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The underworld is always dark, with a dark sky, a dark earth, and an unsettling mist filling the air. Not to mention the living, even the dead will feel uneasy and uneasy here all day long.

Fortunately, this situation will not last long. Every once in a while, the wind will rise in the underworld. The mighty wind sweeps everywhere, blowing the undead into the air, drifting in the wind like scraps of paper and fallen leaves, and finally falling to the underworld. In the river, flow along the River Styx to the destination and starting point of all souls, which is called the Sea of ​​Souls, a holy place that the gods yearn for but are not allowed to approach.

Of course, in the process of heading to the Sea of ​​Souls, the complete soul will be washed away by the River Styx, gradually collapse, and disperse into countless souls - which are the basic units that constitute the soul. In this process, all the past events of this soul will be completely dissipated, and even itself will be dissipated. In the future, these spirit children will form new souls with other spirit children and start a new life.

Sui Xiong floated by the River Styx, watching each soul being swept away by the sinister wind and falling into the River Styx. There were originally various expressions on their faces, but soon after falling into the River Styx, all expressions gradually calmed down and turned into a peaceful look.

It is said that the souls in the River Styx are in a deep sleep, a sleep from which they can never wake up.

With Sui Xiong's ability, it is not difficult to fish out a few souls from the River Styx. He also has this idea - the souls that enter the River Styx are almost ownerless, and whoever has the ability to fish them out belongs to them. As for taking them back and cultivating them into believers? Whether he transforms into a divine envoy or not is his own business. As long as you don't do anything harmful to nature, no one will bother you.

For example, they had a conflict with Sui Xiong at first, but later made peace with him with the help of Weiye and gave him the soul transformation technology of the Dark Night God. They often went to the Styx to salvage souls and went back to transform them into believer.

There is no way, the Dark Night Gods are all ghosts, vampires, necromancers... It is really not easy for them to seriously recruit believers. On the contrary, it is much more efficient to create believers by transforming souls.

Many small pantheons, as well as gods who have not started preaching in the main plane, will choose a similar approach. Even the kind gods do not object. In any case, it is better to become a believer and live in the Kingdom of God, or to transform into an envoy of God, than to become a spirit child and rejoin the sea of ​​souls.

Sui Xiong observed carefully, but after looking for a long time, he could not find even a single soul worth the effort to fish out of the River Styx.

His requirements are very high, and if the soul is not good enough, he would rather not take action.

A god like him whose church has a large enough scale does not lack the souls of believers.

After a while, he finally found a good soul. The soul was very strong. Although it had fallen into the River Styx, it still maintained a relatively complete self and did not fall into a peaceful sleep like ordinary souls. Then he started Disintegrate, this is the best material to transform into a divine envoy.

With a wave of his tentacle, it turned into a slender thread like a fishing line, and lightly reached into the River Styx. It immediately caught the soul and pulled it out of the River Styx.

"The strength is indeed not low." As soon as he got this soul, Sui Xiong was sure that his observation was indeed correct, and it was completely worth the effort to fish it out. So he quickly injected some divine power into the soul to stabilize it, and then put it away for the time being.

Because now there is business to do.

"Hello, long time no see." After greeting the figure who suddenly appeared not far in front of him, wearing a black robe and carrying a scythe, Sui Xiong first digressed, "By the way, I have always had a question. , your dress is similar to those of the seducers from hell, are they imitating you, or are you imitating them? "

The visitor is naturally the supreme god in the underworld, the God of Death.

The God of Death obviously didn't expect that Sui Xiong came to the underworld and released the news of inviting him to meet. His opening words were such questions. He was stunned for a moment before answering: "I have a cooperation agreement with the underworld, so I loaned them The costume of the Hell Messenger is just the ritual necessary to borrow some of my power.”

This answer was not beyond Sui Xiong's expectation, so he couldn't help but ask: "Then are you willing to sign a cooperation agreement with me? If there is an envoy from the underworld sitting in the court, I believe it can greatly strengthen our The state’s deterrence against criminals.”

The God of Death nodded: "That's no problem. I am willing to cooperate with all gods who respect the principles of life and death - but are you coming to me just for this trivial matter?"

Sui Xiong smiled, hesitated for a moment, and finally told his true purpose.

"I don't agree." After listening to his narration, Death replied simply, "Those lords have lived long enough and should not live longer. I have no problem with you occasionally helping one or two of them. But I want to This is not possible if we want to help them survive on a large scale.”

Such an answer did not surprise Sui Xiong. In fact, he had almost guessed that it would be such an answer. For the God of Death, apart from maintaining the principles of life and death, other things are not important - good, evil, order or chaos, it makes no difference to him.

It is acceptable for the gods to interfere a little with the life and death of mortals. But to interfere on a large scale would be beyond the limit of what He could tolerate.

Of course, everything is negotiable, but Sui Xiong couldn't come up with an exchange condition that would satisfy the God of Death. He wasn't a big-faced cat, and he had no intention of fighting a fight with the God of Death over such a trivial matter, so he had to forget it. .

He sighed with regret and was about to say goodbye when the God of Death suddenly asked: "Why do you want to help those lords survive?"

"In exchange for them assisting me in my missionary work," Sui Xiong replied.

"There are many conditions that can be exchanged, why should we exchange for the most difficult and valuable one?"

Sui Xiong was stunned.

He really hadn't thought about this.

For mortals, extending life is naturally a big deal, and almost anything can be exchanged for it. But... as the God of Death said, as a powerful god, he can do many things, so why would he exchange such a big thing as life extension with those lords?

"And... in my impression, aren't you promoting a republic?" Death continued, "That means you should be against the inheritance system of family lords. Since you are opposed to this, why do you want to help those who use territorial governance as a form of inheritance? What about the personal belongings passed down and inherited from generation to generation?”

Sui Xiong's eyes widened and he was even more shocked.

On the one hand, he was pointed out the blind spots in his thinking. On the other hand, he was surprised that the God of Death would care so much about human affairs.

"You...why do you study these?" he couldn't help but ask.

"Because it's boring." Death replied calmly, "The underworld is too boring. I always have to find something to do to pass the time."

Because he was bored... Sui Xiong was speechless. After a long silence, he asked, "So what do you think I should do?"

"What should you do? Why are you asking me?" Death asked, "What you should do should be decided by yourself."

"Don't have any suggestions?"

"I am the God of Death. Don't ask me about living things." After saying that, the figure of the God of Death disappeared without a trace, leaving only Sui Xiong standing in the air, silently meditating.

I had an attack of vertigo yesterday evening and I haven't fully recovered yet. There are only so many for now. If I can recover tonight, I will write the next chapter. I won't be able to recover tonight... I'll wait until I recover. So sorry!