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Perhaps most humanoid natural disasters don't know how to dress up, especially Vlad, who has died many times.

After all, for an undead, he has completely lost interest in this world.

Therefore, he wore a slightly old furry cloak and a simple dark brown coarse linen suit. He even went barefoot, letting his feet step through countless mud and blood stains.

Before his natural disaster state was fully activated, he was just an ordinary-looking and even somewhat ugly old man. His eyes were as cloudy as frosted glass, and the few exposed teeth were growing wantonly, as messy as his hair.

Sparse gray hair adorned the top of his head, barely covering half of it.

Such a person, at first glance, looks like a down-and-out country farmer, naturally with a bit of earthiness.

Even if he was thrown into the crowd, no one would associate him with the frightening natural disaster.

But unfortunately, his name is indeed Vlad, the natural disaster and the immortal Vlad.

As a result, his attire has been given a whole new meaning by the world.

Everyone was in awe of him and feared his fists.

In the forest far away, Pan seemed to sense Vlad's aura.

Accompanied by a long roar, a figure passed through the sky from the vast forest and stood in front of Vlad in just a few breaths.

"Vlad, I'm here."

Vlad, who was a bit wretched in height, had to raise his head and glanced at Pan, who was too handsome to look like a human being. He nodded with satisfaction, "Very good, very good."

No one knew what he meant, but no one dared to speak out at this time.

The natural instinct made everyone freeze their bodies, not daring to move even a little bit, and they didn't dare to breathe loudly, they just stared at the two of them silently.

"Vlad, what do you mean?"

"Nothing, I just came to see you, Pan Shen..." Vlad grinned, revealing a pair of dirty yellow teeth, and continued in a hostile tone: "I just want to take a good look at you."

"You shouldn't have come here." God Pan's marble-like face finally moved slightly, but he immediately regained his composure: "You are not welcome here, Vlad."

"Then you can kill me. I'll stand here and you come and kill me." Vlad opened his two withered hands and opened his skinny chest, leaving it exposed to Pan's gaze.

"I don't mind actually killing you, Vlad." Pan was not affected by Vlad's provocation. He just crossed his arms and looked at Vlad up and down.

He put an emphasis on the word "real."

"Hehe..." At the mention of this sentence, Vlad's eyes flashed with panic and fear. He subconsciously looked around at the people around him and laughed dryly.

"If you really dare to take action here, Vlad, you will be dead!"

Pan seemed to know his thoughts and warned Vlad in advance, "I will definitely come to Womi..."

"Ahem, cough!"

Amidst Vlad's loud coughing sound, Pan stopped the second half of his words.

"So, answer me, Vlad, what are you doing here?"

"I just came to see you, I swear, although the oath is invalid for me..." Vlad said slowly: "To be honest, we are all curious and curious about what you want to do. We have never thought about you. He actually stayed here honestly and guarded such a group of... ants."

Vlad glanced at everyone present, with sincere disdain in his eyes.

He really didn't expect that God Pan would stay in Badibila for so long.

Just for his ridiculous goal?

Is this his mission?

"I have my own will and I don't need you to interfere, Vlad."

Pan Shen's words already revealed a bit of impatience, but his eyes couldn't help but scan the circle of various houses around him that had just been built, as well as the villagers who stood there and watched.

At some point, the originally sunny sky turned gloomy, and dark clouds came from nowhere and covered the sun, dimming the light in this area.

The cold wind came again, and the chill spread from everyone's hearts.

Most of the villagers in the village had never seen Pan with such an ugly face, and they almost never knew that Pan actually knew the natural disaster and immortal Vlad.

So if you know each other, can you think...

A bold and ridiculous idea flashed through everyone's mind.

Could it be that God Pan is...

Vlad walked a few steps in, patted Pan on the shoulder, then stood up on his toes and whispered into his ear: "I really want to know what it would be like if they knew your true face. mentality..."

Due to the deliberate lowering of the voice and the cover-up by Vlad and Pan, no one present heard this sentence.

But such an intimate move seems to further confirm people's speculations.

Everyone was looking at Pan Shen unconsciously, and secretly exchanging glances with each other.

No one dared to whisper at this time, but at this time, there was really no need to speak.

Just by looking at your eyes and demeanor, veterans who have been outside for many years can roughly understand what they are thinking.

"Vlad, I have to say, you are really looking for death..."

Pan held Vlad's neck casually and lifted him into the air like a chicken.

However, Vlad didn't resist, and he didn't even bother to struggle. There was only subtle hostility and warning on his old face, "God Pan, you are going further and further on this road."

"I see."

These four words were squeezed out from between the teeth by Pan Shen.

"Go back, God Pan, there is still a chance..." Vlad hadn't even finished his last words, but he only heard a dense crack of bones coming from his neck.

Of course he could resist, but he also knew that his resistance would be meaningless.

Therefore, he let go of his mind and body and allowed God Pan to crush his cervical vertebrae with brute force.

Before he died, Vlad just showed a sarcastic smile, looking at Pan and the villagers.

Regardless, his goal has been achieved.

Looking at the lifeless Vlad, Pan's eyes moved slightly, turned around and shouted impatiently: "Ukel, where is he? Where is he? Where is my thirty-sixth wife?"

"Lord Pan, she...she will be on the way. In a few days..." The middle-aged man named Wu Ke rolled up to God Pan from nowhere and said with a sad face.

"Don't pretend to be pitiful for me, Urkel, I know you, three days, the last three days."

With that said, Pan turned around and walked away with the dead Vlad in his arms.

I don't know why, but when Garcia looked at the retreating figure, he always felt a little unspeakably... lonely.

Well, I had a business trip in the city today and I got home very late, so I can only update twice...

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