22:00.

Xiao Yang practices body strengthening techniques and dragon walking in his own gym.

I saw that he was extremely flexible in his steps and was easily swimming among the obstacles in the gym.

"drink!"

Every time he passes by the strength tester, Xiao Yang will punch the tester.

Shocking numbers flashed across the strength tester.

“180KG”

“215KG”

“200KG”

“195KG”

Sudden.

The light above his head suddenly flashed, and a few seconds later, the room was completely in the darkness where he could not see his fingers.

"Grass! What the hell!"

Xiao Yang was stunned at first, then couldn't help but curse, then stopped practicing and walked towards the distribution box.

It was at this moment.

In the darkness, Xiao Yang's exploration pace suddenly stopped.

Just because in front of him, a line of words suddenly appeared strangely.

...

【Do you believe in God?】

【YES/NO?】

...

The strange words exuded a gray and unknown aura.

But at this moment, there seemed to be a voice in Xiao Yang's mind, like a devil's murmur, urging him to make a choice.

“YES.”

The moment Xiao Yang made his choice, his body suddenly disappeared from the spot.

...

One minute later.

Xiao Yang, who strangely disappeared from the house, appeared silently again just like when he disappeared.

“Hu…hu…hu…hu…hu…hu…hu…”

Xiao Yang reappeared in the darkness, but he knelt on the ground and gasped for breath.

No one saw it, his forehead was covered with cold sweat as big as beans, dripping to the ground.

A few seconds later, Xiao Yang was still in shock, but bursts of strange laughter: "I survived... Hey, haha, haha, I actually survived! I am indeed a genius!"

Tick.

"From today, I, Xiao Yang, is no longer a mortal! Hahaha..."

Tick, tick.

Xiao Yang suddenly felt a little strange.

The sound of his sweat dripping on the ground seemed extremely clear inside the house.

Did he sweat so much?

“…”

A hand quietly poked out from behind Xiao Yang, carrying a cold light like a poisonous snake spitting a letter, and gracefully swept across Xiao Yang's neck.

Puchi.

After a few seconds, Xiao Yang felt something was wrong.

"Why is your neck wet...huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Xiao Yang originally felt a little strange and subconsciously touched his neck.

It's sticky, wet, and doesn't look like sweat.

He wanted to talk to himself, but when he opened his mouth, Xiao Yang found that somehow the breath that should have been emitted from his nostrils inexplicably leaked out of his neck, making a deflated sound of a tire.

After a few more seconds, Xiao Yang fell to the ground weakly, his eyes full of fear.

who I am?

Where is this?

What's wrong with me?

Xiao Yang clearly felt the rapid passage of life, and every inch of his skin in his body was turning from warm to cold at a terrible speed...

"Do you know..."

In the darkness, Yi Lin walked out from behind Xiao Yang and then slowly squatted in front of Xiao Yang.

The tone was as calm as an old friend reminiscing about the past and talking about family matters.

"It took me 832 days to become good friends with you in the eyes of my classmates."

“I envisioned 26 postures and angles where you go back to the real world.”

"I have used the opportunity I have given you homework in the past three years to recall the structure of your homework in my mind 2542 times."

"I practice slashing my throat with a dummy who is consistent with your height 41,600 times."

"I also made 18 plans to finish the blow if the throat cut fails."

Xiao Yang tried hard to reach his hand towards the black shadow in front of him, his eyes wide open, full of fear.

His consciousness gradually became blurred, but Xiao Yang still vaguely knew that this was his "good friend" Yi Lin's voice.

A familiar and unfamiliar voice.

"All I have prepared for this day."

"To be able to kill you who has just become the [Apostle] in order to be able to do one hundred percent and be sure of everything."

"You have not had time to become the leader of the [Eight Shadows] under the [Death Knight] seat."

"You may ask, why do I know you so well? Haha, four years later, as the public enemy of all mankind, you even wet the bed when you were a child, and you were clearly found out..."

"Some people know that there are actually two ways to become an omnipotent [Apostle]."

"One is a genius like you who have a total measurement attribute of more than 10 have a certain chance of being [summoned]..."

"And the second type is to kill the [Apostle] with the weak power of human beings... with his own hands."

Yi Lin suddenly laughed: "Ah, sorry, I've held some words for too long, it's really unhappy to not say them. Now it's much more comfortable. Thank you, my good friend."

It was at this moment.

A gray card emitted a trace of strange gray light, which quietly floated from Xiao Yang's head.

"Oh? Dead."

Yi Lin's eyes were still as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

"Your death posture is the same as I guess." Yi Lin smiled slightly, and without hesitation, he reached out to the gray card floating in the air.

...

【Do you believe in God?】

【YES/NO】

“YES.”

...

[Unregistered persons kill "first-level apostle", and their qualifications are being transferred...]

【Register successfully!】

【Registered Area: Tower of Death.】

【Register ID: 1010.】

[Detective Apostle 1010 has an "unknown module", is it loaded?]

【YES/NO】

...

"Unknown module?"
To be continued...