Chapter 1364 The Owner of the Note

Winter snow is flying.

Accompanied by the howling cold wind, fluttering snowflakes outline a large curtain under the dim night sky.

The whole world seems to have melted into the dense night and boundless snow, chaotic and unreal.

Xuan Que stopped in mid-air, looking at the space ahead doubtfully.

The space is rippling like the surface of water, although beautiful, it contains destructive energy.

All the snowflakes in the vicinity disappeared strangely, and a strange vacuum area suddenly appeared in the air.

The fluctuations became stronger and stronger, and the space seemed unbearable, and finally shattered.

A black shadow fell from the shattered space and fell directly to the ground, and finally barely stopped the figure when it was tens of meters from the ground.

"Damn, how did you encounter spatial turbulence... The strength of the peak of the Venerable is really terrifying..."

Sombra's mental state seems to be unstable, while muttering to himself, he swayed and raised his figure.

A black liquid dripped from his body, which seemed to be his blood. When it touched the ground, bursts of "chichi" sound erupted, which seemed to be extremely corrosive.

The black robe on the black shadow has been damaged in many places, and the body hidden under it can be vaguely seen.

Strange scales and horns, proliferating weird limbs, and it seems that there is a semi-fluid soft substance flowing slowly...

It's like something out of a nightmare.

When the black shadow first appeared, Xuan Que instinctively felt a dangerous breath.

Without the slightest hesitation, he resolutely fled in the direction he came from.

The speed exploded in an instant, leaving extremely eye-catching traces in the space they passed.

"What the hell is this place now? I don't know what happened to the two of them, hehe, it's not much better than me..."

"It's really miserable. If I still feel pain now, I'm afraid I would have fainted long ago. This body is much stronger than before..."

"Forget it, let's find some energy to restore it..."

Sombra said to himself, it seemed that the spatial turbulence he experienced had a great impact on him.

The movement caused by Xuan Que's departure naturally attracted Sombra's attention.

"Aha, it seems that my luck is not bad."

After letting out a weird laugh, the black shadow flew in the direction where Xuan Que left.

The trajectory of the flight swayed left and right at the beginning, but soon it took control of itself, and the speed became faster and faster, and soon disappeared into the sky.

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The twilight was deep, and the snowflakes fell from the dim sky, and the sight was full of white snow.

Occasionally, the cold winds of winter nights blow, and the snow on the buildings will fall along with them, casting large swathes of curtains on the wide streets.

The street lamps on both sides of the street radiated a dim light in this cold snowy night. The lights could not penetrate such a thick snow curtain at all, and only faint pale shadows could be seen.

There are no pedestrians on the street, and the lights of the surrounding buildings have long been extinguished. It seems that the residents inside chose to rest early.

Looking from a distance, the buildings in the distance are shadowy, almost blending with the drowsy night, and the sound of wind and snow seems to be the only sound in the world.

Time passed quietly, and the sound of panicked footsteps broke the tranquility of Xue Ye.

Someone came running from the end of the street.

Jiang Wanshang looked flustered, looking back from time to time, as if worried if anyone was following.

After reaching the corner, he slowly stopped and took out a notebook with a black cover from his backpack.

Opening the notebook, the information written on it could be vaguely seen by the light of the street lamp, which seemed to be several names.

Thinking back on what happened just now, Jiang Wanshang felt that her throat was a little dry.

The person whose name is written in the notebook will die, and she has verified the authenticity of this sentence.

"You seem to like this notebook very much."

The crisp and pleasant voices sounded from the sky, which seemed quite abrupt in this environment.

Jiang Wanshang's body seemed to freeze for a moment, she slowly raised her head and looked in the direction of the voice.

Under the thick ink-like night sky, a black figure stood above the street lights, almost blending into the night.

Coupled with such a dense snowflake, it is difficult to detect the existence of the figure.

The wide wings spread out behind the figure, volleyed into the sky in Jiang Wanshang's astonished eyes, and slowly stopped in front of her after circling in the air for a few times.

The face is hideous, the neck is covered with black feathers, the body is dressed in leather like some unknown animal, and the wings on the back are slightly flapping.

After standing on the ground, she shook her neck, her wings shrank, and then disappeared.

Jiang Wanshang's eyes widened, she looked at the figure that suddenly appeared in front of her in shock, and subconsciously took a few steps back.

"What's the matter? Are you afraid?" The figure seemed to laugh, "Still can't believe the facts you see in front of you?"

Jiang Wanshang took a deep breath and quickly regained her composure, and a clear smile appeared on her face: "Is it the turn of death now?"

In the worldview depicted in the movie, the image of the god of death exists in legends.

The god of death in front of him let out bursts of laughter, stretched out his palm with sharp nails, and pointed at the notebook in Jiang Wanshang's hand: "I am

The owner of that notebook. "

Jiang Wanshang followed her gaze to the notebook in her hand, and then to Death: "Are you here to take this notebook?"

After experiencing the previous events, she has clearly understood the horror of this notebook, and having it is equivalent to controlling the authority of the gods.

"When you picked it up, it was already yours." The god of death leaned forward slightly, staring at Jiang Wanshang's eyes.

Under such circumstances, Jiang Wanshang had calmed down after a brief shock, maintained a clear head, and analyzed the current situation in his heart.

"So do you want me to use my life as the price?" Jiang Wanshang asked another question.

The god of death seemed to have heard a joke and let out a harsh laugh: "Don't worry, if you don't want to give it to others, all memories related to this notebook will disappear."

"You really don't have to pay the price?" Jiang Wanshang confirmed the matter again.

"If you really want to say what the price is, it is the distress and fear that only users can feel." Death touched his chin and looked at Jiang Wanshang up and down, "But it doesn't seem to affect you. "

Ordinary people will not accept this magical reality so quickly when they see the legendary god of death appearing in front of them, and they can calmly ask various questions to the god of death.