Welcome the return of the god of death!

These six words are full of excitement. The voice is not just spoken simply, but roaring with all your strength!

The man with a hideous scar on his face and the evil-haired woman were originally high and respected by the whole sickle. Now they were like one, who finally found their parents' wandering child, and they cried so hard that they cried!

The dozens and hundreds of members of the sickle base were stunned when they saw the words roaring by the two leaders, and then they looked at the man in white carefully. Then their faces were full of excitement, their eyes were red, and they knelt down and shouted loudly: "Welcome to the return of the god of death!"

They finally recognized who the man in white was in front of them!

Who isn't the God of Death who has left this sickle and has been for three years?

Wei Ziqing's face was originally cold. Even if anyone came back, he heard that the forces he established had such a big event in just three years and was kicked out of the base. No one could calm down!

But looking at the evil ghost and Meng Po, looking at the excitement on the faces of the members of the huge sickle base, the fatigue and frost on their faces, and the coldness on their faces finally relieved a little.

"I haven't been asleep for a long time?" Wei Ziqing glanced at everyone and said.

A group of people lowered their heads and after a long time, they nodded softly.

When Meng Po and the evil ghost heard this, a trace of guilt flashed on their faces, but they did not dare to speak!

"Everyone goes back to sleep!"

Hearing this, the group of people were stunned, but they did nodded quickly. With the words of Death, they were not worried about anything else going on at this base. On the contrary, they seemed extremely excited. They knew that when Death came back, everything was about to be solved!

As for the traitor, they were not even worried. They seemed to have seen the scene of the traitor being lingchied!

So relieved, so comfortable!

Wei Ziqing did not look at the expressions of the people, but just glanced at the evil ghost and Meng Po indifferently. Then, he walked towards the wooden house where he was temporarily commanding. The evil ghost and Meng Po, who were originally vicious, lowered their heads and followed Wei Ziqing honestly like a child who had done something wrong.

In the conference wooden house.

Several wooden chairs were placed in scattered pieces, and various instruments were thrown everywhere on the ground around. Wei Ziqing frowned. This place was not like a base, but more like a utility room.

"Tell me, where is Yama? What about the judge? And, what happened? What is the hell organization?" When he came here, Wei Ziqing glanced around with his prisoner's eyes. Ethan was not there, and even the judge was not there, which made his heart sink a little!

Especially the newly popped up Hell organization, it even more obvious that the difference is not simple!

"Death God...Yan Luo..." Hearing Wei Ziqing's words, the evil ghost's face was full of complicated expressions, guilt, hatred, self-blame, with a mouth, clenched his fists, and gritted his teeth. He didn't know where to start!

Wei Ziqingxin glanced at the evil ghost's appearance, and said nothing, but just looked at Meng Po and signaled her to say.

Meng Po's face was full of gritting teeth, but she did not like an evil ghost, but instead organized the language and blamed herself: "Death, I'm sorry, this is our fault. We don't know that the judge's heartless thing would do that kind of thing..."

Listening to Meng Po's words, Wei Ziqing's face was full of sneer, and an invisible murderous aura emanated from him.

The murderous aura was cold, and it seemed as if it was being targeted by a god of death. Although it was not targeting Meng Po and the evil ghost, under this murderous aura, the eyes of the two suddenly narrowed, their faces were full of horror, and their whole body was trembling!

Wei Ziqing never expected that such a big thing happened in this sickle in just three years. The judge actually betrayed and imprisoned Yan Luo: Ethan at the Hailin Canyon Base!

Originally, with the real strength of the sickle, this judge was enough to betray the evil ghost, Meng Po and others. However, because of his status, this judge controlled Yisen Yan at the first time and occupied the intelligent system left in the sickle base, making Meng Po and the others unable to take action!

Also because of his loyalty to Wei Ziqing, he retreated to this place with his unrebelieved members and wanted to rescue Yan Luo!

"What a judge!" Wei Ziqing sneered. The judge was the leader of his own conquering a base. He looked at his abilities and promoted him step by step. It was because of his original gaze that he surrendered at the first time and became the judge!

Become the third leader of the sickle!

Unexpectedly, this judge even betrayed him!

very good!

Very good!

Wei Ziqing's eyes were full of murderous aura, and with coldness, he looked at Meng Po and said, "Where is Yan Luo? Is he still alive?"

Ethan came to Iron Man himself, the second friend he met in the Marvel World, was caught in this rebellious dispute because of himself. Therefore, after knowing that something happened to him, what he cared more about was Ethan's safety!

"The damn traitor of the judge, he dared not treat Yan Luo anything. After all, he still has to control Yan Luo and threaten us. If Yan Luo dies, he also knows that it will definitely cause our bloodthirsty counterattack, so he did not attack Yan Luo. But it is precisely because of this that we cannot treat the judge at all!"

Meng Po's face was full of helplessness. During this period, Scythe had fought with Hell several times. Every time, it was precisely because this Yan Luo was controlled by him. In addition, the firepower of his and others was weaker than that of Hell. He could not get any benefits at all, but instead lost countless brothers!

What's even more terrible is that the damn judge was cunning and cruel, and often came here to harass him, so that they had no time to rest, so Wei Ziqing looked tired!

"Is it okay?"

Wei Ziqing felt relieved when he heard Meng Po’s words, but when he heard him say that he could not do anything to the judge hell, his face was full of sneering. Then he saw the evil ghost and Meng Po said lightly: "Tell brothers, don’t sleep, you have to sleep, go back to Hailin Canyon, and sleep at our real sickle base!"

After saying that, he ignored the evil ghost and Meng Po, walked to the door, pinched his sword, stepped on the Eighteen Hells, and left with a sword!

Looking at Wei Ziqing flying away from the sword, the evil ghost and Meng Po showed a look of horror on their faces. Three years ago, the God of Death was very strong, but he did not have the strength to fly. But today, he actually...

However, this is not surprising. They also know that on this earth, there are many people with special abilities, and it is normal for the god of death to have it!

"No, the God of Death just now meant..." The evil ghost looked at Wei Ziqing who left, and looked at Meng Po in confusion. Why didn't he seem to understand what the God of Death meant? Hasn't the Hailing Forest Canyon become a hell organization? How can he go back to sleep?

"Idiot!" Meng Po looked at the evil ghost with contempt on her face: "The God of Death is back, and the direction is towards the Hailin Base. What do you mean by the God of Death?"

After saying that, he ignored the evil ghost who was a little dull when he heard this, but quickly informed the brothers who were originally going to sleep!
Chapter completed!