[Note: This is a Grim Reaper who has been mysteriously "blessed," the luckiest among Grim Reapers (Mysterious: It tastes terrible, not recommended for consumption)]

Under Li Changzhou's command, the Black Death wielded his scythe, and a beam of light as white as the moon fell upon the silver fish.

It left no trace except for its eyes, which burned white and turned deathly white until the fish stopped breathing; the rest of its body remained intact.

What can heal wounds of the soul?

While gaining this strange power, Li Changzhou was also thinking about how he would deal with it if he encountered it himself.

He put away the Black Death and threw the fish's corpse into the Honey Pot World to fertilize the giant tree.

Lying on the simple iron-framed wooden bed, he closed his eyes to rest, but his mind was still racing.

We need to find a healing skill that can handle regular training, or have Li Qianxia or Yang Qinglan learn one. After all, Qilin Blood Dragon has the limitation of blood volume, and we can't lose too much blood.

Also, once the Honey Pot World is renovated, we'll replace the Gardener Bird style gardening with a unified system, allowing the Emerald Bee Sword to grow.

After thinking about the future for a while, he mentally simulated tomorrow's battle: military vehicles, landmines, turn-based games...

Remember to steal gasoline—he reminded himself.

Flame Wave is no longer on the skill bar, but it has become more intimate with him.

The basement of a luxury mansion.

"Two are missing!" The girl next to the pool table suddenly shouted, just as Li Qianxia and Yang Qinglan entered the Honey Pot World.

"Dead?" the drinking man asked.

"I don't know." The girl looked at the ball area, where the number of balls representing the number of players had changed from 13 to 11.

“Miles, try again, this time with Raena.” The smoking man glanced at Miles.

"Wait...wait! Almost there!" Miles continued his vigorous work on the woman.

Naples, the largest city in southern Italy.

Just two days after the Prague event ended, Aferona was already the new leader of the Camorra mafia.

In a magnificent European-style conference room, Aferona is holding a meeting.

"Chief, the Glory Society and Sicily have agreed to hold talks."

"Where is the location?"

"They proposed that the meeting be held in Sicily, the birthplace of the Mafia."

Aferona didn't speak. She was unwilling to leave Naples, her home base, but she knew that to accomplish something, she had to take risks.

“Chief,” one of her men noticed her hesitation, “we must go. If we are the only ones left in Camorra and lose our support, the Catholic knights will bring the flames in.”

"I understand, go and prepare..."

Just then, the five wisps of gray mist standing behind Aferona suddenly let out a silent roar, the gray mist churning as if boiling.

The scene instantly became tense and chaotic, with everyone backing away in fear and drawing their weapons.

Just two days ago, the scene of Aferona leading the Gray Mist to massacre Gomorrah, killing the previous leader and his confidants, was still deeply imprinted in their minds.

Aferona did not retreat, keeping her eyes fixed on the gray fog.

There's only one explanation for the unusual gray fog: something has gone wrong with her "lover."

Is the black mist dead?

Aferona couldn't help but show her panic.

She was merely a mistress, yet when her "lover" was around, she could calmly lead Naples' largest mafia organization—the Camorra.

But when her "lover" got into trouble, she didn't even dare to speak loudly.

Her fate was determined by her "lover," and the only thing she could do was choose to become someone's mistress.

The Camorra's mafia members were also aware of her powers, and if anything happened to these "underlings"...

They looked at each other, wondering who would be the next leader.

One of them, his eyes gleaming, conveyed a message to the others—kill Aferona first!

Just as the air grew thick and everyone's breathing became rough and hot, fate fell upon the hammer of judgment.

The gray mist roared silently to the sky, each of them painfully drawing a gray scythe from the void. The scythes were sharp and possessed an eerie beauty.

Bang!

A large man in black named Busida aimed at Aferona and fired.

A flash of gray mist passed by, and the gray scythe cleaved the bullet in two. In another flash, it appeared in front of Busida.

A gray light drew a line, dividing the gun, hand, tie, suit, and Buschida's body into two symmetrical halves.

Gray Mist's subordinates are upgraded to Death's Gray Mist subordinates.

Previously, they were not afraid of bullets, but they couldn't stop them either. Now, they can use a sickle to cleave or block bullets.

With a sharp sickle, the efficiency of killing was greatly improved.

“It seems I need to worry about more than just Catholic knights,” Aferona said with a sneer at her subordinates.

With her blood-red hair like a jewel, she could even become a queen if she had a powerful lover.

Everyone was drenched in sweat, put down their guns, and swore allegiance once again.

A gray mist, wielding a sickle, floated above the conference room, like a shepherd guarding a sheepfold.

Aferona listened with a smile, but in her heart she was thinking about Li Changzhou—

Lord Kurogiri has become even stronger. His Shinigami abilities... could it be Sobek? Did he get them from a game event? I wonder if I could ask for your help to subdue the other two mafia members?

Yemen, 2:50 a.m.

Li Changzhou released the two from their honeyed world. Li Qianxia held a cup of hot milk in her left hand and an egg and a duck egg in her right.

"Here you go," she said.

"You guys," Li Changzhou glanced at the item, took it, and said, "are quite relaxed?"

“We can’t just not eat, can we?” Li Qianxia said matter-of-factly.

“If you don’t milk the cows, they will get sick,” Yang Qinglan even lectured him.

"Mmm-hmm!" Li Changzhou was drinking milk, and it was hard to hear what he was saying. It could be gratitude, or it could be an expression of anger that he dared not speak out.

He didn't mention the black mist and the Grim Reaper to avoid being overheard.

Just as I finished breakfast, Zheng Qing came to knock on the door.

At three o'clock in the morning, everyone gathered on time. Yang Liu, Tank, Xiao Yun, Xiao Zhang, and Ambassador Lü, who stayed behind, saw them off.

"Have a safe journey!" Ambassador Lü said solemnly.

Zheng Qing didn't speak, but simply gave a salute.

The team that stole the military vehicle left through the back door.

After running a distance, Xiao He looked back and saw Xiao Yun, Yang Liu, Tank, and Xiao Zhang still saluting in the dim light of the warehouse, watching them go.

He glanced again at Xiaoyun's left sleeve, which was half empty, and resolutely turned around, following the others into the deepest darkness before dawn.