The First Thousand Two Hundred and Nine Chapters Group Pk: Dark Night, Death Is Coming (3)

That's right,

The identity of Dianbai in this plane is the god of death, taking away the soul of every dying person and taking them to hell.

Ordinary people can't see the god of death, excluding the possibility that the god of death deliberately makes people see it, the dying person can see the god of death.

As a god of death, it exists as a soul body, and the white-stained body has been sealed and shaped into the strongest god of death, and the soul is condensed to 100%.

To outsiders, it is no different.

Of course, in the case that the god of death wants people to see.

Feng Luo can be guaranteed, it is definitely the most compelling death god!

However,

When Ranbai first came to this plane, he was in the eighteenth layer of hell.

In the entire eighteen layers of hell, a person like Ranbai is imprisoned.

Dyeing it white... directly lifted the eighteen layers of hell.

In this regard, Fengluo could only struggle to say: "Host, don't you feel that being imprisoned is also a form of force?"

Ranbai smiled lightly: "Then you are really good."

"Ahem, what do you think, host, if it wasn't for being awesome, how could you be imprisoned in the eighteenth floor of hell?" Fengluo emphasized: "Eighteenth floor! So this is also a form of force."

Dyeing white but smiling.

Back to the hotel.

Well, even ghosts have to have a place to live.

"Baibai!" Gu Lanxi's eyes lit up when he saw Ranbai coming back. If he hadn't known that Ranbai was obsessed with cleanliness, he would have thrown himself on Ranbai.

This time, for the five-person group mission, Gu Lanxi did not expect that it would match the dyed white.

In this regard, Gu Lanxi said: Sit and wait to win!

"Yeah." Ranbai responded lazily, the magnetic evil tail sound made Gu Lanxi feel that her ears were pregnant.

In addition to Gu Lanxi, there are three taskers.

They are Ouyang Jingxue, Luo Jiuyuan and Wushang.

Two women and one man.

All in all... four women and one man.

Each host has an identity.

Dyeing Bai here also met Gu Lanxi.

"Baibai, what are we going to do now? Kill the Quartet?" Gu Lanxi asked expectantly.

Ranbai half-squinted the narrow and long Yaozhi's eyes, not knowing what to think, he glanced at Gu Lanxi with a half-smile, "If, if you want."

"...I feel like maybe I can think about it again.

"Gu Lanxi swallowed.

Killing the ghosts one by one and sending their thoughts to another world is a waste of time and inefficient.

Ranbai stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the pitch-black night outside the venue, her dark eyes like splashing ink were dyed with a sinister smile: "I think, I know what to do."

"Tell me, where did the cursed supernatural events happen?" Ran Bai lazily leaned aside and spoke to Feng Luo.

Feng Luo: Can it choose not to say it? Of course... not.

"The cursed bus, the villa of the Wraith, the horror ghost school, the cursed crematorium..." Fengluo said some large-scale supernatural events.

The main reason is that there are too many supernatural events, and Fengluo only picks the large ones.

"That's really good." Ranbai praised with a smile.

Feng Luo: "..."

I don't understand the host's brain circuit.

Dyeing Bai rubbed the cumbersome and retro patterns on the blood-colored sickle, and laughed softly: "Now, it's up to you."

The sickle seemed to sense something, and the blade trembled slightly, but did not move.

Heart of Scythe: Oh no, I refuse.

With a gentle smile on her delicate brows and eyes, she said slowly: "Do you go out by yourself, or shall I throw you out?"

The sickle... quickly ran out of the hotel.

This host is a bit cruel.