"Who are you?" The black-robed figure flashed, and in just a blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of Zhao Xiaohan, without making a sound. Even before Zhao Xiaohan had time to react, the man had already arrived in front of him.

The whole body still exudes a rotten smell.

"I don't like repeating the same question to others all the time." Zhao Xiaohan frowned. He didn't like the smell of this guy. It was like the smell of a dead person, which made people feel sick.

The moment Zhao Xiaohan finished speaking, the man in black came to the right

With a wave of his hand, he saw a flash of starlight, and his right hand struck towards Zhao Xiaohan's neck. Fortunately, Zhao Xiaohan reacted quickly enough. The moment the man in black waved his right hand, Zhao Xiaohan took a step back.

He frowned, stretched out his right hand, and placed it on the right hand of the man in black.

"It seems you still have a few moments." The man in black sneered. His voice suddenly became hoarse and sharp, which made people feel goosebumps all over their bodies. If it were at night, a woman would hear this guy.

His voice, and then seeing his appearance in a black robe, I am sure he will be so frightened that his whole body will tremble and his heart will fail.

"You can call me, the God of Death." The man in black spoke hoarsely again. Zhao Xiaohan sounded very uncomfortable with that hoarse voice. Listening to the voice of the man in black, Zhao Xiaohan frowned even more: "The God of Death?"

"Yes." The man in black nodded, with a sneer on his face: "Have you ever read Western mythology? The god who can control everyone's life is called the God of Death."

"I haven't seen it." Zhao Xiaohan shook his head and took a step back again. He was not interested in the man called the God of Death. Through the light projected from outside, he could vaguely see clearly. This man was called the God of Death.

The man's face is actually covered with wrinkles, like an aging monster. If you take one look at him, you will never want to see him again. If Zhao Xiaohan didn't have excellent psychological quality, I'm afraid he can't help it now.

I felt nauseated.

"Can you tell me who you are?" The God of Death seemed not surprised at all by Zhao Xiaohan's reaction. Instead, he looked at Zhao Xiaohan with interest. While speaking, he stretched out his right hand and gently touched his chin.

After a few clicks, you could vaguely see the long nails on his hands, like steel knives, which made people shudder.

"Of course." Zhao Xiaohan nodded lightly, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a puff to drive away the rotten smell in the room. After he took a few puffs,

After finishing the cigarette, he spoke softly: "My surname is Wang, and my name is only the name of my father."

"Prince Father?" The God of Death seemed a little confused as to why someone would give such a name. Regarding the God of Death's doubts, Zhao Xiaohan just smiled softly and continued: "Of course, you can also pronounce it the other way around. Many people like to say it the other way around.

Come here and say my name, it will be easier to pronounce."

"Father?" Death spoke again, but did not understand the meaning.

"Yes. Zhao Xiaohan nodded happily, raised his head, and before the other party could react, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Why are you here?"

"I came to find a person who made me what I am now." The God of Death raised his head, his voice still so hoarse and cold: "Maybe, I can't call him a human, until now,

I still wonder if he is human."

After hearing the words of the God of Death, Zhao Xiaohan subconsciously said: "Old military doctor?"

"It seems that you really know him." The God of Death sneered and said in a cold voice: "Were you also injected with that strange vaccine by him?"

"No." Zhao Xiaohan shook his head and said, "I did not take any strange vaccines."

"That's right." After listening to Zhao Xiaohan's words, the God of Death nodded in agreement: "If you were injected with that strange vaccine, how come your appearance didn't change at all?"

"What kind of vaccine are you talking about?" Zhao Xiaohan suddenly became curious. Could it be that the vaccine mentioned by the God of Death was the injection that the old military doctor gave him? Suddenly, Zhao Xiaohan remembered

Referring to what Han Fei once said, he is not the only one with superpowers in this world. That is to say, it is very likely that the man in black in front of him, wearing a black robe, is also a person with superpowers.

people?

"A vaccine that made me what I am now." The God of Death's words were unexpectedly trembling, as if he was remembering an unbearable past event. Then, he heard another sneer. It sounded like he

seems to be emotionally unstable

: "Did you know? A few years ago, I was just like you. I looked normal. I could walk in the sun, go shopping with my girlfriend, eat in restaurants, play games in Internet cafes, and go to bars.

