"Congratulations to the user for successfully resolving the tenth pursuit of the God of Death."

"The user completes the only main task: survive the ten consecutive hunts of the God of Death."

"The user gets a chance to draw once, and the watch space is expanded to 9 cubic meters. Will the user return immediately? If he does not return immediately, he will return forcefully after 24 hours."

“Go back now.”

With a blink of an eye, Zuo Xiaoyou disappeared into this world.

...

In the early morning, Claire did not wait for Zuo Xiaoyou's call.

On the morning news the next day, Claire saw the news of the plane crash.

Tears slid down, and Claire was in pain.

A few days later, when Claire sorted out Zuo Xiaoyou's relics, he remembered the bank card that Zuo Xiaoyou gave her.

"If we are still together in two years, that's our marriage fee. If we are separated in two years, the money is considered a breakup fee."

Zuo Xiaoyou's words were still in his ears, and Claire wiped his tears and went to the bank to check the balance.

The above clearly shows such a set of numbers - 5, 2oo, ooo

The currency unit is US dollars.

Claire burst into tears: "Left..."

This money can allow her to live carefree life for the rest of her life, and she can feel Zuo Xiaoyou's deep love for her.

However, her lover is gone and will never come back.

Alex, Carter and Billy, the three survivors, came to Claire.

"I don't think Zuo is dead." Alex's words shot into Claire's grey heart.

"Why?" Claire had a bit of pride and expectation in his eyes.

"All members of the plane survived," Alex said. "But only Zuo disappeared. Don't you find it strange?"

"I think so." Carter was a little grateful and grateful: "Look, it's been more than ten days since the plane crash, but I didn't encounter any accidents. This proves that Zuo must be alive."

"I think so too." Billy smiled with a silly sign: "Earthquakes and lightning cannot hurt Left, what does an air crash mean?"

"Then why didn't he come back?" Claire was excited.

The three of them exchanged their eyes, and finally Alex said: "I don't think he wants to implicate you."

"I?"

The three of them nodded one after another.

Claire burst into tears when he thought of the $5.2 million left by Zuo Xiaoyou.

"Left...you swear, you won't leave me...you bastard!"

The three men were speechless and quietly left Claire's home.

From then on, there was no legend of the god of death in this world.

...

Funeral home. Mortuary.

The black man sat on a chair and looked at the broken plane model, with a strange light flashing in his eyes: "Where did you go? That boy from the east."

In his hand, a small stone was gently thrown...

...

In reality.

"Enter the lottery turntable. This time the prize appears:

Items: Alex's Little Yellow Book, Claire's Dog, Carter's Car, Billy's Bike;

Ability category: Alex's death prediction ability, Claire's death perception ability. Black funeral corpse handling ability, Death design ability;

Cash category: 2ooo year 1o US dollar purchasing power, 2ooo year 1oo US dollar purchasing power, 2ooo year 1o, ooo US dollar purchasing power, 2ooo year 1, ooo, ooo US dollar purchasing power;

Characters: Claire, Alex, Funeralist. Telly."

“…”

Zuo Xiaoyou felt a bad feeling. The lottery category this time was so bad. I won’t talk about the items, they were all garbage, especially the little yellow book...; the ability category is pretty good, especially the death design ability of the god of death, but what the hell is the funeral guy’s corpse handling ability?

There is nothing to say about cash, he is not short of money; but among the characters, Claire takes it for granted, and Tylie is not unacceptable. But what are Alex and the Funeral Man? When did a man appear among the lottery figures?

What are you doing for me? Making a staple?

Thinking of Alex shyly revealing the little chrysanthemum, the funeralist smiled and played with his chrysanthemum...

Left and small, right were chilling.

Never draw these two, either of them are pitfalls.

"Does the user start the lottery?" Xiao Hei's prompt sounded.

It is a blessing or not a disaster, it is a disaster that cannot be avoided.

Zuo Xiaoyou gritted his teeth: "Start!"

"The lottery begins!"

The large turntable began to rotate, from slow to fast, from fast to slow, and getting slower.

Zuo Xiaoyou's heart also kept beating with the turntable, especially when the pointer approached Alex and the funeralist, Zuo Xiaoyou's heart was about to stop suddenly.

Don’t draw these two, don’t draw them!

Finally, the turntable stopped rotating.

Seeing the option to draw, Zuo Xiaoyou breathed a sigh of relief.

"Congratulations to the user for drawing Alex's death prediction ability."

"Death Prediction: Five minutes before encountering a death situation, the scene of the death process is sensed."

Good ability.

Zuo Xiaoyou was quite satisfied. Although he had already obtained eternal life, eternal life was only for life. If someone broke him with one shot, his life would also end. Now with such a ability, he directly gave his life safety a guarantee.

"What a pity." Tomoko didn't think so: "It would be great if she got the death design of the god of death. In the future, she would let them die in an accident, which was safe and effective. What a pity."

Zuo Xiaoyou was helpless: "There are too many bad people in the world, and I don't have the energy to meddle in those idiots. What's more, the bad people in your eyes may be good people in others' eyes. Killing people if you don't like them is a harm to the heavens."

"Brother Zuo is saying." Claire nodded obediently, but no one knew what he thought.

He paused: "Brother Zuo, would it be a pity if he didn't draw Claire?"

Thinking of Claire, Zuo Xiaoyou shook his head: "Nothing a pity."

"Why?"

"I prefer oriental girls." The big hand gently stroked Tomoko's head: "Claire...I just tried it out. Apart from being durable and having more variety, there is nothing special."

Picking up a feather duster from the bed, walking to the bookshelf and dusting the books: "And I don't agree with Western girls very much, they will make me a tauren at any time."

"Tatouid?" Tomoko was puzzled.

"It's just a cuckold." Zuo Xiaoyou said lightly.

"So that's it." Tomoko suddenly realized, looked at Zuo Xiaoyou's tall figure, blinked her eyes, and hugged him from behind. She smiled sweetly, "Brother Zuo, I will never betray you."

Feeling Tomoko's inexplicable enthusiasm, Zuo Xiaoyou chuckled: "Why did you suddenly say such words?"

"Girls are always sentimental!" Tomoko smiled sweetly.

"I don't understand."

"whee."

...

In fact, Chiko is blaming herself.

In the world of Death, except for the last plane crash, she did not help Zuo Xiaoyou. She could not sense the breath of Death, nor did she show the design of Death in time, allowing Zuo Xiaoyou to face the danger of death alone again and again.

Zhizi didn't say anything, but he felt extremely guilty.

I am also transformed by ghosts, and I should be able to sense the breath of death. But why... why can't I sense it?

The world of Gambling, Deer Cauldron, Dragon Ball, and Tomoko all played a very critical role, which once made her feel inflated, thinking that she had a great help to Zuo Xiaoyou, and Zuo Xiaoyou couldn't live without her help.

But the world of Death gave her a loud slap, and her face hurt, swollen, and hot.

The first time, Tomoko began to examine herself. Is she really indispensable to Zuo Xiaoyou?

Although the first three worlds themselves have greatly helped Zuo Xiaoyou. But without himself, can Zuo Xiaoyou also complete the task?

After pondering for a moment, Tomoko felt depressed. Even if she didn't have her own, Zuo Xiaoyou could complete the task, but it would be more difficult to complete the task and would not affect the result.

It turns out that I am not indispensable.
To be continued...