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Chapter 92 Death: Don’t come over!
Appeared, appeared, appeared so quickly.

When looking at the figure squatting under the broken street lamp, it gave people a sense of desolation.

Jiang Zheng and Du Shiyue couldn't help but look at each other and nodded at the same time.

The appearance of the God of Death is actually very obvious, very easy to recognize, and there is absolutely no mistaking it.

To sum it up in one sentence, he wore a black robe, a loose hood, and a broken sickle on his back to cut newly sprouted leeks.

And when this thing leaves the soul palace and goes for a walk, it seems to particularly like things like street lamps.

Whether it was when Jiang Zheng and Du Shiyue met in the alley on their way home last time.

It would be better to meet her at the end of the street in this old industrial park when chasing the female ghost this time.

Anyway, it squatted like this under the street lamp both times, and its black robe was also in tatters.

Coupled with the dilapidated and dilapidated scenes and broken street lamps around him, he looked like a lonely and pitiful old beggar.

But in Jiang Zheng's opinion, even if the God of Death is an old beggar, he must be at the level of a Nine-Pocket Elder at the very least.

That "Leek and Sickle Technique" makes a tiger fierce, and its power is probably not inferior to the "Dog Beating Stick Technique" that has been passed down from generation to generation by the Beggar Clan.

The person who has been beaten by the dog-beating stick method is a dog, and the person who has been beaten by the leek sickle method is a leek. This is very reasonable.

As an old unlucky man who was once cut into pieces like a leek, Jiang Zheng definitely has enough say in this regard.

After discovering that Jiang Zheng and Du Shiyue both had solemn expressions.

Su Mei, who was also held in his arms, swallowed her saliva and asked in an excited tone that was barely suppressed:
"Is Mr. Death coming? Is it over there?"

For some reason, when Su Mei said the words "Mr. Death", she actually made Death look cute.

But she has no contact with things in the Soul Palace now, so naturally she cannot see these monsters in the cognitive world.

In Su Mei's eyes, she could only see the other two people suddenly staring at the broken street lamp more than ten meters away, with a weird feeling like a snake shadow.

Jiang Zheng naturally nodded and whispered:

"Death is indeed there. Let's not act rashly or disturb it."

Judging from last experience, even though the God of Death squatted under the streetlight, it looked like a rag.

But as long as you get a little closer, a little closer, it will really explode or melt you.

Because the three of them were running just now, they were unknowingly very close to the God of Death and it was not safe.

So much so that Jiang Zheng was holding the two girls in his arms without even daring to breathe, for fear that speaking too loudly would wake the guy up.

Naturally, the two of them can understand this cautious behavior.

But even so, Du Shiyue still looked down at the arm that went around her slender waist and hugged her tightly, and whispered:

"By the way, can you please let us go first? This posture is not very elegant."

From the perspective of onlookers, Jiang was standing in the middle of the street holding the two women in his arms.

It felt like a romantic young man was making out with his two girlfriends on the street. It was more than indecent, it was simply indecent.

After realizing this, Jiang Zheng quickly let go of the two of them, lest he become like a wild beast on the street.

Immediately afterwards, the three people who separated from the trinity state also took a few steps back, and relaxed only after reaching a place where the god of death could never detect them.

Phew, Du Shiyue breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head and said:
"Seeing this thing directly in reality really feels completely different. It's much scarier than in the palace of the soul."

Although in the palace of the soul, Du Shiyue saw the spectacular sight of three gods of death blocking the door at once.

But the palace of the soul is, after all, a world of cognition. If you die there, you will be mentally traumatized at most, and you can recover by just lying down.

But this is the real world. If you are really struck by death in the real world, you will have to do it again in the next life.

Since these two situations are different, the pressure on each person is naturally very different.

If you were a timid person, you might be frightened to see the rusty sickle, let alone get close to it.

Of course, Jiang Zheng is not a timid person. It would be better to say that he belongs to the bold type.

Even though he knew that he would die if he was killed in the real world, he was still gearing up to kill the God of Death.

So Jiang Zheng smiled slightly and said confidently to Du Shiyue:

"Don't worry, I came prepared today and have already prepared professional tools to deal with the God of Death."

oh?Special props to deal with the God of Death?Sounds like it's very powerful?
When Jiang Zheng said this, the two women looked at him with interest, as if Nobita was expecting Doraemon to take out the props from his pocket.

Under the gaze of those two eyes with different expressions, Jiang Zheng also took out a dark gadget from the small backpack behind him.

The gadget looked to be about the size of a walnut at most, pitch black, with some strange lines on it.

When she saw this thing, Su Mei asked curiously: "Classmate Jiang Zheng, what is this?"

"Have you never seen it before? This is a black donkey's hoof. Legend has it that it can restrain all kinds of monsters and ghosts. It is an essential tool for tomb robbers to find gold and explore caves."

What?
When Jiang Zheng confidently introduced this professional tool for dealing with death.Du Shiyue and Su Mei couldn't help but show expressions like "You're kidding me."

