Julia almost screamed when she saw the portrait of the God of Death. She glanced at Fang Cheng, and then hurriedly handed the paper to the bald man.
"Director, look quickly."
The bald director took the paper and took a look. His face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot, seemed to be burnt and suddenly became darker.
Victor, who was standing behind him, also lost his expression.
Through the reactions of the three people, Fang Cheng knew that it might not be a good thing if he drew the portrait of Death.
He asked curiously: "Is this dangerous?"
The bald director handed the paper back to Fang Cheng: "Newcomer, you are in bad luck. You should have seen the movie Death Comes."
"Does the adult version count?"
The bald director suddenly didn't know how to proceed.
Why didn’t I know there was an adult version of Death Comes?
He handed the paper back to Fang Cheng and said angrily: "Go back and read the original version a few more times."
Fang Cheng took the paper and nodded: "Could it be that the one I drew is the God of Death in the movie?"
The bald director didn't seem to be interested in explaining too much. Julia beside him said in a hurry: "Yes, countless fatal misfortunes will happen around you in the next seven days. It will be useless no matter where you go and where you hide."
Fang Cheng disagreed: "I think it's quite ordinary, why are you so nervous?"
He had seen the movie. Judging from the performance in the movie, if you want to kill him, the power must be increased a thousand times.
Even if it kills him, he still has hundreds of lives left.
"Pretty ordinary?"
Julia's voice suddenly rose and her expression was exaggerated: "You must think you are very powerful, but no matter how strong you are, it will bring you bad luck that is fatal to you. There was once a person with super powers who was also targeted by death. , escaped several times with his powerful ability, but in the end he accidentally ate a bad stomach, suffered from diarrhea and collapse, and finally drowned in the toilet."
Fang Cheng: "..."
When I hear what you say, I don't feel dangerous, I just feel disgusting.
Asaka Minghui also felt disgusted, so she did not translate for Ye Yuqing.
Others in the conference room have noticed the movement here.
They had just come together, but when they heard that Fang Cheng had drawn the God of Death, they all dispersed for fear of being affected by bad luck.
Even the vampire with the 'I'm a dick' look on his face was no exception. He quietly took a few steps back, fearing that a cross would appear from nowhere and stab him to death.
"This newcomer is really awesome."
Little Spider put his head in his hands: "I mean bad luck."
The others looked at Fang Cheng as if they were looking at a dead person, and subconsciously kept a distance from him.
The coming of death is no longer just an evil spirit, but a prank from the gods, but no one can bear it.
No matter how powerful a person is, there will always be times when he is negligent, and the god of death can take advantage of it and take him away in a wave.
Under everyone's horrified gazes, Fang Cheng calmly put away the paper, picked up Ye Yuqing's paper, and asked Julia: "What kind of evil spirit is this rag doll?"
"This is an evil rag doll. It will follow you home and then summon all kinds of evil spirits to slowly kill all the creatures in your home."
Julia explained that the evil rag doll was originally a very scary evil spirit, but compared with the God of Death, it seemed harmless.
She glanced at Fang Cheng with regret, it was a pity that such a handsome and handsome boy was about to die.
Of course, I also admire his calmness in times of crisis.
The bald director obviously didn't care much about the life and death of a newcomer. He left quickly and returned to the office to search for the adult version of Death Comes.
Fang Cheng and Ye Yuqing were about to walk out when they were stopped by Victor.
He hesitated for a few seconds and then whispered: "If you plan to withdraw from this operation, I can help you contact St. John's Cathedral in New York, where you may be able to survive these seven days. If you want to go somewhere else, I will also Can help."
Even with Victor's indifference, he felt a little embarrassed at the moment.
Kamikawa Takumi asked him to take care of Fang Cheng, but in just one day he found him in an almost certain death situation.
If Fang Cheng died in the hands of death after returning today, Victor would not be able to explain to Takumi Kamikawa.
"Can you really help?"
Fang Cheng asked, "I want to stay in the White House for seven days. Can you help me contact him?"
Victor's eyes twitched. I can transfer you to live in the White House for seven days, but why do you still need to work here?
He said angrily: "Change it."
"Is the Pentagon okay?"
"..."
Victor had a sullen face, wondering why he hadn't realized that this kid was so deserving of a beating before.
Fang Cheng shrugged: "Nothing works, so forget it."
Victor did not persuade me any more: "Well, this is your own choice."
After Fang Cheng and Ye Yuqing left, he took out his mobile phone. It was in recording mode and had recorded the conversation between him and Fang Cheng.
Even if Kamikawa Takumi pursues him afterward, he can still use this recording to deal with it. It's not that he didn't try to help, but the other party doesn't appreciate it.
As for Fang Cheng, in Victor's mind he was almost dead. The only thing he could do now was to quickly order a coffin and a cemetery.
Fang Cheng and Ye Yuqing came outside the Homeland Security Bureau and found that the people in the conference room had not left yet and were gathering across the road.
Although this group of people pretended to be talking, their eyes frequently looked this way.
Not to mention Fang Cheng, even Ye Yuqing knew what this group of people was going to do.
