In the quiet study, strands of sandalwood slowly rose from the incense burner, diluting the breath of the ink scroll of books and adding a breath of wealth in the study.

After I finish dealing with the chores of the Alpha Empire, I should go to the Dead Hunter to see. The former leader of the Dead Hunter, Gul'dan, should have left many things that interest me... Looking at his notes on the table, Bai Yang thought secretly in his heart.

Bai Yang had only vague speculation about the deformity of the path to the gods, but when he learned from the leader of Montenegro Tatum that the leader of the dead hunter, Gul'dan, and the ancient gods, were all studying the path outside the path to the path to the gods, he could almost be sure that the path to the gods must be problematic, otherwise why those gods who have already walked far on the path to the gods still have to study other paths, it cannot be said that it is to broaden knowledge.

There will be no such thing as no reason in this world. Since these powerful gods do this, there must be a reason to do this.

"Just according to this guess, many things will become very interesting. If the road to the gods is wrong, the Twelve Empires have collected so many records of ancient gods. Why is the road to the gods still the mainstream path of the Twelve Empires? Is it because there is no other alternative path, or is there any other reason?"

Bai Yang slowly raised his gaze from the notes, reached out and tore off the papers recorded with a "sharp" from the notebook, then stood up, ignited it with a lighter, and murmured to himself as he looked at the hot and bright flames.

The flames were leaping in front of the poplar's eyes, as if dancing on paper. The poplar's fingers flipped, and the paper danced gracefully. The smoke that emerged was brought back to the flame by the flowing air, making it burned fully without leaving any smoke.

After the flames swallowed up all the paper, Bai Yang reached out and shook the ashes in his hand into the trash can, sighing:

"There are too few materials and experimental items. I cannot get the answer through these rare materials and experimental items. The only judgment is that the path to becoming a god may be a kind of thing outside the path to the deity. If this is the real path to becoming a god, then it would be interesting."

If his inexplicable transformation into strength is really the way to become a god, then what is he? Is he born a god?

So is he a natural god, or is Qiao Zhiwen, who died before, a natural god?

No matter what kind of feeling, there are problems, I can only say that there may be deep secrets in it, and these secrets have not been discovered yet.

After all, I understand too little. If there is enough data, I may be able to get a satisfactory answer.

"When I deal with the chaos of the Alpha Empire and infiltrate the Dusk Organization into the seven Chaos Potion Merchants, I will go to the Dead Hunter to see. If it is appropriate, I will incorporate them into the Dusk Organization. If it doesn't work, then I will use some violent means. In short, I will always take Gul'dan's notes to figure out what is wrong with the road to the gods." Bai Yang extinguished the sandalwood in the study, and walked out of the study while talking to himself.

The lights in the study slowly dimmed, and the wooden door closed, leaving only a darkness. Poplar walked down with the handrail of the wooden stairs. Just as he had just walked into the living room, Spielberg, with an angry face, ran to Poplar, and the crow scarlet fell immediately on the handrail of the stairs.

Is this being bullied again? Or is something happening again... Bai Yang raised his head and said in his heart that there will be problems with Spielberg and Crow Scarlett being together these days.

"Sir, can you control this crow? It's too much." Spielberg, a man of 1.9 meters, said with a grievance, as if he had just suffered a huge shame.

The crow looked at Spielberg with dissatisfaction and said, "Cow quack!"

That looks like he is saying, apart from complaining, what else would you do?

Bai Yang glanced at Spielberg, walked to the table in the living room and said, "What did Scarlet?"

When Spielberg heard Bai Yang’s problem, his face turned red. As if he had encountered something unspeakable, he stammered: “It…it stole all the toilet paper while I went to the toilet, and then asked me to call it… dad, and then gave me the toilet paper.”

As he said that, Spielberg took out a piece of sandpaper that was only the size of a thumb from his pocket. On it, you can clearly see the words "Call Dad, give toilet paper" with crooked handwriting, like a child's graffiti.

This is obvious that it was done by his own crow. Bai Yang could even think of Spielberg's expression when he pulled out the sandpaper from the paper tube.

Writing on the sandpaper, is this person afraid that Spielberg will use this paper to solve the problem? Should he say that the crow he raised is really smart to make people fool... Bai Yang reached out to take the sandpaper from Spielberg and took it, and then said to the crow who was parked on the handrail of the stairs:

“When did you learn to write?”

Although Bai Yang knew that after fusing the undead, Crow Scarlet had enough wisdom, he had already started to learn to write in just a few days, and this has really improved a bit.

