"Become a god on par with the gods. Never die. No matter what you do, you no longer have to worry about your physical strength."
Death squinted and smiled like a pervert.
“There will be no more emotional worries.
"You can leave this world anytime you want."
Meng Fei was startled. He seemed to hear more information.
Leave at any time?
Isn't it equivalent to a game? If you feel unhappy, you can log out at any time.
Perhaps the human world is just a game to gods. But what he said about "no emotional troubles" is only relative, not absolute.
Even if it’s a game, there are countless people in this world who are crazy about games. How could there be no worries?
You can assume that everything that happens here is not real and has nothing to do with you, so there is no need to worry. But how many real players can do it?
This is just an ordinary player.
Not to mention those professional players, gold mining studios, bricklayers, etc. whose game income directly affects their real life.
So Death is just a player?
"But you are also a god, and you are still dead. Otherwise, would you need to be resurrected here?"
Meng Fei asked tentatively.
"Oh, young man, you don't understand."
Death shook his head.
"God is immortal. What dies is God's living body.
“I need a living body to establish a country in the human world, collect order for me, and make me strong.
“But even if my living body is destroyed and the country is destroyed, I will still survive in the God Realm.
"only……"
"It's just that there is no source of income?"
Meng Fei asked.
"Hahahaha, smart man, you can understand this."
Death laughed.
"But in the future, if I start from scratch, I will always find a way to recruit believers and restore my identity as a god. Sooner or later, I will rebuild my body on earth."
Is this really a new account re-leveling?
Meng Fei thought for a while.
“But you took the easy way out this time.
"It may take hundreds of thousands of years to wait for your faith to spread again and rebuild, but you only spent seven years trying to rebuild your living body this time?"
"Oh, this is taking advantage of the loopholes of this world. So what? When you become a god, you can do the same."
"No, I won't become a god."
Meng Fei smiled and shook his head.
"Look at that one."
He pointed at Mantis King Zuofeng, who was heavily shrouded in black mist but still struggling like a trapped beast.
Zuo Feng's heart completely collapsed, and seven years of expectations and plans were ruined.
It's like a person who won a billion dollar jackpot, only to find out that he lost the lottery ticket when he went to claim the prize. From then on, he will no longer be happy to do anything else in his life.
His soul was dead, and his body was just unconsciously going crazy.
"YubWebeGudCentle.
"I'm afraid he won't believe it or understand it until he dies.
“It is only his body that can become a god, not his soul.
"You want to use his body to reshape your living body, right?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The face of the God of Death became distorted under the wanton laughter, the muscles on the temples on both sides bulged strangely, the mouth opened at an exaggerated angle, and the corners of the mouth were bloodyly torn open.
The expression of death reminded Meng Fei of a person.
X?
Ai Yi?
Is he still alive, or is he somehow related to this god of death?
"A little play on words.
"I didn't expect you to even notice this."
The God of Death speaks a strange language, which can be interpreted differently in different people's minds.
To Meng Fei, it sounds like Qingmang language. Waiting in Zuofeng, the Mantis mantis heard it as Mantis language.
But even in different languages, there are still different forms of word games.
According to the rules, he cannot lie, but he can say: "Do you want to sit on the throne of God like me?"
Not to mention that the person sitting on the throne may not be the true God, and he did not say what I will do to you after you sit on it. Whether it devours you or takes away your body is not said.
But as long as you answer the word "want", I will immediately fulfill your wish!
Meng Fei finally read all the cards and thought about them again.
Now he has exactly ten cards in his hand. Most of the time before, he hid these cards in his hands under the table and did not dare to take them out openly.
"Qi Mei, Zuo Feng, how about you give me all your cards?
“It’s useless for you to hold the cards anyway.
"Zuo Feng, give me your cards, you still have a chance of survival. Although you can't become a god, there is a possibility of getting out alive.
"Are you willing to take a gamble?"
He said to the left winger seriously.
After asking several times, he gave up. Zuo Feng was completely crazy. His soul was completely dead and he was unable to communicate normally with others.
Qi Mei glanced at Zuo Feng timidly, and then shook her head in panic.
Although she only had the last card and there was no use keeping it, she didn't dare to do anything without Zuo Feng's order.
Zuo Ge always sat there without saying a word. Seeing his brother in a state of rage and depression, there was neither a greeting nor an admonishment.
He had experienced everything probably a thousand years ago, so he no longer felt anything. Now he was just watching the show.
Meng Fei sighed. He has got all the cards he can get, and has made all the preparations he can.
The hourglass I chose has only leaked about a quarter of the sand so far. There is still plenty of time.
"I'm still a challenger now, right?"
Meng Fei gathered all the cards he had seen back into his hand.
"Of course."
Death's eyes flickered a little uneasily, avoiding his gaze.
"On the surface, there are ten people and twenty cards on the table. But that's not true."
Meng Fei kept taking out the cards in his hand and rearranging them.
"Actually, there are twenty-two cards in total."
"oh oh?"
Xiaoluo knew that it was time for her Master He Ma to perform again, and immediately entered the state of fangirling.
"Sir, where are the other two cards? Who are they hiding?"
Meng Fei touched her head and said:
"Look, there is nothing in front of us. But it's not the case in front of someone. We can hide things."
Xiaoluo glanced back and forth.
The entire long table is clean and clear at a glance. In addition to each person's cards, there is only a square copper plate in front of Death, and on the copper plate there is a copper bowl for throwing dice.
"Oh, I know! If there is a card hidden on this table, it would be under the copper plate in front of the God of Death!"
Meng Fei smiled slightly and turned his eyes towards the God of Death.
"Everyone is at the gambling table. Let's see if the cards on everyone's table are in compliance with the rules, right? Why hide them?"
The god of death's cheeks bulged, and the corners of his mouth were raised with round red paint.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, He Ma, I'm really sorry for your wonderful performance if I don't cooperate with you."
He picked up the copper plate and the copper bowl with both hands, and then suddenly threw it forward as if he was angry. The copper plate and bowl were thrown into the center of the table.
