The witch school beauty had no scandals until she met me

The report had already described all the contents of this training camp, and Death finally understood why this training camp was progressing so quickly.

It’s all because of this Mahjong King.

However, the God of Death was still very satisfied with his performance.

"This kid is so cruel. Anyone who takes the potion is killed instantly with one move."

"very nice."

Death was very happy.

He would kill ordinary people whenever he wanted, and there were many of his toys on the mountain, but he was still very eager to recruit talented people. After all, the Death Gang was one of the top three gangs in the gray area, and every additional talent like this would make their gang stronger.

If Tingyu didn't have experimental subjects, the Death Gang would have taken over long ago.

Thinking of this, the Grim Reaper said to the black-clad men below: "Future battles will be conducted according to the requirements of this time. Lead the ten people this time through the cave. For those who survive, find a way to let them stay."

"Yes!"

After saying that, the man in black turned and left. Death turned around happily and looked at the little boy on the stage.

The little boy was full of curiosity: "Uncle, what are you laughing at?"

"Siqing, do you remember what your uncle said to you when he took you up the mountain?"

Si Qing looked at the Grim Reaper, then wiped the sweat off her body: "My uncle told me when he took me up the mountain that if you want to practice your skills well, you should forget all the emotions in the world, so that you can become stronger."

"Correct."

"Tomorrow, I will make you cut off all feelings in the world."

The Grim Reaper smiled.

If there is a devil in the world, Death might be one of them.

He killed his father and mother since he was a child. When he was eight years old, he poisoned and killed everyone in the village. Later, because of his talent, he became a master in a Taoist temple.

But after he learned all the martial arts, the first thing he did was to kill his master.

Along the way, he'll kill everyone he cares about.

But now, he only wanted to train Si Qing to be like himself, so when Mu Qingcheng entered the training camp, he asked the black-headed instructor to secretly protect Mu Qingcheng. What he wanted to do was to let Si Qing kill her own father with her own hands.

Si Qing, who was standing next to him, looked at the face of the Grim Reaper. He just nodded calmly without showing too much emotion.

Only his young heart was trembling secretly.

What does it mean to cut off all worldly feelings?

He was only four years old and didn't understand. He only knew that he had to do what the God of Death asked him to do, otherwise he would become like the monsters on the mountain...

Thinking of this, Siqing once again rushed towards the god of death with her young body.

"boom!"

fall.

"boom!"

Keep falling.

Seeing Si Qing's efforts, the God of Death could not help but nod, but he still said with regret: "It seems that you can't snatch what I have today. In this case, the training content will be doubled."

"Go run first."

"it is good."

Si Qing dragged his tired body to his feet. Although his small body was covered with scars, he still insisted on completing the task assigned to him by the god of death.

The Grim Reaper standing by couldn't help but nodded in his heart.

Siqing is the most resilient of all the children he brought up. When the other children saw the toys they created on the mountain, they fainted on the spot, but Siqing was the only one with a look of curiosity on her face and even went up to interact.

This is what made the God of Death appreciate talent.

He is old now and urgently needs a beloved disciple to inherit his legacy.

Siqing is very good, that's why he tortures this kid every day.

But Siqing didn't know this. He thought that only by constant training could he avoid turning into those monsters. He had to wait until his parents came to save him!

..............

at the same time.

In the camp at the foot of the mountain.

It rained heavily in the training camp tonight. The foul smell outside mixed with the sweetness of the rain formed a strange smell that rushed into Su Hong's nostrils, making it difficult for him to sleep.

Turning around, he saw Mu Qingcheng lying not far from him.

At this moment, he was staring at the ceiling with his eyes open, not knowing what he was thinking.

Su Hong said jokingly: "Brother-in-law, I was just joking with you. It's mainly because my sister-in-law wants to see you. She didn't mean to scold you. You won't be so angry that you can't sleep at night..."

Mu Qingcheng, who was standing by, shook his head helplessly after hearing this.

In fact, he knew that Mo Yuqing missed him, and Su Hong was just looking for an excuse for them to video chat.

Although Mo Yuqing scolded him, she was more concerned about his injuries. How could he not hear it?

"Actually, I didn't miss Yuqing."

"I was wondering how Siqing was doing."

After the words fell, Su Hong responded with understanding: "Si Qing, it should be fine."

"He's different from the Death God's toys. Si Qing is from the Mu family. Your Mu family has a close connection with my mother. He doesn't dare to take action directly. If the Dragon Country's God of War descends on the gray area, even the Death God Gang won't be able to withstand it."

"And I will kill the Grim Reaper tomorrow, and then you can be reunited with Siqing."

No matter what, Si Qing is his nephew, and Su Hong will not leave him alone.

Although killing the Grim Reaper is a system task, saving my brother-in-law and Siqing is also my duty.

Although the arrival of the Dragon Kingdom's God of War was just a word of comfort to Mu Qingcheng, Su Hong knew that Si Qing would not die for the time being, and even if she died, it would not be so soon.

Mu Qingcheng, who was standing by, felt a little relieved after hearing this.

After a while, Mu Qingcheng suddenly said, "Thank you, Su Hong."

"Otherwise, with my strength, I'm afraid I won't be able to rescue Siqing in a short time."

Su Hong smiled and said, "Your strength has improved very quickly. In a few years, who can say who is stronger, you or the God of Death?"

"This guy is a veteran killer, probably in his fifties or sixties."

"You don't need to comfort me. If you are not as good as others, then you are not as good as others."

"I thought that entering the training camp would make me extremely strong, but I didn't expect that after coming out, I still couldn't compare with the real masters."

Mu Qingcheng felt a little bitter.

After so many days of hard work, he finally realized how powerful those fifty-six people on the killer list were.

The instructors in the training camp were already a target that he couldn't catch up with, let alone the god of death.

Su Hong couldn't help but curl his lips after hearing this.

This guy really wants to become fat in one bite.

With his current strength, he is almost the same as the Poker King and Bear King at the beginning, and is even stronger than they were back then.

If we rank them now, Mu Qingcheng would definitely be in the top 100 killers. What's there to be dissatisfied about?

You have to know that the Poker King has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. How long have you been practicing it? Can you make yourself invincible in just three or four months?

You think you are me!

Is there a system too?