Killer in the Coffin

Under the anticipation of the crowd, Nong Xuejia picked up the Scythe of Death and looked at it carefully. Then, she pressed the tail of the Scythe of Death together with her two hands, but the two Scythe of Death seemed to have no relation to each other.

Everyone was disappointed. At the same time, they were ready to make a move. They really wanted to personally make a move and give it a try.

"I'll give it a try?" Nong Shiqiang's hands were itching, too. He asked for Juliet's opinion.

"Although I am a woman, I have heard that good weapons are very spiritual. Wei Yi just rejected it, so he temporarily lost the right to possess it. Now, everyone here can try and see if they can be put together before him. If anyone can put them together, this weapon will belong to them. " Juliet smiled, and seeing that everyone's eyes were shining, she continued, "If no one can put them all together, then I can only regret to have it escorted back to the museum."

"So it's like that …" What if Wei couldn't put it together and didn't give it to him? " Nong Xuejia said as she stole a glance at Wei Yi. From the glint in his eyes, she could tell that Wei Yi really liked the Scythe of Death.

"You heard from Jon that this weapon is very unknown. You don't want your savior to have any accidents because of this weapon, do you?"

Juliet smiled faintly, looking at Wei Yi from the corner of her eyes. Her intuition told her that if Wei Yi had no fate with this weapon, then so did everyone else present.

"Oh …" Although Nong Xuejia was unable to put the Sickle of the God of Death together, she did not display a great disappointment. After all, all of this was just a legend.

Nong Xuejia placed the Sickle of the God of Death back into the box and passed it to Nong Shiqiang. "Hehe, maybe dad is the Master of Fate!"

"Haha, if he's willing to acknowledge me as his fated one, I'll immediately lose weight tomorrow!" Nong Shiqiang excitedly took the box from Nong Xuejia's hands, impatiently putting the two Sickles of the Death God together.

However, Nong Shiqiang was still unable to put them together even after he had struggled for a long time. He helplessly handed the box to Jon who was behind him and said, "Try it."

"Yes."

Jon did not refuse. His hands trembled as he took the box.

The Sickle of the God of Death was something he had accidentally seen a few years ago at the Great Green Museum. It was a love at first sight, and he had wanted to save up for it, but the museum curator had said that it was not for sale, so he gave up on the idea.

He didn't expect to be rejected by Wei Yi, who was unaware of his fortune.

"Is it destined to be my Jon's?"

Jon began to examine the end of Death's Scythe carefully, trying to piece it together.

Very quickly, Jon's excitement was extinguished by the cruel reality. He could not put the two Scythe of Death together.

"Perhaps the combination of these two Sickles of the God of Death is just a legend." Jon comforted himself, then put the Sickle of Death back in the box and reluctantly handed it to Bloodlust.

Just like that, the mysterious Sickle of the God of Death circled around the villa. Everyone including De Shu had tried, but no one could combine them.

Nong Shiqiang looked at Bart, who was at the door, and called out, "Bart, you should come over and try it out too."

During the last attack on the manor, only Bart survived out of the bodyguards that Nong Shiqiang had found. After going through a life-and-death test, he could be reused again in the future.

Bart's eyes lit up and he scurried over, nodding and bowing before he dared to reach out and take the Scythe of Death from his uncle.

"Hmph. With his character, how could he play with this damn thing?"

Within Wei Yi's body, the pervert finally couldn't help but sneer. He had long since seen everything, so he just remained silent.

As expected, Bart "lived up to everyone's expectations." After fumbling around for a while, he was still defeated.

Bart didn't expect to succeed. He quickly put the Sickle of Death back in the box, afraid of the curse.

"You know how to put them together?"

Wei Yi, who had been quietly observing the situation, asked the pervert in his mind. He wasn't sure if he could combine the two Scythe of Death together.

"Of course. This thing's name is related to ghosts, so I naturally know how to combine them together." The pervert answered proudly.

"Hurry up and tell me how to combine them. I'll treat you to dinner tonight!" Wei's eyes glittered.

"Tsk, it's not like I need to eat!" The pervert rolled his eyes. Wei Yiyi always used empty words as a condition for asking for his help.

"Okay, then I'll download a picture from Playboy tonight and put it on my phone. I'll have it replay it when I go to bed." Wei Yi was helpless. In order to obtain the weapon and satisfy his curiosity, he had to give out the condition that he thought was very boring.

"Haha, deal!" The pervert's eyes turned red, and he wished that he could make time run until nightfall.

While Wei Yi was conversing with the pervert, Bart respectfully handed over the Sickle of Death to Wei Yi.

Bart's worship of Wei Yi had already reached the point of blindness. He firmly believed that the hero in front of him would definitely be able to combine these two things.

Wei Yiyi took the box and secretly asked the pervert, "What do we do?"

"This thing originally belonged to China, but because of its demonic nature, it was sealed by a Taoist in an ancient tomb at the base of Mount Changbai. Afterwards, it somehow spread to the Roman Empire that Jon mentioned. I really hope you don't have it." The pervert replied.

"This is nonsense." How do I put them together? " Wei Yiyi wanted nothing more than to smack the pervert away with his palm.

"Did you see the two holes on the back of the handle? When you spin the two Sickles of the God of Death in the opposite direction with two fingers at the same time, the reverse scales on their tails will collide with each other, triggering the merging mechanism, and they will join together. " The pervert replied.

When the Sickle of the God of Death appeared, the pervert had already woken up, seeing through the mysteries behind it with a single glance.

The reason why it was silent was to try to recall the past through the memories that suddenly appeared in it. However, as it tried to recall the present, it could not recall anything except the history of the Sickle of the God of Death and its secrets.

Wei Yi took out the Scythe of Death from the box. The Sickle of the God of Death felt a little cold to the touch, but it felt so real that Wei Yi couldn't help but clench it tightly.

The moment Wei Yiyi gripped the Scythe of Death tightly, his heart trembled as he felt as if he had reunited with an old friend. Somehow, it existed just to wait for him.

Wei Yi became inexplicably excited. He didn't use two fingers like the pervert had told him to, instead, he directly used an index finger to grasp the two holes on the handle, tightly grasped them in his hand, and then fiercely extended his index finger. His ring finger and thumb forcefully flicked against the two handle of the Sickle of the God of Death.

"Buzz …"

With an inaudible tremble, the two Scythe of the Death God began to spin rapidly in reverse.

In the dining hall, everyone's curiosity had long been quenched by 99% of the history of failure. They didn't have much confidence in Wei Yi and thought that he was deliberately mystifying them or perhaps it was because he liked them.

But soon, everyone's eyes widened as they looked at the Sickle of the God of Death on Wei Yi's finger with looks of surprise.

A miracle seemed to be happening!