The voice of the death god in the underworld "Hello, Mr. Ye, I am Shi Ren from Southeast Bank. I want to do business with you. I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation."
Ye Feng really wanted to throw that business card in the face of the God of Death from the underworld. Shi Ren, what a rubbish name. He is clearly the God of Death from the underworld.
Xiaobai shouted twice at the God of Death from the Underworld, but the God of Death from the Underworld glared at Xiaobai. The powerful breath of death made Xiaobai feel afraid. It shrank behind Ye Feng and made a whimpering sound.
Ye Feng gently touched Xiao Bai's head and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here, but don't provoke it."
For Xiaobai, it is not a wise move to provoke a god of death.
Jiang Yixue saw the god of death from the underworld. Although she could not see the true form of the god of death, she felt that it exuded an evil aura that made her feel very depressed. Her eyes were full of vigilance.
She took the business card curiously, glanced at it and rejected the Grim Reaper: "Shi Ren? Jiangnan Bank, thank you Mr. Shi, we don't need a bank loan for the time being."
Sensing Jiang Yixue's attitude of keeping people at a distance, the Death God of the Underworld sneered disdainfully: "Loan? Do you think I'm here to ask for a loan from you?"
Ye Feng took the business card. He didn't want Jiang Yixue to know the truth, so he said calmly, "Maybe we can really use it. Mr. Shi, let's go inside and talk slowly."
Jiang Yixue asked doubtfully, "Are you really going to ask the bank for a loan?"
"Jiangnan Bank is a big bank. Although I have sufficient funds now, I may not be able to get by one day. It's hard to say. More friends mean more options. I have already booked a room at the Golfers Hotel. You take Xiaobai there first. I'll talk to Mr. Shi and then I'll go."
"Okay, it's almost time. I also need to call Yuxin."
Watching Jiang Yixue leave, the God of Death smiled and said, "You are a smart person, and I like to do business with smart people. If you help me collect those escaped ghosts, I can return the immortal souls of your ten silver-armored warriors."
Capturing escaped ghosts is not to help the god of death, but to make up for one's own unintentional mistakes and prevent those ghosts from harming humans.
“How many ghosts escaped?”
"The ghosts that escaped are all high-level ghosts. There are about ten ghosts. Their escape made the Hades very angry. He ordered me to capture these escaped ghosts, so you have to help me."
"You are the God of Death of the Underworld, and your strength is as great as that of a Golden Immortal. Do you still need my help?"
"Hey, kid, I won't hide it from you. Because of my negligence, the Hades punished me and took away half of my power. Now I am at most as strong as a skeleton warrior. Moreover, I cannot reveal my true form in the human world. I must hide in a human body. I am unfamiliar with this place, so I really need your help."
"I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation. If I help you catch these escaped ghosts, you must fulfill your promise and release the immortal souls of the ten silver-armored warriors."
"We, the God of Death, are the most trustworthy and never lie. Don't you believe me?"
"Only ghosts would believe you. I believe you, but there is no other way. I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation. How did you get the identity of Shi Ren of Jiangnan Bank?"
The Death God of the Underworld looked at his body with an admiring look. He smiled faintly and said, "Just now I saw a flaming giant lizard attacking a car. The young man in the car was almost bitten to death by the flaming giant lizard, and I saved him. I saw that this body was often exercising and was full of youthful vitality. I liked it very much, so I stayed in his body first. I am a kind and generous Death God. I saved his life without asking him to repay me. I just borrowed his body. Am I at a disadvantage?"
Hearing the Grim Reaper emphasize that he is very generous, Ye Feng doesn't think so. He always feels that he is just bragging about himself and it is definitely not as simple as he says.
"Where's the Flame Lizard?"
The Grim Reaper showed a look of disdain: "I killed him. I hate vicious beasts the most. They are untrustworthy, have low intelligence, and have no moral conduct like demons. I don't like them at all."
"Those ghosts, do you want me to kill them directly?"
The Grim Reaper had a cunning look on his face, "Of course we can't just kill them. They are high-level ghosts. Each of them has experienced five thousand years of battles between immortals and demons, and the battle of the seven realms. Their strength is no less than that of earthly immortals. It would be a pity to kill them directly. I will give you a ghost weapon that can collect those ghosts."
"I knew it wouldn't be an easy job, but how would I find them?"
"You are a person with the blood of the ancient gods. If you meet them, you will definitely recognize them, just like the messenger I recognized just now. They will definitely hide in the human body like me. If they are directly exposed to the nature, their soul power will gradually disappear, and they need the soul and blood of the human to maintain their soul power."
Ye Feng glared at the Grim Reaper and said, "So you saved this young man because you wanted to use his blood and soul to maintain your own soul power. Am I right?"
The Grim Reaper showed a look of disapproval: "You guessed right. I told you that you are one of the smarter humans. I like dealing with smart people. I saved his life, so it's not too much to borrow his body for a few days."
"What if the loan period is long?"
The Grim Reaper showed a sly smile: "Hehe, I gave him this life. It's only natural for me to borrow it for as long as I want. There is no free lunch in this world. You also know that no one can take advantage of the Grim Reaper."
Ye Feng shook his head in disdain, knowing that the situation was not as simple as the Grim Reaper said.
The god of death pulled Ye Feng into the darkness, and he could not maintain the illusion when he used his magic power.
A black light flashed across its skeleton fingers, and it gently lifted up the skeleton staff, took out a black iron token inlaid with a skull, and handed it to Ye Feng.
It seems that its skeleton staff is not only a staff, but also a storage space.
The black iron token felt cold to the touch and carried an uncomfortable energy. Ye Feng was very familiar with that energy. He had encountered it on the fingers and staff of the god of death because it was the breath of death.
Lifting up the black token and observing it carefully, I found that there were countless patterns carved on it. It looked messy, but in fact there was a certain order.
Ye Feng remembered that he had read a book about ghosts in Jiangnan Temple. It was an evil book that explained ghosts and some evil witchcraft.
In the last few pages, there is the pattern on the black iron collar token. There is no annotation, just a simple mention of the name. It is a underworld symbol similar to a talisman.
Ye Feng did not understand the Nether Talisman, and felt it was very profound, so he just kept it in his mind. After seeing the black iron token, he naturally connected the dots together.