Chapter 366

His first reaction was ecstasy. After all, this is a god-level job. It is as stable as Mount Tai, with a stable income that is guaranteed to get a drought and flood, and even reincarnation can be saved.

"But you have to die first."

Anubis made a supplement.

As soon as these words came out, de Vero's reason regained the upper hand.

Something is wrong. I am a systematic man. How can I be willing to be bound by the organization?

What's more, his connections, friends, and social relationships are all in the world. Wouldn't it be extremely boring to stay in the underworld all day to deal with ghost affairs?

And I have to die once, which is a bit unworthy...

Besides, he is still a minor and a "dependent group" in the legal sense. It is not too late to consider these issues when he becomes an adult.

However... I think of my cheap mother who might have made a system before, and she also has strong ideas about the organization.

De Vero felt something was wrong, but he still fooled the matter first.

So DeVero coughed, nodded, and looked polite and restrained.

"Okay, Mr. Death, thank you for telling me about this. I will think about it seriously. But..."

He paused slightly, and the calm on his face suddenly turned into a slightly awkward look.

"Uh...how should I get out here?"

Finally, he asked his most concerned question.

Anubis was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his arm.

With a slight push of his palm, a bronze door frame rose silently from the ground, and ancient inscriptions appeared on the door, emitting a faint glory.

Through the door with a blue-gray glow, DeVero could vaguely see the exhibition hall of the Extraordinary Pharmacists Association.

The exit has already appeared.

"Okay, Mr. Death, uh...goodbye?"

De Vero nodded at Anubis, with a little uncertainty in his tone.

After all, it was the first time he said goodbye to the gods in the underworld, and he didn't know what formal farewell to use, so he simply responded casually, then turned around and walked towards the bronze door frame.

However, just as he was about to enter the door, the dead Styx suddenly rippled, the dark water surface swelled slightly, and then—

"puff--!"

A head full of water stains suddenly emerged from the river!

"When I'm goodbye, I'll come to see you off!"

Mesfilos, with a wet face, still with his cynical smile on his lips, shouted at DeVero, laughing so proudly, as if he was the last winner in the play. .

However, before his voice had fallen completely, a pale skeleton suddenly poked out from the depths of the Styx and pressed his head hard!

"Gudong!"

Less than three seconds after the head was exposed, it was pushed back again, and even a splash could not be raised.

De Vero looked at this scene and rolled his eyes, too lazy to even pay attention to him. Instead, he turned around and saluted Anubis solemnly to show his respect.

Then, he stepped into the bronze door frame without hesitation.

In an instant, the aura of the underworld seemed to be completely cut off from him. The dead objects lurking in the dark and peeping at him lost their targets and stopped stiffly in place, as if they were at a loss.

Under the pressure of Anubis, they finally slowly lowered their heads, crawled on the ground, and returned to silence.

Anubis was still standing quietly, his eyes drooping slightly, watching DeVero leave silently, his figure as cold as a sculpture.

A ripples appeared on the surface of the Styx again, and a pale and thin hand held a long-soaked skull and slowly poked out of the black water.

Then a familiar face broke out - Mespheros, his wet blonde hair was pressed against his forehead, and the cynical smile still hung on the corner of his mouth.

He raised his head slightly, looked at Anubis playfully, his lips curled, and his voice was a bit joking.

"So, our Lord Death actually helped that kid himself?"

Anubis turned his head slightly, his golden eyes were deep like an endless river of time, staring at Mespheros coldly.

"North Idick's men are not that easy to deal with."

His voice was low and majestic, as if it was with some kind of echo from the abyss.

"And, my methods will not be activated easily. He doesn't know... he has such a thing."

Anubis paused, then changed his subject, his eyes slowly fell on Mesfilos, and a deep light suddenly flashed in his eyes-

"As for you..."

The air seemed to stagnate at this moment, and an indescribable sense of oppression suddenly came. The temperature in the entire underworld suddenly dropped by dozens of degrees, and even the Styx River had a whirlpool of backflow.

"Now, it's time to settle the accounts between us."

After the words came to an end, Anubis's gaze suddenly sank!

In an instant, a terrifying divine power swept out, like a curse that had not been transformed for thousands of years came to the mortal world, pressing hard on Mespheros.

"puff--!"

Mesfilos's skin instantly became shriveled, and it was as weathered as a corpse exposed to the scorching sun. His originally handsome face was deprived of life in just a few seconds, his eye sockets were deep and his lips were chapped, and his whole body seemed to be in an instant. Losing moisture, becoming haggard.

However--

Even so, the smile on his face still had not faded, and even... became a little brighter.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha--!"

He laughed loudly, his voice hoarse and wild, and laughed so hard that the entire Styx had rippled, as if he was mocking everything, or as if he was welcoming the beginning of some kind of carnival.

——

"Fuck! It's so uncomfortable, it's even more nauseous than Flyro.com!"

De Vero staggered out of the bronze door frame, staggered, almost half-dumped and half-stumbled back to the exhibition hall.

He took a deep breath, resisting the nausea that surged up, and his stomach felt like it was clenched by an invisible hand, as if it was upside down.

He held Zhuzi on the side hard, his face as ugly as if he had just crawled out of the gates of hell.

Is this the way of transportation of Death too bad, or is the sequelae of corruption still torture yourself?

De Vero didn't have time to delve into it, but just frowned deeply and looked around.

The hall was in chaos, and the crowd swarmed towards the exit in panic, screaming one after another.

However, many people were shocked by De Vero's attack just now, and were staring at him blankly.

Some even shouted, "That man who can cast the curse is back!"

Of course, most people were frightened and rushed to run for their lives.

On the other end of the hall, Hogwarts' booth was completely in darkness, and distorted and hideous monsters were crawling out of the shadows, staring at him greedily, as if seeing him as some kind of prey.

Suddenly, a tender but anxious voice sounded in the distance—

"DeVero! Be careful!"

De Vero narrowed his eyes and looked down the sound.

Across the crowd, a girl was being protected by a tall and strong lady, waving anxiously at him.

“…How did this person know me?”

Confusion just came to my mind, and before I could think about it, a sharp sound of breaking wind suddenly came!

DeVero's eyes sterned, and the magic wand in his hand instantly swung out—

"Click--!"

An invisible sharp blade slashed out of nowhere. The wolf-shaped monster that had just jumped towards him was instantly cut off in half. The blood mixed with black mist sprayed in the air, and the smell of rottenness spread.

However, this is not enough to completely incapacitate it.

The broken body on the ground was still twitching wildly, trying to reunite, scarlet eyes rolling in the broken head, staring at him tightly.

"Annoying."

De Vero's expression remained unchanged, and his wand shook again-

"Avadasaudi."

Green beams shot out one after another, and two death curses hit the target accurately, tearing the air apart, completely ending the monster's struggle with a cold and ruthless aura of death.

The broken body stiffened for a moment, then fell to the ground with a bang, and there was no movement anymore.

He licked the corner of his mouth and showed a pleasant smile, as if he had finally returned to the battlefield where he was good at.

"Well, I'm still comfortable in this place."

"Those gods and ghosts are too high in level, and they don't feel good at fighting."

He casually patted the dust on his cuffs, completely ignoring the monsters that were still rushing out of the Hogwarts booth, instead frowned and opened his panel.

A bright red entry came into view—

【Sealed Soul-Seeing Eye (Red)】

De Vero muttered in a low voice, his brows slightly frowned, and a trace of interest flashed in his eyes.

"…What the hell is this?"

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