Chapter 368 Anna and Death (3)

Anna shook her hands indifferently, too lazy to bandage the wound.

Compared with the wound on her hand, she was more concerned about being ridiculed in public by her rival, and then she fell awkwardly.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Anna exclaimed in disgust.

call!

The flames spread out behind her, forming a pair of wings.

Anna jumped up and flew up and down in mid-air, finally finding the right direction.

She flew up to the stage where the god of death slept.

——That is the sacred and inviolable territory belonging to the god of death.

She drank too much.

...

Anna stood on the high platform symbolizing God and looked around.

"Nothing but a broken rock."

Anna murmured, unaware of what she was doing.

There is nothing here but a black stone that symbolizes the sleeping box.

Yes, the Cult of the Dead uses this black stone to symbolize the Sleeping Box.

The sleeping treasure box is a treasure carried by the god of death in mythology, and naturally it will not really appear here.

Perhaps there are very few daring people in history who risked blasphemy by flying up to observe the slumbering platform of the god of death up close.

But there will never be someone like Anna who will fly to the high platform in a drunk state and refuse to go down.

In the history of the Medici family, an unprecedented scene appeared.

——Anna sat down on the stage where the god of death slept.

Even sitting here, it's still boring.

With her feet hanging in the air, she held the wine bottle in her hand, thinking seriously.

"I will go to the Federation later. I will use this trick to bring down that little girl, and then use that trick to let her know that she can't talk nonsense. Finally, in order to impress her, I will use the ultimate trick..."

While she was ruthless, she kept pouring wine into her mouth.

It was hot all over, but I felt something cold in my chest.

The thing stuck in her chest made her very uncomfortable.

Anna reached in and took out a small statue of Reaper.

Surrogate Contract.

——The only death token obtained by the ancestors of the Medici family.

Anna slapped it on the stone platform next to it.

Suddenly a pain came from his hand.

"what!"

She cried out in pain.

Her hand had already scratched a whole piece of skin, and she had not dealt with it, and at this time, blood flowed out intermittently.

She was so immortal that she grabbed the Death God token with her hands and slapped it on the stone platform.

Blood spurted out from the wound on his hand, and flowed along the small statue of the god of death on the stone platform that symbolized the sleeping treasure chest.

The blood, the token of death, and the sleeping treasure chest are connected together.

A strange reaction occurred.

Invisibly, something came quietly, silently lurking behind Anna and watching her.

Anna knew nothing about it.

"Hmm! It hurts... I'm really uncomfortable." She covered the wound on her hand and let out a low whimper of pain.

Putting down the wine bottle, Anna flipped through her backpack, took out some emergency medical supplies, and disposed of her hands.

Dazed, Anna almost fell asleep.

"It's boring, it would be nice if there was a little wind," she said to herself.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew from nowhere.

The wind blew Anna's spirits.

She didn't know at all that she had completed the deal with the god of death and gained a gust of wind.

If this is the case, she will become the believer who makes the fewest wishes to the gods among all civilizations in the countless worlds.

The invisible existence behind it is about to dissipate.

Suddenly, Anna noticed something was wrong.

"Oops," she murmured.

A familiar feeling came over her chest.

- She's about to vomit.

Throw it up!

As soon as Anna turned around, she spit out a breath of wine at the stone that symbolized the sleeping treasure chest.

"vomit……"

"vomit……"

"...It's really uncomfortable, I actually drank too much?"

As she panted, she took out a tissue to wipe her mouth.

But she didn't know that the invisible existence was about to leave, but she vomited all over.

The invisible existence froze on the stone platform, not moving for a while.

It has never encountered such a scenario.

Anna was unaware of this.

After she vomited, she felt better for a while.

Looking around, Anna said in surprise: "Huh? When did I come up? This place is not suitable for sleeping, it's over if you fall."

After finishing speaking, Anna carried the wine bottle, and flew to the ground.

She staggered to where she was sitting.

After the wind blows, the temples start to hurt a little.

The stamina of the wine came up.

On the high platform, a violent airflow produced a sharp change.

The air roared and flew down, landing in front of Anna not far away, facing her.

Accompanied by the surging air flow, the twelve giant sculptures with dog faces standing around the temple suddenly lowered their heads and looked down here.

For the first time in thousands of years, they moved.

Unfortunately, no one noticed this scene.

The airflow returned to silence, and it was in the air, staring at Anna viciously.

This guy who offends the gods must be subjected to—

kindness?

What does it taste like?

Airflow looked down suspiciously.

But there was a wine glass exuding a tempting aroma under his feet.

This is wine...

Protect this place by yourself, I haven't smelled this smell for thousands of years...

At this time, Anna was almost back where she was sitting.

She suddenly saw a dark shadow licking the glass she had placed on the ground.

Anna's fascinated eyes widened, and she rushed forward in a rage.

She shouted, "That's my cup!"

The shadow was startled, and took a few steps back with the cup in his mouth.

Anna suddenly came to her senses and stood still.

In the temple, where are the living creatures other than yourself?

God cannot be a living creature.

She patted her face, forced herself to calm down, and looked at the shadow again.

"Dear—" Anna didn't say anything.

Because she finally saw clearly, this is indeed not a god!

This is clearly a black dog!

Yes, just a dog.

How could death lick his own cup?

Anna breathed a sigh of relief.

But where did this dog come from?

She stepped forward.

The dog doesn't move.

She came to the dog.

The dog was holding the cup, squinting and staring at her.

A solemn and heavy breath appeared on it, and slowly condensed into an invisible mysterious power.

This power is about to be released, making the person in front of him suffer enough.

Just when this aura was about to be activated, Anna did something.

She passed the wine bottle in her hand.

"Drink?" she asked.

Although she was a little drunk, she still knew that it was not normal for a dog to appear here.

Maybe this dog is a clue to summon death.

Anna patted her forehead, a little regretful.

I never thought of getting a response from the god of death, so I didn't bring anything.

Anna was all over her body, and only this bottle of wine was left.

It was the only thing she could get her hands on.

Now, she carefully handed over the wine.

The dog looked at her, then at the bottle in her hand.

Stalemate for a moment.

The dog couldn't help but stretch out its paw and take the bottle.

It held the bottle and took a gulp,

I took another gulp,

I took another gulp,

Take another gulp.

- Cool!

The dog licked its lips and put down the empty wine bottle in satisfaction.

It glanced at Anna, its eyes locked on the wound on Anna's hand, and its nose moved.

That's right, the blood just now belonged to the Medici family.

The black dog nodded imperceptibly,

It is a contractual relationship, and it is not easy to start.

This wine is also good.

Reluctantly forgive each other?

the dog thought.

Anna waited and saw that it had finished drinking, hesitated for a while, and finally spoke.

This is the first time the Medici family has communicated with the gods they worship in thousands of years.

This is also a rare psychic contact in the human history of this planet.

What happened today is enough to go down in history forever.

In the Sanctuary of the God of Death, twelve human and dog-faced sculptures bowed their heads and quietly watched this scene.

Anna looked at the black dog with a somewhat uncertain expression.

Too much alcohol made her head groggy and her thinking slowed.

But she still thought hard, trying to grasp the crux of the problem.

In the end, Anna finally figured out her problem.

She looked at the black dog carefully and said hesitantly, "Could it be..."

The black dog straightened its ears, raised its tail, and stared at Anna solemnly.

"There are dog holes in the temple too?" Anna murmured.

Dog is stupid.