Julia nearly screamed when she saw the picture of the Death God. She glanced at Fang Cheng, then hurriedly handed the paper to Baldy.
"Director, take a look."
Bald Director took the paper and glanced at it. His face, already black as the bottom of a pot, seemed to get scorched and turned even darker.
Victor, standing behind him, also looked grim.
From their reactions, Fang Cheng knew that drawing the picture of the Death God probably wasn't a good thing.
He asked curiously, "Is this really dangerous?"
Bald Director handed the paper back to Fang Cheng. "Rookie, you're terribly unlucky. You've probably seen the movie Final Destination."
"Does the adult version count?"
Bald Director didn't know what to say.
How come I don't know Final Destination had an adult version?
He handed the paper back to Fang Cheng and said irritably, "Go home and watch the real one a few more times."
Fang Cheng took the paper and nodded. "So I drew the Death God from the movie?"
Bald Director didn't seem interested in explaining further. Julia, beside him, hurriedly said, "That's right. For the next seven days, all kinds of deadly misfortunes will happen around you. It won't help, no matter where you go or where you hide."
Fang Cheng was unconcerned. "This seems pretty ordinary to me. Why are you all so nervous?"
He'd seen the movie. Based on what happened in it, the Death God would need to be a thousand times stronger to kill him.
And even if it could kill him, he still had hundreds of lives.
"Pretty ordinary?"
Julia's voice shot up, and she made an exaggerated expression. "You must think you're powerful, but no matter how strong you are, it'll bring you misfortune that's deadly enough to kill you. A superpowered person