Black. Black donkey hooves?Use this thing to deal with the God of Death?
How to deal with it?Grind it into powder, brew it with boiling water, open its mouth and pour it into its mouth?
Suddenly, Du Shiyue, who knew something about this Tao, couldn't help but said in a dumbfounded voice:
"Are you kidding? Have you watched too much "Ghost Blowing the Lamp"? What's the use of these black donkey hooves?"

"You're not kidding. Besides, I have many other props besides black donkey hooves."

As Jiang Zheng spoke, he put the black donkey's hoof under his arm and clamped it, and at the same time took out a bunch of similar weird things from his backpack.

The two women looked closely and realized that his backpack actually contained a bunch of money swords, cinnabar powder, rosary beads, yellow talismans, Bagua mirror, a small bottle with "holy water" written on it, a photo of Celestial Master Zhong Kui, and a string of Garlic, a cross and a whip.

When seeing this pile of things, Du Shiyue really didn't know how to complain.

She looked at the money sword with a red string in Jiang Zheng's hand and sighed:

"Could you have just searched the Internet for questions like 'What props are ghosts afraid of?' and then selected a few items and brought them over, and you're planning to deal with the God of Death in this way, right?"

"Yeah, I've been looking for this money sword for a long time, and finally found it in a second-hand grocery store. How about it? Does it look similar?"

Jiang Zheng picked up the money sword and did some sword tricks in the air, as if he wanted to put on a Taoist robe and pretend to be a descendant of Longhu Mountain.

But even though his posture with the sword was decent, Du Shiyue still shook her head and said:

"This God of Death is a product of the Western background at first glance. You use an Eastern sword to kill Western ghosts. Are you sure people will accept this?"

"It doesn't matter if it doesn't eat it. Don't I also have the garlic, holy water, cross and whip used in the West to drive away ghosts? Especially this whip. The Belmont family has used this to beat the God of Death for generations. It's so useful." "

"No. What I mean is, aren't all the things you've been talking about come from legends or games? How can they have an effect on the God of Death?"

Just after Du Shiyue finally said this with some helplessness, Jiang Zheng, who had been waiting for her, shook his finger, shook his head and said:

"In the final analysis, the God of Death comes out of the palace of the soul, so it is essentially an unrealistic creature in the palace of the soul, right?"

".That's what happened, and then what?"

"The essence of the soul palace is the world of cognition. The world of 'cognition' is a projection created by human beings' personal cognition. Have you realized anything?"

Um?Cognition?Cognition...ah!Could it be that!

Du Shiyue was always a smart person, and Jiang Zheng reacted immediately after doing this.

The so-called "cognitive world" is essentially the projection space generated by the human heart.

In this world, everything will be presented based on the inner knowledge of the creator.

Personal cognition cannot affect reality, but it can in the palace of the soul.

For example, why does "Shen Family Courtyard" appear in the form of a sharp, cold, and terrifying ice and snow castle?

The main thing is that the people who formed this spiritual palace feel that this place should look like this in their self-awareness.

In other words, when dealing with the cognitive world, we need to clearly realize that "cognition" itself has powerful power.

If everyone thinks that cutting someone with a knife will not hurt you, then in the world of cognition, the knife really cannot be counted as a weapon.

In the same way, if everyone thinks that black donkey hooves, money swords, garlic, holy water and the like have special attack capabilities against various monsters and monsters.

Then these seemingly ordinary junk things will really become weapons with huge destructive power against the God of Death.

So far, Jiang Zheng has found a lot of common exorcism props from the East and the West, which are basically things that are deeply rooted in people's hearts.

No matter who the owner of the spiritual palace is, he or she must have been exposed to similar cognitions to some extent during his or her growth.

"Garlic can exorcise demons", "Money sword can exorcise demons", "Black donkey hooves can exorcise demons", "Holy water can exorcise demons".
As long as the owner of the Soul Palace has similar cognition, then the God of Death, as the final product of his or her cognition, will definitely be affected by this cognition.

This is why Jiang Zheng prepared so many strange exorcism props. He didn't just attack randomly, but came prepared.

So under the astonished gazes of Du Shiyue and Su Mei, Jiang Zheng quickly fully armed himself.

He holds holy water in his left hand, garlic on his wrist, money sword in his right hand, and rosary beads on the hilt of the sword.

With a Bagua Mirror on his chest, black donkey hooves on his neck, and a photo of the Heavenly Master Zhong Kui on his forehead, he dared to frighten the souls of demons.

"No, I'll give you these two, maybe you'll find them useful."

After tidying up for himself, Jiang Zheng distributed the remaining crosses, cinnabar powder and long whips to the two women.

If there was a real fight later, death would fly all over the street and float to the two of them. It would be a bit of a confidence to have something to protect themselves.

After making all preparations, Jiang Zheng asked the two women to step back slightly to make some space.

Taking the steps of the Nine Palaces and Bagua Celestial Master that he learned from the Internet, Long Jinghu suddenly walked towards the dim street light not far away.

The moment Jiang Zheng approached, the ragged hood of the God of Death moved obviously, and the red pupils hidden in the hood also glanced at this man.

The eyes of the God of Death looked bright red in the night, giving people a strong ominous omen.

But when it saw this armed monster, its pair of ominous pupils were obviously stunned, and the hand that was about to raise the sickle froze in mid-air.

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