Big Boss Villain, Don’t Turn Black!

Chapter 92: Death is coming

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Su Mu raised his head and saw a man dressed in a different style standing in front of him.

"Lovely lady, do you need my help?" He was extremely malnourished and skinny, his face and exposed skin were scars left by burns, and his vocal cords were damaged by smoke. In line with the ugly voice, he grinned, revealing a bloodthirsty and terrifying smile.

"Ah!!!" Su Mu hastily backed up a few steps, she quickly stood up again, and when she was about to run away, she just turned around and saw another monster.

A monster with pale skin, four limbs lying on the ground, and wagging tail, with only a pair of eyes without eyeballs on his face, locked by his sight, as if he himself was declared dead, he stretched out a hand with sharp claws , said in a gloomy tone: "Ma'am, maybe you need my help."

"Ah!!!!" Su Mu closed her eyes and directly grabbed the wrist of the hand that reached out. While screaming helplessly, she directly grabbed the pale-skinned monster and lifted it towards him. into the air.

A beautiful arc appeared in the air, and there was another "pop", and the monster's body hit the burnt man's body. Hearing the sound, he could tell that the force was not light.

Thompson was dizzy, and Craven, who was under Thompson, felt that he was going to be crushed to death... No, he was already dead.

"Mom! The ghosts here are so ugly to me! I'm so scared!!!" Su Mu hugged her head, and with her frightened voice, she also ran forward recklessly.

After a while, Thompson asked, "Craven, your gentlemanly demeanor doesn't seem reliable."

"At least..." Craven said, picking up the charred skin that had fallen from the floor and sticking it back to his hand, "We proved that lady wasn't a lady in need."

Su Mu was greatly stimulated, she didn't know how far she ran in a panic, but she stopped only when she heard the sound of the wind blowing the branches.

She looked up at the moon above her head, and then looked back at the factory that looked like a shadow in the night, only then did she realize that she had run a long way, and the two monsters didn't seem to be chasing her.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

Take another step, and there is a "creak".

Su Mu looked down, then raised her head stiffly, her whole body trembled, she didn't know where to put her feet, because the land was full of white bones.

After blinking again, the environment in front of her changed again, and she saw that the night was filled with mist, and the crosses erected around were all tied with ragged clothes... people with bones half exposed.

They seem to have died long ago, but they still seem not to be dead. It seems that they can faintly hear their painful wailing. The flowers, plants and trees in the surrounding land have long disappeared. This place is like a mass burial ground, and the air is dull. , all a rotten, unbearable smell.

"Humanity."

An indifferent voice came from above, Su Mu raised her head subconsciously, and she was stunned when she saw it.

The black cloak unfolded in the night like the huge wings of a demon. Under the hood, a white skull was faintly visible. The long-handled scythe symbolized his identity. He was a god who suddenly appeared in the air, as if all The moonlight was covered, and that tiny human was plunged into the darkness brought by him.

His black robe floated in the air. In front of his eyes, all human beings should be vulnerable. He asked, "What kind of wish do you want to make when you see God?"

This is a cool tone that reveals grace from indifference.

"Wish, wish?" Su Mu replied blankly, the repressed breath of death emanating from the god of death is not something humans can easily adapt to.

"What is your wish?"

"That, that..." Before the brain reacted, Su Mu blurted out: "The next time we meet, can we change to a place that smells delicious, don't you think the smell of rotting corpses here is unpleasant?"

After finishing speaking, she realized that she wanted to slap herself.

Just when Su Mu thought that the god of death would move his sickle and was about to reap his own life, the great god of death said after a second of silence, "I will think about it."