The Growth of a God

Chapter 225: Ten Thousand Ways for the Immortal to Die (23)

Duomu is an undead, and a rather eccentric one at that.

He had taught the Skeleton People, participated in the war between the two worlds, and traveled to the Godfall World to meet various types of gods.

Unfortunately, no matter what they do, Duomu only has a half-hearted interest and rarely sticks to one thing to the end.

When teaching the Skeletons, Duomu ran away halfway through teaching...

When participating in the war between the two worlds, Duomu was killed twice by the war weapons of the burrowing insects at the beginning...

Even if he ventured to the Godfall World, Duomu did not have any clear purpose. He just wanted to experience the customs of a different world...

Therefore, when Duomu returned to the mountain and sea world, he finally began to try to challenge his own limits - seeking death.

This "seeking death" means seeking death in a literal sense.

Duomu once tried to cut off his own head and buried it in the central plain, while his body ran to the vicinity of the East China Sea.

As a result, no matter how far Duomu ran, he did not feel any signs of death.

In desperation, Duomu had to hurriedly dig out his own head to avoid being seen in such a miserable state by other undead.

Duomu just wanted to die, but he didn't want to lose face.

Especially in front of his own people, Duomu felt that humiliation was much more painful than death.

Then, Duomu tried to sink himself to the bottom of the sea, to see if this would allow him to enter a state of complete death.

All I can say is that Duomu’s attempt this time was a bit awkward.

Because even if he sank to the bottom of the sea, Duomu would never be able to experience the kind of death that others talked about.

On the contrary, before Duomu sank to the bottom of the sea, he didn't even think about how to get himself out.

Therefore, during the time it sank to the bottom of the sea, Duomu could only choke on water and spit out water again and again, and then die and live again, and be reborn again and again.

It was not until a certain celestial monarch from the underworld found Duomu with a confused look on his face that he ended his somewhat embarrassing journey to seek death.

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"So, could you please stop causing me trouble?"

Looking at the undead who was trying to grind himself into pieces with a meat grinder, Yan Tianjun, who was somewhere between existence and non-existence, asked angrily.

Yan Tianjun is the Lord of the Underworld and also the "acting god of death" who is in charge of managing the cycle of life and death.

Generally speaking, Yan Tianjun's duty is to guard the Old Temple where he is, and then arrange and assign related tasks to the Huangquan Clan under his command.

Only in rare cases involving the death of a destined person or a deity, Lord Yan would come to the Mountain and Sea Realm to collect their souls to prevent them from causing trouble due to their unwillingness to die.

However, there are exceptions to everything, and Yan Tianjun is no exception.

"You are an immortal. You can't die at all!"

"Can you please stop making trouble, please!"

With a somewhat helpless and even pleading tone, Yan Tianjun felt that her lungs were about to explode with anger - if she had lungs.

"Well... I'm just... trying it out..."

Covering his vocal cords and larynx that had just regenerated, Duomu spoke in a leaky voice.

"It seems that even if my body is crushed, I won't die."

As the minced meat gradually reassembled and pieced together a human figure covered with eyes, Duomu shook his head regretfully.

"I've never seen an undead person as capable of doing things as you do!"

Forcing himself to suppress the anger in his heart, Yan Tianjun said with hatred.

"Do you know that every time you seek death, I have to come up here..."

"Especially when there are repeated deaths but no soul goes to the River of Oblivion, you are simply increasing my workload!"

Shaking his body nonchalantly, Duomu didn't seem to care. "Well, so why do you always run up here?"

Hearing Duomu's curious tone that made him speechless, Yan Tianjun's anger, which he had barely suppressed, suddenly rose again.

"You think I'm willing to come up here!?"

"God knows why your name appears in my book of life and death!"

"And what on earth is the goddess thinking? Why would she include a bunch of undead people like you in the management system of 'reincarnation'?"

When it comes to this, Yan Tianjun becomes particularly angry.

It is obvious that the undead under the jurisdiction of other Heavenly Lords are so honest, and some of them have even become the "ferrymen" of the Netherworld in the Mountain and Sea Realm.

But among the undead under his jurisdiction, there appeared a weirdo named Duomu.

"Well, it was probably Barian's idea!"

Apparently not realizing the key reason why Yan Tianjun was angry, Duomu explained it very calmly.

"After all, the ways of the undead are all pretty wild..."

"In order to be able to contact everyone in an emergency, Ba Lian asked Yao Xin to write our names on the life and death chart!"

It has to be admitted that the multi-eye theory makes some sense.

Although Duomu is a rare one among the undead, there are definitely more than one rare ones among the undead.

"Come to think of it, why don't you go back this time?"

He tilted his head calmly, looked at Yan Tianjun who was still angry opposite him, and asked him another question that would break his defense.

"You bastard! Do you think I don't want to go back?"

Hearing this question, Yan Tianjun became furious again as expected.

"I have delayed several soul recovery missions in order to deal with your problem!"

"Erosion Lord has clearly ordered me not to return to the Netherworld until I find those escaped souls!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Duomu suddenly understood.

"Oh! So you were dismissed!"

Before Duomu finished speaking, Yan Tianjun's body completely turned from virtual to real and instantly appeared in front of the other party.

boom!
Accompanied by a heavy punch that tore through the air.

Most of Duomu's body was blown into pieces again.

Still not satisfied, Yan Tianjun stepped down and directly blew up an eyeball that had fallen to the ground.

"Don't you want to die? Then I'll grant your wish!"

The invisible wind of the underworld corrodes the flesh and blood of many people, and the law of death shocks the soul of many people.

When Yan Tianjun suddenly raised her hand, the only remaining eyeball of Duomu fell directly into her palm.

But even so, Duomu did not die.

His only remaining eye kept moving, as if he was very curious about his current strange state.

[Is this the perspective of having only one eyeball? ]

When Duomu's familiar voice echoed in Yan Tianjun's heart, she just smiled coldly.

"You bastard, you'll have to live in this 'humble' way until I return to the underworld!"

Monthly ticket/recommendation ticket

(End of this chapter)