"grim Reaper?"

Zhang Jie was shocked by Yang Yun's words.

"Yes, it's the God of Death." Yang Yun smiled happily and said, "Do you still remember the legend about the God of Death in the myths and legends?"

Before Zhang Jie could answer, Yang Yun continued: "Whether in the East or the Western mythology, there is a three-way river in the place where the dead rests. The difference may be that there is a Naihe Bridge in Hell in China, but there is no in the West."

"Since there is no Naihe Bridge, then a ferry is needed to let the souls reach the 'other shore', so... the 'God of Death' or the 'Styx Ferryman' came into being."

"Santu River is a very wonderful river. The width of the river will vary depending on the people crossing the river. The width of the river is determined by the amount of commission charged before the extradition of the God of Death. That is to say, if a large commission can be paid, the other side of the river is just a short distance away. Whether you can arrive on a ferry can all be controlled by the God of Death."

"So in order to cross the Santu River, the God of Death has the ability to manipulate distance. If the deceased has enough money, it can reach it instantly. But if there is not enough money, the God of Death will be thrown into the Santu River from the ship and become the soul of the deceased... Am I right? The 'Death' in this world?"

"...I never thought that with this alone, you could think of so many things." The guardian opposite spoke again: "Then, the soul over there, should you choose to be killed with this person, or should you accept my will and put on this mask and become a guardian?"

"Me?" Zhang Jie pointed at himself in surprise.

"Yes, although you were not a person in this world before you were alive, you were already a ghost in this world after you died. You are qualified to be one of the guardians. If you are a guardian, I can protect you in full." The guardian, no, maybe the masked man who should be called the God of Death now said affirmatively.

"I……"

"Don't be deceived by him, Zhang Jie!"

Zhang Jie hesitated and was about to speak, but Yang Yun laughed again and interrupted the conversation between the two.

"I'm so embarrassed. Can the deceased God of Death even use lies to deceive others?"

Zhang Jie's face was shocked, and although the God of Death was wearing a mask, he could not see the expression on his face. But he could tell from what he thought about that God of Death's face should not look very good at this time.

"Lie? What does it mean?" Zhang Jie asked immediately after coming back from his shock.

"Of course it's literal. He only said to protect you carefully, but he didn't say let my sister-in-law go?" Yang Yun shook his finger and said, "You know, my sister-in-law is not a person from this world..."

"You!" Zhang Jie was immediately furious, but he didn't expect that Death actually played a word game. If the classical beauty really died, how could Zhang Jie live alone? You know, she is the one who wants Zhang Jie to protect with his life.

"Gentle and smooth-mouthed." Seeing that his plan was discovered, Death stopped hiding it, but instead raised the dagger again.

"I don't know if you are slick, but through your words just now, I have discovered your three weaknesses." Yang Yun said calmly, "Zhang Jie, let us kill this so-called 'God of Death' and continue to live!"

"I'm so arrogant!" The god of death snorted coldly, unable to bear it anymore, lifted the dagger and rushed up.

Yang Yun was still laughing, and with a touch of his right hand, he took out several flying knives from the ring, and threw them at the god of death without hesitation.

Of course, this attack cannot have any effect, but in fact it does not work.

The God of Death infinitely extended the distance between himself and the flying knife, making the flying knife penetrated weakly in front of his feet.

But Yang Yun's smile became more obvious.

"Why am I not injured? Under normal circumstances, shouldn't you be able to directly penetrate my heart with one knife?"

"..." The god of death did not say anything, and Yang Yun continued to speak.

"The first weakness is that although your ability to manipulate distances has both 'stretch' and 'shorten', it seems that it cannot be used at the same time, right?"

Zhang Jie, who was beside him, suddenly realized.

Stretching the space so that all attacks are invalid, this is the strongest shield.

Shorten the space so that you can instantly approach an unprepared enemy, this is the strongest spear.

If both can be used at the same time, they can almost be said to be invincible. The god of death can completely penetrate Yang Yun's heart while stretching the space to avoid Yang Yun's flying knife.

But Death did not do this, that is to say, Yang Yun’s analysis is correct? Death is indeed unable to use these two abilities at the same time?

Yang Yun didn't know what Zhang Jie was thinking, so he continued to talk.

"The second weakness..."

"You are so arrogant!" Before Yang Yun could finish his words, the God of Death stabbed the dagger in his hand.

This method, which can almost be called a sneak attack, has indeed achieved results, leaving a deep wound on Yang Yun's arm.

If Yang Yun hadn't done the dodging action, then the dagger would have really stabbed the center.

"The second weakness."

Even after being injured, Yang Yun's voice remained calm.

"Although the ability to manipulate distance is very powerful, corresponding to it... your body is too weak now. This is the fourth sword, but it has not killed me yet."

The voice was as hard as steel, and it was completely different from the usual tone.

"If you have strong enough strength, then the dagger will pierce my arm directly; if you react fast enough, then the knife just now will pierce my heart, and I can't stand here and talk to you."

"..." Death did not respond.

"So you just issued a declaration of recruitment to Zhang Jie, and the purpose should be to seize his soul so that your abilities can be further exerted."

"...Continue, your wisdom is superman, and I also want to know what the third weakness is." After a while of silence, the God of Death said.

"So, the third weakness... your abilities all come from that mask, right?"

Seeing that the God of Death did not speak, Yang Yun was too lazy to continue mocking him, but said it directly.

"…!" The body of the Death God trembled obviously for a while, and after a long time, he slowly said: "Why did you... know?"

"Speaking of this, I have to thank you a lot." Yang Yun said: "When I threw the Soul Blade into your mask just now, you stopped, and you shouldn't have to stop."

"Although it is impossible to use both abilities at the same time, and there is no need to continue chasing, isn't it too strange to stop specifically?"

“…so what?”

"It's not that, I just find it strange." Yang Yun said, "But the next thing you said to Zhang Jie made me truly see your third weakness."

“…what sentence?”

"'Do you choose to be killed with this person, or to accept my will and put on this mask and become a guardian?"

Yang Yun repeated what Death had just said.

"It is strange to be able to become a guardian by wearing a mask. Although there is also a saying that she will become a member of a mysterious organization, I still feel that the guardian profession does not need to hide his identity, because no one knows who the guardian is."

"And, I was only 50% sure of this matter before, although it has become ten thousand now..."

“…”

After listening to Yang Yun's analysis, Death was silent for a long time before saying, "Then...even if you know my three weaknesses, how can you defeat me?"

"Ah, I have another thing to tell you before I talk about that."

“…what’s the matter?”

Yang Yun said with a hearty smile: "Ah, I'm sorry about the three weaknesses just now..."

"I lied to you."

"Varied……"
Chapter completed!