Under the Mask: I Am the God of Death

Lin Mo said that I only have half a year left to live. The curse is carved into my bones, and I will die before all seven keys are gathered. But they don't know—three months ago, I was bound to Bai Qi, the god of death from three thousand years ago. "The four-ring bishop presses the environment, and time absolutely stops." In the abyss of despair, I opened my two-color pupils. In the 10-second emperor mode, the sword slashes at the 0.3-Second flaw. "I am not the gatekeeper, I am Qin Shou, the owner of the Mask House." "The No. 1 Son of Life is personally recruited" The inhibitor was placed in front of him, and the crow said, "This is cooperation." My golden and red lines erupted, crushing the conference table with force—— "I would rather rot in the mud than be an experimental subject."