"I won't go back!" A voice suddenly came from the top of the railing at the bow. A figure wearing a black cloak carrying a huge sickle on his shoulder was sitting there, looking at the waves in front of him, and his tone was faintly excited.

Hearing this voice, the little white face turned black and glared at the figure fiercely, "What are you doing when you climb that high? Are you not afraid that the enemy will not see us coming?"

The man carried his sickle and slid down from the railing, standing in front of Xiaobai, "Hey, Bai Hai..."

"You are the white hair! Your whole family is full of white hair!" Xiaobai's hair was blown up all over.

"I'm not a white-haired man, nor is my whole family," a serious voice. "You look so "fragile" and you really fight. You are the most likely object to die."

Xiaobai was so angry that he was about to raise his knife to chop people. The black figure suddenly approached him and whispered, "I'm telling me seriously, I smelled it on you..."

The sound paused, and seemed to sniff it carefully again. Then a faint sound came from the night, "...the smell of death."

Xiaobai's body froze.

The figure who had just walked out of the cabin was yawning. When he heard this sentence, he blinked, "What is the "smell of death?", Does death still have a taste?"

Black sickle stood in front of Xiaobai and stared at him carefully, as if a little distressed, "The people I killed before will appear in this grayish aura before they die... and occasionally there will be sounds..."

The man who had just walked out was also frightened and frowned and went to see Ye Chen, "Hey, Ye Chen, or send Xiaobai back--"

After he said this, he suddenly saw Xiaobai’s eyes red, and turned around and glared at him fiercely, "Mu Zhao, you don’t need to meddle in other people’s business! I won’t die!"

After saying that, he pushed the two people away and rushed into the cabin with Lilia in his arms.

Three people on the deck watched Xiaobai leave.

Ye Chen had no expression, but something flashed in his eyes.

Mu Zhao frowned, looked at the new black sickle, and looked at "him" with some disagreement, but seemed to find no reason to blame him.

This kind of thing, whether concealed or said, is not the absolute right choice...

Black sickle seemed to scratch his hair, as if he was a little distressed, "He looked so angry, what should I do now..."

Mu Zhao walked to Ye Chen and looked at him, "You heard that even Xiaobai might be in danger. Are you not afraid of death?"

The four of them, Ye Chen was originally just one person. He even hid the brothers and sisters in the world. The three of them were still silly and followed by themselves...

Ye Chen didn't say anything. He withdrew his eyes and looked at the full moon ahead, not knowing what he was thinking.

Mu Zhao couldn't do it, so he came back and asked Black Scythe, pointing at Ye Chen, "What about him? Will he die?"

Black sickle was stunned for a moment, and looked at Ye Chen motionlessly.

Then Mu Zhao watched his pathological and simple aura suddenly become hideous and weird, as if he felt some terrifying aura, and he felt a sense of contradiction and excitement that he wanted to pounce on him desperately, but was inexplicably afraid...

Mu Zhao slapped "his" in the head and woke him up.

Black sickle held his face and lowered his head, "I'm sorry..."

"Will he die?"

"……should……"

Mu Zhao said "Hmm?", and this freak that Ye Chen picked up from somewhere always gave people a feeling that no one knew death better than "him".
Chapter completed!