My host is the thief six

Chapter 1170 This Grim Reaper Is Not Qualified (33)

"No one?" Mrs. Dennis' eyes widened, her voice was sharp, "How could there be no one? He's just standing there!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to have thought of something, and narrowed her eyes, "Could it be that you put this person in?"

"What purpose do you have in bringing such a strangely dressed man in? I will tell the queen about it!"

"Wait, wait, Mrs. Dennis, we're going to catch him right now, don't get excited."

The soldiers pulled out their sabers from their waists and walked vigilantly towards Mrs. Dennis' finger.

It seemed to them that there was no one in that corner, and they felt that Mrs. Dennis was going crazy here.

But can they say that?
Of course not!

They had no choice but to cooperate with Mrs. Dennis to perform the scene first, and then report the matter to the king and queen.

"Yes, hurry up and catch him! He still has such a big knife in his hand."

They touched it cautiously, and under Mrs. Dennis' instructions, they came to the corner. Several people bumped into each other, but they didn't bump into anyone except them.

"Hey, tell me, what exactly did Mrs. Dennis see?"

The distance is far away, and some people dare to lower their voices and say to their companions, "Why are you holding a sickle in your hand, wearing black robes all over your body, and wearing a skull mask?"

"Yeah, why does Mrs. Dennis' description sound like a god of death?"

"There really isn't a god of death in this world, is there?"

"Anyway, I don't believe it, how about you?"

"I don't believe it either."

The companions around him shook their heads one after another, while Tan Cheng just stood there without moving, watching their bodies pass over his body and walk behind him.

"What are you muttering over there? You've gone too far! Hurry up and catch him!"

Mrs. Dennis was still yelling over there. She watched those soldiers pass through Tan Teng's body with her own eyes, and a bad premonition suddenly emerged in her heart.

Although few people believe that there will be a god of death, there are still many such rumors.

Dennis knew a little bit about it. She carefully compared the attire of the person opposite, and compared the description of the God of Death she had seen before, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

This...couldn't really be the god of death, right?

Can't they all see?
Tan Cheng stood at this place for a long time, but finally withdrew his gaze and continued walking towards his destination.

But facing his actions, the lady named Dennis screamed and fell to the ground.

Then he yelled regardless of his image, and successfully helped Tan Cheng attract the attention of many people in the palace.

However, he also took advantage of his attire to arrive at the reading room where the royal family materials were kept unimpeded all the way.

Row after row of shelves were still placed in the very center of the room, and there were even fluctuations of magical energy on them.

Tan Cheng put away the sickle, relying on his body's familiarity with this place, he found a shelf.

There are rows of scrolls on it, and each scroll has magical energy fluctuations, which seem to be protecting, and at the same time have the effect of warning others.

He took off the somewhat obstructive mask, sat cross-legged in the air, reached out and took a scroll, and with just a slight movement of his fingertips, he cracked the magic circle on it.

This feeling seems to be familiar to the bone marrow.

(End of this chapter)