Chapter 855 I Don't Want to Live Anymore

It's just that my secret skills are a little bit worse... My secret skills are not bad, okay?

Facing the heartfelt evaluation of Taurus Director, Leon couldn't help but blush a little.

I was selected by the Five Palaces, and my secret skills talent was recognized by the Star Palace. Cancer Palace and Pisces Palace both begged me to go, okay? It's just that I didn't understand your Taurus's blacksmithing secrets very well.

Besides, it's not necessarily my problem that I can't understand the Taurus secrets. What if the third generation old man didn't teach me well and used his purely idealistic blacksmithing theory to lead me astray?

...

"A-choo!!!"

Accompanied by a deafening sneeze, the 38th grave from left to right under the old locust tree on the east side of the Sage Cemetery bulged up, and then there was a sound of wood breaking, and a male thigh covered with black hair actually kicked straight out of the grave.

Fuck, it's too strong!

After pinching his nose bridge with his hand and blowing away the dust and mold in his nostrils, the square-headed old man pulled his feet out of his coffin, then climbed out of the grave by grabbing his tombstone, and looked at the tall elk standing on his grave with a gloomy face.

"Fart quickly!"

"..."

This damn old bastard!

Seeing the third-generation director who was too lazy to even say politely, the doe couldn't help but dig its hoof hard, leaving a large crescent-shaped hoof print on the hard bluestone floor of the Sage Cemetery.

"Iron Badger!"

Although he wanted to dig the old Deng in front of him to death with one hoof, after thinking of the devastating and terrible news he heard from the thrush, the doe finally suppressed the anger in his heart and said in a calm voice:

"I'm not here to force you to perform your duties this time, but to negotiate a deal with you."

"Haha, what can I trade with you?"

The square-headed old man sneered at the words, then sat down on his own tombstone with his head raised. Crossing his legs and picking his nose, he said with disdain:

"I am just a little obsession left by the third director of the Cleaning Bureau. The biggest purpose for me not to die now is to reach the extreme in the Taurus Secret Art and become the most outstanding abnormal forging master in history!

And you little rubbish who hide and hide, what else can you trade with me except providing a little thing so that I can continue to live and study the secret art? Hmm?

You know the Taurus Secret Art of the Cleaning Bureau, and your attainments are higher than mine. Can you teach me how to forge abnormal objects? Or can you kill ten or eight true gods in the King Killing Association and send them to me as materials for practice?"

"..."

This damn old dog!!!

Facing the unscrupulous insults of the old man with a square head, looking at his expression as if he had stepped on stinky dog ​​shit, the patience of the flesh doe, which was not much, was immediately burned red, and almost broke on the spot.

After taking several deep breaths and chipping several cemetery bricks with his feet, the flesh-receiving doe, with thick fog around him, blew out two streams of scorching water vapor from his nostrils, and then said with a hushed voice:

"We have always known what you want, so this time we come to you with conditions that you cannot refuse... Do you want to become a true god?"

"???"

After hearing the question from the flesh-receiving doe, the third-generation director sitting on the tombstone was slightly stunned, took his finger out of his nose, and asked with surprise:

"Are you willing to let me enter the Source God Platform? Carve the power there to become a true god?"

"Yes."

The tall doe in the pale fog nodded, and said in a cold voice:

"In addition to letting you become a true god and no longer have to rely on our power to survive, we can also give up the position of the current God of Forging, help you master the power of forging and smelting, and let your secret art go further!"

"..."

Let me become a true god? Is this silly roe deer crazy?

The square-headed old man was silent for a while, then flicked off the moldy booger in his hand, squinted his eyes and asked:

"If I remember correctly, the current God of Forging seems to be an official member of your King Killing Society? Can he agree to your condition?"

"He..."

The fleshed doe was silent for a moment, then tilted his head slightly and replied:

"Don't worry about it. Whether he agrees or not, we can make you the new God of Forging."

Hmm? There's a problem!

Through the hazy pale mist, after looking at the slightly strange expression of the incarnate doe, the third-generation director pondered for a moment, then smiled maliciously:

"Did the God of Forging break up with you?"

"No..."

"Then was he caught by the Cleanup Bureau?"

"..."

It seems that he was really caught~

Looking at the silent incarnate doe in front of him, the square-headed old man couldn't help but chuckle, and praised the younger generation of cleaners in his heart.

Yes, the God of Forging has a total of six or seven powers, which is the most powerful among the non-pillar gods. In addition, he has a mess of divine power creations, and it is no less difficult to kill him than to deal with a pillar god.

I thought that the cleaners after the sixth generation were basically raised to waste by the Watch Palace. After leaving the blessing of the Star Palace and the suppression of the Watch Palace, they could not do anything big. I didn't expect that there were still a few powerful ones.

"Okay, I admit that your conditions are quite interesting. Although I don't care about becoming a true god, I am still quite interested in forging power."

After admitting that he was indeed interested, the happy Third Director crossed his legs again and raised his chin towards the doe with a smile.

"Tell me, you offer such good conditions, what do you want me to do?"

"We want to deal with the God of Food... the cleaner named Leon. We want you to cooperate with us to set up an ambush and help us get rid of him!"

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Get rid of whom? That blacksmith "genius"?

After hearing Leon's name, the smile on the Third Director's face suddenly collapsed slightly, and he subconsciously recalled the fate between him and him as a master and apprentice.

"What did he do to you?"

Since he usually stayed in his own grave and rarely went out for a walk, the third-generation director did not know the notorious reputation of the God of Food. Seeing that the King of Killing was willing to make himself a god to get rid of Leon, he could not help but ask curiously:

"Did he destroy your plan? Or did he capture your members? The God of Forging was not captured by him, was he?"

"..."

"Did he do all these things? He did all three?"

"..."

"Hmm? Even more than that?"

"Iron Badger!"

Looking at the square-headed old man with a pair of dim eyes that were getting brighter and brighter, as if he had heard some particularly interesting gossip, the unbearable doe could not help but shout angrily:

"I don't have time to chat with you! Do you agree or not!"

"Look at you, why are you still anxious?"

Looking at the doe in front of him with ferocious eyebrows and obviously broken defense, the usual The days were quite boring. The third-generation old man who finally found something fun could not help but cross his legs and teased with a smile:

"I have to understand the situation first and find out what's going on before I know whether I should agree~

Besides, it's strange that you would come to me. That guy just came to my place for a while and has nothing to do with me. Even if I help you set an ambush, he may not fall in~"

"Hehe, stop pretending!"

After listening to the words of the third-generation director, the flesh doe couldn't help but sneer, and then shouted angrily with a gloomy face:

"I have already found out from the Cleanup Bureau that you are the teacher of the God of Food, and you taught him his abnormal forging secrets! The God of Food can be what he is today, and it is definitely inseparable from you, a bastard... Huh?

What are you doing lying down? Iron Badger? Wake up! Why did your obsession disappear?!?!?! Get up!"