang Fan has no trump cards.

Every strong man will have some of his own means, and the God of Death will not be so stupid that he thinks that Zhang Fan will have no hidden means.

"Is that true?" Zhang Fan slowly lowered his head and murmured after hearing the comments of Death.

It seems that my combat power should be the top in this city at present, but if you include the monsters from the outside world, it is hard to say.

At this moment, a clear sense of stagnation suddenly came from the elevator. After a "click" sound, the metal giant door in front of him slowly opened again.

The moment the door opened, two guards in painted black armor appeared in front of them.

"Mr. Death!"

After seeing the god of death, the two guards immediately knelt on one knee and shouted respectfully.

"Let's go, go to my room and talk about it in detail."

The god of death seemed to have not seen the two people in front of him, and walked out of the elevator and walked in one direction.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan didn't say much. He was just an outsider now, and it was not his turn to speak.

Perhaps because of the God of Death, Zhang Fan was not questioned along the way, but because he was wearing the armor of the world champion, many people still looked at him from time to time.

Not long after leaving, the God of Death suddenly stopped in front of a door, and then gently pushed it with his hand, and the door opened easily.

"Your room is not locked?" Zhang Fan said in surprise.

"It's the same whether you can lock it here or not. As long as someone wants to enter, no matter how good the lock is, it will be useless." Death explained.

Zhang Fan walked into the room and looked around. The whole room looked very simple, without any fancy dress, only a bed, a table and a few simple wooden chairs.

According to the opponent's strength, this kind of accessories is obviously not matched by him.

"The conditions here are even simpler than I thought." Zhang Fan gently stroked the wall with his hand, and then his hands were covered with dust.

"I don't come back very much on weekdays, so I rarely clean it. Do you need something to drink?" said the god of death and slowly lowered the sickle against the wall.

"No, just say anything if you have anything to do." Zhang Fan walked into the room and pulled a chair and sat on it.
Chapter completed!