If this kind of IQ is not a problem, you can be trained to become a spy, which may be of great use when necessary.

"Quake!"

When the crow scarlet faced the poplar, he immediately changed into a dog-licking face and shouted "quackly", as if he was saying that I was smart and praised me.

Through the connection between the undead, Bai Poplar could clearly feel the meaning expressed by the crow scarlet. He nodded and said lightly: "It's very good, so what's the end?"

The first sentence is praising the crow scarlet, while the next sentence is asking Spielberg how to solve the problem in the end.

Spielberg's whole body became stiff. The next moment his expression instantly changed from anger to seriousness, and he said firmly:

"Sir, let's make crow soup. I have a very good craftsmanship, and I have been studying this dish for several days."

Spielberg's heart to eat birds is immortal.

I understand, the next topic involves social death, so you finally recognize your new father... Bai Yang nodded, patted Spielberg on the shoulder and said, "Spielberg, think about it better, at least you have one more relative, right?"

Spielberg's entire face became stiff this time. He looked at Bai Yang with a forced smile and said, "Sir, comforting people is not so comforting. Your...the steps are wrong."

Bai Yang shook his head and said lightly: "This is not a comfort. I just advise you to accept reality. Anyway, you can't beat Scarlet Hong. It's not embarrassing to recognize a father. I remember that there is a braised egg in my memory and I refuse to recognize my father. I was beaten very badly."

"Quake!" Crow scarlet laughed proudly at Spielberg after hearing this.

At this moment, Bai Yang stretched out his hand and flicked the crow's head and said lightly: "But don't go too far. If there is a next time, I will really let Spielberg make soup."

The crow's "quack" laughter came to an abrupt end, like a duck that was strangled.

Finally quiet... Bai Yang reached out to pour a cup of tea, took a sip, and said to Crow Scarlet: "If you have time, Scarlet, you can watch more agents' movies and learn them. Maybe you can use them in the future. Follow me, you will have blood all the way and you won't kill anyone."

"Quake!"

The crow scarlet responded with open mouth and agreed, then the crow scarlet little head tilted, as if remembering something, and said: "Cow quack!"

Bai Yang suddenly turned his head and looked at the crow scarlet, frowned and said, "You just said that you saw an animal like you in the villa area? An animal carrying the undead?"

The crow's scarlet little head pointed, and then continued, "Quagua!"

"In Villa No. 033, is it a...taggy cat?"

Bai Yang suddenly seemed to remember something. Isn’t this the tabby cat raised by the second-middle boy? At first, Bai Yang was curious why this tabby cat was not afraid of him at all. You should know that no animal dared to approach him on the Aztec Square.

It turns out that cat has a problem, but why did I not feel that the cat has a problem when I first came into contact with that cat... Bai Yang frowned and said:

"You should have seen that middle-aged boy from that family, do you have any problems?"

The crow's scarlet little head shook his head immediately after hearing this.

"It's interesting. People are not people from the mysterious world, but cats are." Bai Yang reached out and placed the teacup in his hand on the table. "It seems that this boy named Yang Ping is very special."

At this moment, a sound suddenly came from the eaves. Poplar and Crow Scarlet at the same time looked out the window. A tabby cat jumped onto the wall in the continuous drizzle in the early morning, then jumped off the eaves skillfully, and jogged all the way to the living room. The legs of the poplar and rubbed their heads against the poplar's calves.

"It's really about Cao Cao - Cao Cao will be there." Bai Yang looked down at the tabby cat acting coquettishly under his feet, reached out to pick it up, and looked at it carefully.

Sure enough... the cat really has the breath of a dead soul on its body, and it is even as hidden as the crow scarlet body. However, the undead soul on the crow scarlet body is in contact with me, but this one has no connection, so it is difficult to identify it. Last time I didn't see it at a glance... Bai Yang looked at the cat cat next door, while secretly saying in his heart.

The tabby cat lay comfortably in the arms of the poplar, squinting its eyes, as if it liked the breath of the poplar, but the crow on the side was not happy, it started to scream "quackly", as if saying:

Little bitch, where is your own master?

However, the tabby cat just glanced at the crow scarlet provocation, then took his eyes back, as if he didn't take the crow scarlet in his eyes at all.

The Crow Scarlet seemed to be angry. The next second it swept directly towards the tabby cat from a distance. Just as the Crow Scarlet approached the tabby cat, a cat's claw flashed through the air, and a clear sound barrier flashed through the air.

"Bang!"

The crow scarlet hit the wall in an instant, then fell on the ground. After getting up from the ground, its little head was still shaking, as if the entire bird was stunned.

