Luo Bo sat at the table, slowly sipping a glass of red wine as he patiently waited for his target to appear.
Over the years, he had thoroughly figured out how to deal with that mysterious entity.
Take helping him kill someone, for example. If he provided as much assistance as possible, the lifespan consumed would be greatly reduced.
If he only provided a name and an image, the amount consumed would rise sharply. Even killing an ordinary person would cost him a year of his own life.
That was why, after obtaining this Old Grandpa, he had not become arrogantly self-important and proclaimed himself a god.
Killing one person cost a year of lifespan. That was far inferior to East Island anime's Death Note. That thing required no cost at all; all one had to do was write down the person's real name and know what they truly looked like.
That was why its owner dared to arrogantly play god.
Conversely, if he provided plenty of help, such as setting traps or creating fatal coincidences, that mysterious entity would only demand a tiny amount of lifespan, perhaps even just a few minutes.
Of course, he could not possibly do it himself. That would be treating the Public Security Bureau and the Patrol Division as if they did not exist.
Murders among ordinary people in the Eastern Continent had always been extremely rare, and the vast majority were crimes of passion.
That was because ordinary people who committed crimes had almost no means of escaping, unless they had dealings with the mysterious world.
He understood this clearly, so he would not try to challenge a colossal force like the Patrol Division.
As he was considering how to create an opportunity to kill, Huang Yan suddenly tugged at his clothes and