To drink, you can go to KTV to sing

, but now I don’t even dare to go out, I have to find a place where no one can see me when eating, and even when I go out at night, I don’t want anyone to know, even my only girlfriend.

After I became what I am now, he left me,

All of this is thanks to the old military doctor. If it weren't for him, how could I become what I am today? Do you believe that I am only thirty years old now? Thirty years old, thirty years old me,

He looks like he is three hundred years old, can you believe it?"

It could be heard that the man in black robes was very resentful towards the old military doctor, but what Zhao Xiaohan was more curious about was how he became like this.

"Can you tell me what happened?" Zhao Xiaohan spoke softly, trying not to anger the man in black robes. When he heard Zhao Xiaohan's question, the God of Death turned cold and stared straight at him.

Hearing Zhao Xiaohan's cold voice, he said: "Of course I can tell you, but after you hear it, you will no longer live in this world. Do you still want to know?"

"I think." Zhao Xiaohan did not hesitate at all, and chuckled: "There is a saying, curiosity killed the cat, but after so many years, my curiosity has not disappeared. Of course, since I dare to know your

Secret, I will be confident enough to survive."

"You are very confident. I have never seen a man as confident as you in many years." The God of Death suddenly laughed, with layers of wrinkles on his face, swaying back and forth. With his laughter, his voice

He also began to become more and more cold: "Oh, no, you are not a man yet, you can only be regarded as a child. Children, self-confidence is a good thing, but excessive self-confidence is arrogance."

"Don't call me child." Zhao Xiaohan smiled slightly and said quietly: "Have you forgotten my name?"

"Father?" Death asked again in confusion. He still couldn't figure out why someone would call such a strange name.

"Yes." Zhao Xiaohan smiled and nodded: "You have already called me father, how can I be a child?"

"Aren't you afraid of death?" The God of Death looked at him coldly, and a murderous intent suddenly burst out. Unfortunately, this murderous intent seemed to have no effect on Zhao Xiaohan. He is no longer the same person he was more than a year ago.

The defenseless Zhao Xiaohan. What's more, now that his superpowers have reached such a terrifying stage, there are really very few people in this world who can scare him.

"Afraid." Zhao Xiaohan nodded slightly, raised the corner of his mouth, and a bright smile appeared on his face: "But I am more curious, how did you become like this?"

"Okay, don't regret it." The God of Death sneered and glanced at the young man in front of him. In his eyes, Zhao Xiaohan was undoubtedly a dead man at this time. Anyone who knew his secret would

No one can live in this world.

"The word "regret" has never been found in my dictionary. If you have time, you can teach me how to write the word "regret". Zhao Xiaohan's smile remained unchanged, and he seemed to have a little more laziness.

, he did not take the threat of death into his heart at all. After his words fell, Zhao Xiao

Han took a puff of the cigarette in his hand, found a chair in the room and pulled it over. After sitting down, he raised his head, looked at the God of Death standing there with a smile and said: "Okay, now you can talk

After telling your story, you can let me disappear from this world."

"You are a madman!" Looking at Zhao Xiaohan's every move, and then looking at Zhao Xiaohan's calm and relaxed look, the God of Death was silent for a long time, and finally spit out these few words from his mouth, which can be regarded as his only evaluation of Zhao Xiaohan.

Unfortunately, Zhao Xiaohan didn’t seem to agree with these words. He just

Seeing Zhao Xiaohan shaking his head and smiling, he said softly: "Maybe, in my eyes, you are the madman? Come on, I am more curious about your story. If your story can arouse my interest, I will

You can consider writing a book for you to tell the story of your life."

"Haha, if you can leave here alive, I don't mind if you write a book for me." The God of Death sneered, waved his long sleeves, and stared straight at Zhao Xiaohan with both eyes, as if he wanted to

He could see through Zhao Xiaohan at once, but it was a pity that

No matter how he observed the young man in front of him, he could not see through it. Apart from the lazy cynicism, there was only a trace of playfulness left in him. Yes, playfulness, he seemed to

I was just kidding myself.

"There are many people who can kill me, but I don't think it will be you." Zhao Xiaohan raised his eyebrows, threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, and said with a smile: "Can you start your story? Don't challenge my father again.
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