Is this the posture of death?

The room was dark, and Saito Saito Yusuke stood beside the bed, his hands, feet, and his body were filled with wonderful power, which made him feel omnipotent.

Didn't wait for him to experience it carefully.

A deeper darkness emerged silently at the soles of his feet. The feeling of weightlessness rose and disappeared in an instant. His feet fell to the ground again and had left the rental house where he was.

Fall into a space where pure white light shines.

In front of him was a rectangular table with European-style candlesticks on it, and on both sides of the table were high-backed chairs engraved with numbers.

The giant beasts, like a mountain, lying in front of them, reflecting the luster of gold, plump golden wings and slender body shape.

Let Saito Yusuke recognize that this is the Dongfang Yinglong depicted in the book, and it turns out that it really exists.

"Welcome, Captain of the Fifth Division."

Saito Yusuke turned his head and looked at it, his eyes instantly turned white by the light.

Nothing was seen, and with heavy pressure falling on his shoulders, he was almost kneeling down, and had to move his head, holding his hands firmly on the high-back chair, barely maintaining his body standing.

"Are you the Spirit King?" He said in a question, and his tone was basically affirming the other party's identity.

"That's right."

Aoki threw out a token in his right hand and fell in front of him, "This is your death token. Holding the token, you can return to your body and slap it in your abdomen, and you can die."

Saito Yusuke took a deep breath, injected some strength into his hollowed-out body, and reached out to pick up the token.

The appearance looks like it is made of wood, and the touch and weight it feels like it is made of metal.

There are five numbers on the front and a flower on the back.

Looking at the shape of the flower, it is horses and drunken wood, and the flower language is sacrifice, danger and pure love.

He turned these thoughts into his mind, took the token, and said, "Can I ask something?"

"You ask."

"How many of the twelve captains except me are in Tokyo?"

“Three.”

"How many deaths are there? What is Xu?"

Aoki did not answer the question of how many death gods are, saying: "Xu is a monster that falls into the soul after death. It specifically devours human souls, including the God of Death. Your future job is to fight with Xu.

I will give you the power to recruit team members, and there are 493 people in total."

There were seven swords from the fifth team for him to sell, so the fifth team could not get enough 500 people.

"The detection method is to stab the heart of a person who feels like he can become a god of death with a knife. There is no need to solve it. If the other party is in a coma, it means success, and death means failure."

"Can I ask another question?" Saito Yusuke hurriedly followed, fearing that this person, like the messenger, would just say something and disappear.

"This is your last question."

Aoki raised his hand to see him off and silently put it back on the table. He did not want to have a deep friendship with the captains.

Leeks are used to cut.

The Qihai Huzi is an exception. He took away his first sword-raising and lived together again, and his friendship is naturally indispensable.

"Does there be no other skills in the Death God besides Zanpakura? Isn't that a Death God, whose ability is not suitable for fighting, suffers a lot?"

Saito Tousuke asked his doubts.

"Slaying technique, vain strike, instant step, ghost path, also known as the Killing of the Fist, is the four skills of the God of Death. You first develop the Zanpakura and then think about other things. Only the first stage of Zanpakura's liberation is the second stage of liberation, which can double your spiritual pressure."

After Aoki said that, he didn't have time to give the other party any more time to speak, and waved his hand directly, causing people to disappear into the Zanpakura space.

He can do it by killing the fist and walking ghosts, but unlike Zanpakura, if you want to teach the gods of death, you need to teach them in person.

He thought it was too troublesome, so he didn't teach him.

"swastika."

Saito Saito Yusuke looked at the dim rental house and swallowed all the words back. He was really an impatient Spirit King.

"Is this feeling the other god of death?"

The faint reaction was dotted in the distance, as if it were a candle blown by the wind.

Spiritual Pressure...

Saito Yusuke gently pushed open the door, closed it, jumped outside, landed steadily on the ground, and then jumped to the fifth floor opposite.

The strong wind curled his brown hair, his brown eyes were shocked, and the corners of his mouth gradually rose. He wanted to laugh, but he resisted the impulse.

It's not only that, but his power is not only that.

Saito Yusuke narrowed his eyes slightly, returned to the ground, walked for a while, and deliberately patted the pedestrian on the shoulder.

The other party turned around and looked at it, "Hey, it seems that someone patted me on the shoulder? Strange, why is there no one?"

He stood there, thinking that the spirit body was indeed unaware of it with the naked eye.

Saito Yusuke ran towards the nearest spiritual pressure reaction.

As he approached, he jumped onto a tall building of more than 30 stories and looked down at the god of death below, also wearing a black warrior suit, looking at the color of his skin as a foreigner.

It's strange, strange, no strange, no strange.

The country's military power is actually controlled by countries across the ocean, and those bases stationed in Japan are not used as decorations.

It is normal for the person responsible for maintaining extraordinary order to be foreigners.

Saito Yusuke continued to observe, and the god of death could not detect him. It should be that the difference between the spiritual pressure between them was too big.

What is the organization behind this God of Death?

He was thinking here, and many news flashed through his mind, trying to find clues, the air suddenly became a little chilling, and inexplicable fluctuations came from behind.

Saito Saito turned around.

The space opened an oval black cavity, and a monster wearing a white bone mask emerged from it. Its purple-red skin color, hair as flowing as kelp, and its appearance resembled a mantis.

"Is this Humi?" Saito Yusuke thought about it, thinking about the report of the murder in Saitama Prefecture on May 13. It was a big news at that time that so many people died.

There were claw marks of wild beasts left on the scene.

Is that the first time Xu has officially appeared in front of people?

Considering that the rich all gather here in May, the appearance of Death and Xu may not be too long.

Saito Yusuke's mind turned these thoughts.

Mantis Xu kicked his legs forward, waved his sickle with his arms, and the air made a sharp sound of breaking wind, and the sword light was dark, and he took his head straight.

Saito Yusuke simply drew his sword. With one wave, the mantis Xu's sickle broke, and the spiritual pressure on both sides was not on the same level.

Puff, a slender wound exploded on the surface of the mantis's body. It let out a whimpering cry, and opened its black cavity again behind it and retreated.

Saito Saito Yusuke chased after him.

"Don't go in!" The God of Death in CIA 9 shouted. It was still too late, and the strange figure penetrated into the black cavity.

As the black cavity closes, it disappears from sight.

He landed on the top of the building, his face full of annoyance. Where did he appear?

Where did the virtual come from? CIA 9th did not think about inquiring about it. Drones will be destroyed every time. The God of Death, who carries a camera, has never come back.

There is no signal as soon as the screen enters.
Chapter completed!