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Claire was in no hurry to do so.

She looked at Robb, who was sitting on the sofa, drinking red wine comfortably.

Compared to themselves, these people were like headless flies, worried and fearful, bearing the terrifying pressure brought by death.

Robb, who was also under the gaze of death, acted too relaxed, not at all like someone with a hunting knife at his neck.

What's more, the other party knows so many ways to escape from the pursuit of death.

Just as she had a sixth sense when they first met, Claire felt that Robb was a very special person.

She couldn't help but be curious and asked, "You are also on the death list. Robb, what are you going to do?"

"To you, Death is an unsolvable terror. To me, it is no different from demons and evil spirits." Robb told the truth.

Demon? Evil spirit?

Claire didn't understand why Robb would compare these beings.

Judging from the other party's appearance, it seems that he is not prepared to go to the safe house.

Could it be that he has found a scapegoat?

Claire was shocked.

Robb glanced at her.

He noticed what the woman was thinking at the moment and said calmly: "I am focusing on the fundamental solution. The scapegoat is just an alternative."

Robb was no pedant.

If things really cannot be saved, he doesn't mind finding a few scapegoats to buy time.

Of course, it would be better if the problem of death could be solved completely.

Claire remained silent.

Is there really a fundamental solution?

……

after an hour.

Raphael arrived as promised.

Since it involved supernatural phenomena and the lives of two innocent people, he quickly built a safe house according to Robb's requirements.

After chatting with Robb about Death, Raphael left with Claire and Art.

"Thank you, Robb!"

Before leaving, Claire gave Robb a tight hug with a touched look on her face.

She would never forget the hand that pulled her out of the abyss of despair.

Afterwards, Art also expressed his sincere gratitude.

Robb turned his eyes away from the departing car and headed home.

He felt the cold and merciless eyes of death getting closer and closer.

……

Three days later.

Robb was attacked by Death for the first time.

At the time, he and Madison were performing their routine sex routine.

Suddenly Madison's phone rang with a call alert.

Madison didn't care. She cooperated with Robb and went to get her phone which was charging.

Turns out there seemed to be something wrong with the charging cable.

When Madison unplugged it, there was a sudden power leakage.

Madison shuddered instantly and her body tensed.

Robb only felt the intense pressure pressing on his weakest point.

If he didn't have an epic physique.

I'm afraid that at this moment, he would have to lie down, and in the intense tearing and pain, his head would accidentally hit the sharp corner beside him, and then there would be nothing else.

"It's impossible to guard against it! It's impossible to guard against it!"

Although he escaped a blow that would have been fatal to an ordinary person, Robb still felt that he had been traumatized.

He never expected that the god of death would do this.

It’s really... too insidious!

Robb felt like he had to take a break from his beloved activities.

He looked at Madison.

The other party who was acting as the medium was now lying on the bed, with a look of being played with, and said:

"It's so exciting!"

"Robb, do it again!"

"Come here, ghost!"

Not making a mistake once does not mean you won’t make mistakes every time.

For the sake of future happiness, Robb decided to sleep in separate rooms from Madison from today on.

However, in the following period, Madison's mansion suffered bad luck.

Death seemed to recognize Robb, the man who made it work ten times overtime.

Wherever Robb appears, there are always various accidents.

Circuit failure, water leakage in the house, slippery floor, knives and forks slipping...

All kinds of unexpected yet reasonable killing situations followed one after another.

Although Robb didn't take it seriously, being harassed like this all the time and even having trouble sleeping was really not a good thing.

Especially when Madison received a long list of home repair expenses.

She felt that if she continued like this, Robb would be fine, but she would go bankrupt.

Whoosh!

Robb waved his hand, and a dinner knife that was flying towards him after colliding with many directions stopped in mid-air.

"Robb!!"

Robb turned his head and saw Madison looking at the kitchen, which was fine a second ago but now became a mess, with a heartbroken face.

"Surprise! This is such a surprise!"

Robb said quickly.

In order to stop irritating Madison, he decided to go out and "cause trouble" for a while.

Chapter 351 Cui Shi

Robb felt that he encountered "accidents" much more frequently than other people.

Generally speaking, if the killing plan carefully arranged by the Grim Reaper fails to kill the target, it will take some time before a new killing plan is planned.

However, Robb misjudged his own popularity.

Feeling that if he stayed any longer, Madison's mansion would collapse, the other party would be burdened with heavy debts, and he would never be able to enjoy the rich woman's hug again, Robb decisively ran away.

He flashed by expressionlessly several car accidents caused by brake failure or driver fatigue.

Robb walked away from the city and came to an open field.

There is nothing else except a straight road.

Robb glanced overhead.

Thinking that there would be no meteorites falling from the sky at this time, he sighed slightly:

"Finally, I can have some peace and quiet for a while."

Robb found himself underestimating the trouble Death had brought.

Although it is not fatal to me, if the harassment continues like this, I won't be able to do anything.

In addition, as time goes by, with frequent attacks, no matter how careful you are, you will eventually be distracted.

The further you go, the worse your condition will become.

Is this a strategy to tire out the enemy in the Final Destination version?

Robb frowned.

While he was being attacked by the God of Death, he had thought about solving the problem of the God of Death himself.

But he tried every method and couldn't deal with it.

It's not that it can't be beaten.

It is simply untouchable.

Robb used divination to predict the future and found that the source of the attacks on him again and again pointed to hell.

Kill to hell? Become king?

Stop talking.

I'm afraid that as soon as I go in, my old friends in hell will rush to give me love and care.

"I can only try the scapegoat method first."

Robb thought so in his heart.

Suddenly, a car drove past quickly from not far away.

Robb subconsciously thought that the car would have another accident.

It just took him by surprise.

The car did not suddenly turn and rush towards him. Instead, it stopped next to him very accurately.

The car window is open.

A young blond woman with a nice figure, wearing a red vest and jeans, stuck her head out of the car window and said to Robb anxiously with a pretty face:

"Sir, can I borrow your cell phone?"

Robb: "What's wrong?"

"There's a perverted killer chasing us! My brother and I found the place where he killed and buried the body. He's chasing us!" The young woman said in panic, "Our phones are out of battery. Sir, can I borrow your phone?"

Murderer?

It's a really old name.

But this is a good scapegoat.

Robb thought as he casually handed over his cell phone.

He wasn't worried it was a scam.

Anyway, if you really dare to lie to yourself, not only will the phone come back on its own, but you will have to stay as well.

The young woman's next actions proved that she was not lying.

She took Robb's cell phone and quickly called the police.

"I'm calling the police! I found a serial killer... Yes! My brother found a lot of wrapped bodies in a cellar... We've been discovered! That perverted killer is hunting us! Send someone here quickly! He's driving a black heavy truck, and his address is..."

The young woman quickly told the truth, and after receiving the reply that police reinforcements would arrive soon, she finally breathed a sigh of relief after hanging up the phone.

"Thank you. My name is Trish, and this is my brother Daly." The young woman Trish returned the phone to Robb and introduced herself.

Daly, who was observing the situation behind him nervously from time to time, also greeted Robb when he heard this.