Infinity begins with the Buddha

Chapter 81 Double Opposition
Clothed in darkness, the Grim Reaper, like a divine presence, slowly came to the place where Yixi Haitang was located in the deep night after the great change of fate, under the desire of Xinghe...

"Is this the person Death God loves... Yixi Haitang..."

The Grim Reaper under the mutation of destiny, his face under the hood showed an inexplicable state for the first time, looked at a woman inside, and said indifferently

"......the person whom the god of death loves..."

The Emperor Huang on one side was shocked when he heard this, and there was an emotion in his heart that was surging like anger, and his dark thoughts slowly disturbed his mind, and his slender hands couldn't help but clenched until the joints turned white...

"You came………"

The Grim Reaper with his hands behind his back feels another breath and then slowly enters this place. He knows who this person is in his heart, and asks calmly like an old friend meeting each other...

"Um...who?..."

Feeling another inexplicable aura approaching gradually, Emperor Huang's face turned cold for a moment, and he muttered a word, holding a long sword and standing on one side across it, trying to prevent all disasters for the god of death...

I saw the dark power merge into one in an instant, and a figure wearing a hood slowly stepped into the world. In an instant, black thunder and thunder stirred the sky, and the evil wind blew, accompanied by a word

"Wangchuan, what is the truth in a drifting life? I am the god of death, and I came to the world, not for killing, nor for redemption. I am the god of filth and darkness, the fallen god of destiny."

"Reaper...um"

Hearing these words, Emperor Huang felt the figure with the same aura as behind him, and couldn't help frowning,
But the thoughts in his heart, in order to prevent it from being in danger, the long sword in his hand was drawn by his thoughts, and he drew the sword to deal with this god of death...

Seeing the god of death behind him move instantly, pressing on the hilt of the sword, the not-so-tall figure stood in front of Emperor Huang calmly like a mountain,

There was a glimmer of light in Emperor Linghuang's eyes, and the emotions just now disappeared like a tide, leaving only a joyful emotion...

"I knew you would meet me, why are you worried about something?"

The god of death slowly withdrew his hand from the hilt of Huangdi's sword, blocking the figure of Huangdi's figure, but did not move at all.
The face under the hood was extremely indifferent, looking at the figure who took off the hood in front of him, his tone was as calm as ever, but there was no evil wind blowing...

"Hahahaha, come..."

Reaper, who took off his hood, raised his hand, and a game of chess appeared between the two of them. Like an invitation, he took his seat first, and looked at Reaper in front of him, accompanied by the evil wind, full of interest.
"This game of chess, I accept your permission..."

The god of death wearing a hood slowly stepped into the seat, and the Emperor Huang on one side followed closely the steps of the god, and was behind him, with an inexplicable expression on his face, watching the two continue to play chess...

The hooded god of death slowly stretched out his hand to pick up the chess piece and began to drop it, and said a word to the god of death in front of him

"Reaper... Is Haitang the biggest factor that changed you this evening..."

The God of Reaper who took off his hood looked at the God of Death and the Emperor Huang in front of him, feeling inexplicable, and fell while holding the chess relative to each other, his indifferent words were accompanied by the evil wind.
"Reaper's heart, I thought you, who are also Reaper, would understand..."

The God of Death wearing a hood, heard these words, he didn't care, but also had a sense of freedom, looked at the God of Death in front of him and said indifferently

"I am the god of death, and I am not the god of death. I am reborn and also a phantom. The answer to the past is not the answer to the present, nor is it the answer to the future..."

The god of death who took off his hood laughed a few times when he heard the words, as if hearing a very interesting answer, the evil wind reverberated, watching the god of death in front of him speak slowly

"Ha, then why do you bother to ask about God's thoughts..."

The god of death wearing a hood, heard this, he didn't care about the person in front of him, raised the chess piece, and placed it again, saying indifferently

"When you wrote the age of the dead country, it was for your own rebirth..."

The god of death who took off his hood looked at the god of death who had escaped his fate, and sighed.

"Unfortunately, you are not my rebirth..."

The face of the god of death under the hood heard these words, and there was no disturbance in the slightest, his heart was like the water moon, and he followed the water moon, and said slowly after falling

"I will never be you..."

The god of death who took off his hood heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked the god of death who was indifferent in front of him, and asked

"Why did I open the door of the dead country, and why did I close it myself? Do you understand the reason?"

The god of death under the hood heard this, and the hand holding the chess paused slightly, then continued to fall, and said indifferently

"Because you have feelings, although they are ethereal and elusive... One night Haitang, this is enough..."

"Ha, you are indeed a miracle formed from countless trajectories, a miracle of life, and a miracle of God..."

The god of death who took off the hood couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and looked at the god of death wearing the hood in front of him, with memories flashing across his face, and then dropped his hand

"Oh... this game of chess is about to end..."

The hooded god of death looked at the god of death in front of him, heard that the chess game was about to end, slowly turned his eyes away from the top, looked at the surrounding scenery and said indifferently

"Snow is coming... This game will also be buried under time with the snow..."

Yu Luo's sky slowly condenses ice clouds, and then snow falls from the sky, covering the green hills with snow, but no flowers...

The Emperor Huang at the side looked at the scene of snowfall, where the snow fell, one after another turned into bright flowers of ice crystals, so dazzling...

Emperor Huang's mood was inexplicable, and then a bamboo umbrella slowly appeared in his hand. After opening it, he slowly placed it on top of Death God's head, to shield him from the snow...

"Haha, so that's the case..."

The Grim Reaper, who took off his hood, looked at the person holding the umbrella and the indifferent person in front of him, and laughed happily, as if he suddenly understood something...

"General..."

The god of death wearing a hood slowly dropped the chess piece, ending the game in front of him and ending the endless pursuit.

Then the sleeves swung, and the fluorescent light scattered all over the sky, and then, it turned into thousands of plum blossoms from the top of the ice flowers, looking at the death god in front of him, said

"Is this scenery...beautiful..."

The Grim Reaper who took off his hood slowly got up and looked at the Grim Reaper wearing the hood in front of him, knowing that the Grim Reaper who had acquired human emotions would eventually be himself beyond the old track, and then said with a smile

"I lost, god of death..."

"No, God of Death, in this pursuit, you and I are both losers...Thinking of the whirling world, nothing is going to happen, seeing all kinds of red and purple, turning to ashes in the blink of an eye..."

The god of death wearing a hood also stood up slowly, looked at the strange scenery around, and slowly chanted a poem, and the snow in front of him suddenly disappeared...

The god of death, who took off the hood, looked at the god of death in front of him, nodded slightly, turned into countless black spots, and blended into it...

When the figure dissolves into the god of death, all the restrictions on the eyes of the god of death are lifted in an instant, and the eyes of the god of death are the real eyes of the god of death...

The god of death slowly walked towards Yixi Haitang, and stepped forward with his hands behind his back. The Emperor Huang, who was holding a bamboo umbrella, also followed his footsteps. The figures of the two were slowly hidden in the floating snow...

(End of this chapter)