Well-fighted, little cat, add dried fish tonight... Spielberg wishes to buy dried fish for the tabby cat now. How about it, dead crow, you have encountered tough problems!

It seemed to be stronger than scarlet... and just as Bai Yang wanted to teach a cat and a bird a lesson, the strange breath of a man carrying the undead came from a distance, and the three people quickly approached Bai Yang's villa. Bai Yang couldn't help but frowned and said:

"It seems that there are quite a few guests tonight. Spielberg went to take out the mop and might have to clean it later."

"yes!"

Although he wanted to see the crow be beaten again, Spielberg still did not dare to disobey Bai Yang's words and immediately walked out of the living room.

After Spielberg left, Bai Yang took off the Tang Heng knife hanging on the wall, hugged the coquettish tabby cat in his arms, and stood on his shoulders with a black crow with a little confused head, and walked out of the living room.

Even though it was early morning, the drizzle was drizzling, and the whole sky was still in gloom. The earth was as dark as night. Poplar could clearly feel that there were three people carrying the dead in the distance gradually approaching.

Assassination... Bai Yang didn't expect that he would be assassinated in broad daylight, but after all, his own wanted order was still hanging on the dark web of the mercenary, so it was normal for people to come. There were always no one who thought there were too many experimental items.

With the rustling sound of raindrops, Bai Yang walked to the pavilion outside the door and sat down, put Tang Hengdao casually on the tabby cat, put his left hand on the scabbard and his right hand on the hilt.

In the distance, in the continuous rain like fog, three figures knocked open the rain curtain and flipped over the wall of Villa 032. At the moment when the three figures crossed the wall, Tang Heng was unsheathed.

The first figure that passed the wall was nailed to the wall as soon as it landed, and blood gushed out from the wound that penetrated, and the rain fell down with a bang.

When the second figure landed, Bai Yang had already broken the rain curtain and came to the two of them. At a terrifying speed, the rain naturally formed a barrier in front of him. The blade flipped in the shape of an "x" and instantly left a huge blade on the chests of the two behind.

Under the rain, you can vaguely see the internal organs flowing out of your abdomen. The three mercenaries who took on the mission did not even react to what happened and were directly chopped to the ground.

In the heavy rain, the rain quickly soaked Bai Yang's clothes. He reached out and pulled out the handle of the knife nailed to the first person's body. Blood gushed out with fragments of internal organs. Bai Yang shook the handle of the knife in the rain and retracted Tang Heng's knife into the scabbard.

At this moment, the tabby cat lying on Bai Yang jumped down instantly and bit the first man to come in.

The next moment, the undead that merged with him shook, and a faint green glow burst out from the eyes of the tabby cat. The shadow reflected on the wall in the living room lights turned into a huge cat. The shadow of the undead was instantly swallowed the reflection of the undead on the human body.

Bai Yang frowned and looked at the scene in front of him, reached out and lifted the tabby cat up, and said thoughtfully:

"Swallow the undead?"

Bai Yang can clearly feel the aura of the tabby cat that seems to have become stronger. What is this? Is it a way to become stronger by carrying the undead?

The tabby cat, who was held in Bai Yang's arms again, licked his pink and tender cat claws, and then looked at Bai Yang with a flattering look, as if he was saying that he still wanted a dead soul.

"You have eaten one, and the rest of mine still needs to be tested." Bai Yang shook his head.

"Meow!"

The tabby cat continues to act coquettishly.

But Bai Yang was unmoved and just looked at the tabby cat and said thoughtfully: "It's useless to act coquettishly. Your master is here, go find your own master!"

As he said that, Bai Yang turned to look at Spielberg who was walking out with a mop and said, "Spielberg, its owner is here, go and give it to its owner, and then drag the people in the yard to the basement."

"yes!"

Spielberg took the cat in his hand, turned around, and then said to the tabby cat in scatteredly:

"Little cat, I'll tell you that next time you hit that bird, you must be more ruthless. If the cat is not ruthless, the country is unstable..."

Three minutes later, outside the villa 032, drizzled drizzles fell on the ground, splashing water, and a hint of cold air. Yang Ping didn't know if it was his own illusion, but he felt that the bodyguard in front of him smelled a great smell of blood. Until the moment he closed the door, he seemed to vaguely see the scarlet and white bones on the ground.

And the moment the door closed, the loud noise made the boy wearing short-sleeved shirt shiver. He couldn't help but reach out and pat the tabby cat's butt and said:

"Nizi, why do you keep running to this store? Didn't I tell you not to run to this store? The owner of this store is a bit scary."
Chapter completed!