They stayed here on purpose just to see if Fang Cheng would start experiencing bad luck as soon as he left home.
To put it bluntly, it’s not too big a deal to just watch the excitement.
"These bastards want to see our jokes!"
Ye Yuqing almost became angry and wanted to rush over and beat them up.
Fang Cheng quickly grabbed her and said, "Forget it, they are all a bunch of short-lived ghosts. They might not even survive seven days."
After being chosen as the successor by Yue Jianming, this naughty boy's temper became more and more irritable.
He didn't want to cause trouble, lest the North American coalition government find out that he had secretly entered the country. He probably wouldn't be deported directly, but he would certainly be invited to drink tea, and the matter would not work.
The two were about to leave when a strong black man suddenly walked over from across the road.
Both Fang Cheng and Ye Yuqing recognized him. He was the first person to come to the conference room and remained silent from beginning to end.
The black man came to the two men and said sincerely: "My name is Jack. I have a way to solve the pursuit of death for you, but you have to agree to one condition."
Fang Cheng said calmly: "What conditions?"
Jack looked Ye Yuqing up and down and smiled.
Ye Yuqing had already clenched her fists.
Although Fang Cheng was expressionless, he wanted to know what the difference was between the sewers in San Francisco and District 11. No one would notice if he put the body down there.
"requirement is……"
Jack looked away and Fang Cheng said ambiguously: "You have to stay with me for seven days, how about it?"
"You bastard, what did you say..."
Ye Yuqing rolled up her sleeves angrily and froze halfway: "Who are you talking about?"
Isn't it a drama about robbing a girl from a good family?
Fang Cheng was even more confused. No wonder this guy kept staring at him with strange eyes in the conference room.
It turned out that it was a look that wanted to unsheath the sword.
"Woman, I'm not interested in you, stay away from me."
Jack warned Ye Yuqing, then put his hand on Fang Cheng's shoulder and rubbed it gently: "Would you like to come to my house to play? My house is quite big."
boom!
The next moment, he suffered severe injuries to his abdomen.
Fang Cheng flew up and kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying across the road and crashing into the opposite wall with a loud bang.
The group of people on the other side of the road who were preparing to watch the theater were silent. Although this kid from Asia was definitely dead, it seemed that he was not easy to mess with before he died.
Fang Cheng took his feet back and was about to leave with Ye Yuqing, but found Ye Yuqing looking at him with a strange look.
"What's that look in your face?"
"It's nothing, just a little stressful."
Ye Yuqing sighed deeply: "In the future, I will not only have to guard against vixens, but also against vixens, and it will be really difficult for me to guard against troublemakers.
Fang Cheng just felt that this topic was too disgusting, so he pulled her and wanted to leave.
As a result, an angry female scream came from behind.
"Stop!"
The two of them turned around and found that Erica, who had been knocked unconscious by Fang Cheng's punch just now, was rushing out of the Homeland Security Bureau.
There were clear fist marks on her pretty face, her eyes bursting with anger, staring straight at Fang Cheng, and she strode forward.
"You hit me and you want to run away? I'm going to make you lie in the hospital for the rest of your life."
Obviously he was very upset about the punch just now and wanted to take revenge.
"let me!"
Ye Yuqing stood in front of Fang Cheng. She also saw that this woman was very unhappy. She had a lot of pent-up anger after coming to North America and needed to vent it.
Erica had changed from striding quickly to running, her hair turned into numerous entangled snakes, and her eyes were glowing faintly.
This is her ability. With Medusa blood, she can turn enemies into stone with a direct gaze.
Ye Yuqing felt her body stiffen and her movements became sluggish.
Fang Cheng is not worried. As the representative of the goddess, Ye Yuqing's power is not weak, and ordinary aces may not be her opponent.
The people across the street were about to disperse, but when they saw Erica rushing out, they immediately gathered together to watch the fun.
"Who will win? Do you want to take a bet?"
"I'll bet $10 on the two new guys."
"Erica is an old friend of ours after all. Who are you insulting with 10 dollars? Give me 20."
The little spider happily collected the gambling money, and suddenly screamed strangely: "Erica, be careful!"
A large truck suddenly lost control on the roadside and crashed straight into Fang Cheng.
However, Erica was in the middle, with her back to the speeding truck.
By the time Little Spider warned her, it was too late. She was hit by a truck as soon as she turned around.
Fang Cheng and Ye Yuqing hurriedly hid aside. The truck hit Erica and collapsed the wall on the roadside with a loud bang.
People across the road were dumbfounded, and a thought came to their minds - Death is coming.
Everyone could see that the truck was obviously heading towards Fang Cheng, but it was Erica who was injured.
Is this kid's luck good or bad?
The little spider used the silk to borrow the street light to easily jump across the road and go to the truck to check it out.
"How's Erica?"
"Dead, but not quite dead yet."
Seeing more and more passers-by watching, Fang Cheng directly pulled Ye Yuqing away.
This group of ability users watched the two of them go away. Although this kid was not easy to mess with, he was dead.
When they came to their senses, the people who had just placed bets discovered that Little Spider had escaped with the money.
