Fang Cheng took a look at the time and found that it was 11:55 in the night, and he suddenly burst into laughter.

The attack of Death is calculated based on the day, and it cannot be struck twice a day and will take effect after 12 o'clock in the evening.

Victor probably aimed at 12 o'clock and dared to come to the door before he could reach 5 minutes.

But he didn't know that there was another attack from Death today that did not come.

Fang Cheng got up and walked to the gate, opened the door and saw that there was indeed a car parked on the road outside.

He looked up at the sky again and saw that the rain had become much lighter, only turning into dense drizzle, and there was a dull thunder in the night sky.

These days he was afraid of being struck by lightning at home, but it rained for a few days, and although the thunder kept thunder, it did not struck him.

Instead, the doll hanging in the yard was chopped several times.

Fang Cheng walked out of the house without an umbrella.

He was very curious about what Victor had to do with him.

Victor had already got out of the car and saw Fang Cheng approaching, he quickly raised his hand: "Wait, have you been attacked today?"

Fang Cheng nodded: "It has been attacked."

Victor glanced at his watch and it was a few minutes before 12 o'clock. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and walked to Fang Cheng.

After getting closer, he looked at Fang Cheng who was intact, and he had to admit in his heart that he had misunderstood.

I originally thought that these two young people from District 11 were troublesome, but I didn’t expect that they were so strong.

Being able to survive the sixth day of Death attack is at least an A+ level within the Homeland Security Bureau, and he is the elite among the elites.

The bald director, including him and Julia, and the group of non-staff members, always believed that Fang Cheng would die at the hands of the god of death.

But he lived a relaxed life until the sixth day, which was not achieved by luck, but by real strength.

A powerful person can gain respect wherever he goes.

The same is true for Victor. The reason why he has been in contact with Fang Cheng these days is to establish a good relationship with him.

If this person can survive the seven-day attack of Death, he will definitely be a target worthy of winning.

Fang Cheng could also feel Victor's attitude change, but he didn't care. He would not stay in North America for too long.

"What's the matter if you come to see me in the middle of the night?"

"I'll just say one thing to you."

Victor glanced around and then replied in a low voice: "If you can survive tomorrow's danger, Director Tony will let the survivors gather together to wait for the invitation of the Gate of Heaven. No matter how many people survive, there will definitely be insiders. You'd better not trust anyone."

Fang Cheng looked at Victor with great fun. He had seen the information that Sato Mai stole from the Security Bureau's data library.

This third-level investigator is not simple.

"What kind of insider? The Gate of Heaven?"

"Maybe, or maybe not, you have to be careful."

"It's so simple, can't you tell me on the phone? You have to go there specifically."

“The phone is not safe.”

Victor's face was solemn. It was not just a phone call. Even the car behind him was afraid that someone would install a wiretap device, so he got out of the car and talked to Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng asked again: "Don't trust anyone what you said, including yourself?"

Victor was not angry, but smiled faintly: "It depends on your own judgment."

After saying that, he waved his hand and prepared to leave.

Fang Cheng looked at his back and suddenly reminded him.

Danger!

At this moment, Fang Cheng's hair stood up one by one, as if there was a static current.

He immediately understood what danger was coming and used the God of War bloodline as soon as possible.

But before he could escape with teleportation, danger came.

boom!

Accompanied by the deafening thunder, a lightning bolt slashed at Fang Cheng.

The entire yard was illuminated by the dazzling light and the house next to it was shaken.

Faced with the falling lightning that was close to the speed of light, Fang Cheng had only had time to use the bloodline of the God of War with his heart's early warning, and he could not escape and could only resist.

The thunder came and went quickly, and disappeared in an instant. Fang Cheng, who was charred all over his body, stood there, and a faint blue smoke emerged from all over his body.

Ye Yuqing, who heard the movement, left the mahjong and rushed out. Seeing Fang Cheng smoking all over his body, he didn't know that he was struck by lightning.

"Acheng, are you okay?"

"fine."

Fang Cheng deeply exhaled a deep breath with burnt smell.

The attack of falling thunder is far inferior to that of Isis. He can resist it with only the bloodline of the God of War. It is nothing more than being burned inside and outside the body and can recover soon.

Seeing Fang Cheng return to normal, Ye Yuqing breathed a sigh of relief, then pointed to a charred black human body lying on the ground in the distance and asked, "What is that?"

Fang Cheng turned his head and glanced: "..."

Oops, I forgot that there is someone next to me.

Fang Cheng hurried over and found that Victor was completely turned black and smoke was everywhere, as if he could not die anymore.

"You said you can just make a phone call and you have to go there yourself. Now, run directly into heaven."

He squatted down speechlessly and sighed deeply: "Oh, I didn't even leave a last word, I want your treasures too."

Victor always planned to set up a coffin and cemetery for Fang Cheng, but he didn't expect that in the end, Fang Cheng would need to set it up for him.

Victor, who was lying on the ground, suddenly sat up and opened his mouth and vomited a large mouthful of black smoke.

His whole face was dark, his hair was burnt, and his eyes and teeth were still fairly white, just like a black man in the dark.

"Didn't you say you've been attacked today?"

He shouted at Fang Cheng: "Why are you still struck by lightning?!"

Fang Cheng shrugged: "It's been attacked, isn't this the next time left?"

Victor: "…"

He was fooled, and this bastard must have deliberately not told him.

Fang Cheng reached out and wanted to help him up: "Get up, do you want to go to the bathroom to take a shower?"

"Don't touch me!"

Victor quickly refused Fang Cheng's touch, and he was scared.

Fortunately, I was far away from Fang Cheng just now, otherwise I would definitely be struck to death by thunder.

Now 12 o'clock is definitely over, and the attack on the seventh day will come at any time.

Victor himself got up from the ground, not even saying nonsense, and waved goodbye to Fang Cheng, and staggered into the car and left.

Tomorrow he will hide at least ten kilometers away from Fang Cheng, so as not to be affected by this unlucky bastard again.

He is still young, only thirty-five years old, but he doesn't want to die young.

Fang Cheng looked at Victor's leaving figure and smiled slightly.

This guy was not dead after being hit by the lightning, and he was in a mood to pretend to be seriously injured. He must be more than just a third-level investigator.

However, he said that there must be an insider among the survivors at that time, so we should pay attention to this matter.

...

The seventh day of opening the invitation letter.

Fang Cheng didn't sleep all night last night, just waiting for the last two attacks by Death.

These two attacks were ace's full-strength attack, and even he didn't dare to be careless.

Takukai Kaguawa is also a trump card. His sneak attack can make Isis suffer a secret loss, which indirectly leads to defeat.

Fang Cheng has experienced it himself, so of course he won’t take it seriously.

He did not stay with Ye Yuqing today, but kept a sufficient distance and stayed in the backyard directly.

Ye Yuqing was in the front yard and could run away if there was danger. She had already caught five evil spirits and no longer had to worry about the attack of the evil spirit doll.

While Fang Cheng was moving in the yard, a little spider was standing by the window in a house hundreds of meters away, observing Fang Cheng with a telescope.

Not only him, but also a magician dressed up by a magician, Jack, who wanted to post a post with Fang Cheng, and Erica, who was hit by a truck.

"This Asian will definitely die today."

Erica poked a portrait with a knife indignantly, with Fang Cheng's sketch on it.

Of course, she does not have the ability of Kagukawa Takumi, and even if she pokes the portrait, she will not hurt a single hair of Fang Cheng.
To be continued...