Shhk!
The sound of a blade piercing flesh rang out, startling Qi Jiu into stumbling several steps backward.
The Nether God's Scythe pierced Chen Mo's heart. Crimson blood spattered the ground, glaringly conspicuous amid the ring of white funeral wreaths inside the camp.
Chen Mo's vitality drained away at a rate visible to the naked eye, yet his eyes were filled with amusement, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
I'm really sorry, Commander Zhou. I've made a mess of your funeral.
But I hope you won't be angry, because I'm going to save you.
For some reason, at the moment his physical life completely faded, Chen Mo felt no anxiety at all. He even looked toward Zhou Yuan's coffin and cracked a joke.
If Yi Tian or Qi Jiu had heard those words, they probably would have been astonished.
Even when Chen Mo was alive, he rarely joked so lightly.
Thud!
Chen Mo's body lost all its vitality and collapsed to the ground. The Nether God's Scythe in his hand vanished with it.
"What the fuck?!"
Qi Jiu's eyes went wide as saucers. Seeing his familiar friend's corpse on the ground sent his heart pounding.
"He... what's he...?"
Although he knew the mission was to go to the River of Life and Death, watching someone simply "die" their way there was still far too shocking.
"Boss, can he still come back to life?"
Qi Jiu looked at Chen Mo's stabbed heart and couldn't help asking.
Yi Tian sighed helplessly. "Hard to say."
"But... if he really can come back to 'life,' then his physical body won't matter to him anymore."
Qi Jiu scratched his head. He didn't understand, but it sounded impressive.
Moshiluo urged him, "Stop wasting time. Hurry up and 'die' too."
"We can't give the Grand