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Chapter 348: Taking shortcuts (Please subscribe, read, and comment on the monthly ticket)

"Then you should have told me earlier so that I could solve those problems quickly and spare some time to help you."

Martin had no intention of refusing. The Endless Family was not something that was untouchable to him.

He and death are friends, so there is naturally no reason for him to reject the other party.

The point is, his situation is not controllable.

He scratched his head, thought for a while and said, "Forget it, I'll work overtime tonight and help you rescue your brother quickly!"

Martin no longer remembered who imprisoned Morpheus, the god of dreams, but he remembered that the other person was a British man.

Although Britain is a large country, there are only a few people who can come into contact with the Endless Family. Most of them are wizards. Although they prepare a layer of ordinary people's identity as a cover, they always leave obvious characteristics when they act.

"Don't be so anxious!"

Death raised his right hand and shook it gently, seemingly in no hurry to rescue Morpheus.

"So this is another kind of comedy that is destined to happen on the stage of fate? I thought your family didn't like this kind of old-fashioned drama?"

Martin immediately understood what death meant and made a comment about it.

At the same time, everyone in the league has packed up everything and is ready to appear in front of the media, go through the motions, and then have a small gathering.

"You go ahead!"

Martin pointed at the deaths around him, indicating that he was not finished yet and told them to go about their business.

Moreover, his appearance in the media is just like taking off his pants to fart. By tomorrow, people who don’t know him will have forgotten all about it. Why bother with it?

Batman waved his hand and a group of heroes walked towards the reporters. Arthur handled all the reporters by himself with ease and without any problems.

Superman looked at the blurred figures of Martin and Death for some reason, and whispered to Diana, "Are you so confident that Martin can get along with a strange woman?"

"If you knew who that woman was, you wouldn't have said that."

Diana did not reveal the identity of the dead man, and raised her head confidently: "And you underestimate my charm. Ordinary women don't want to take Martin away from me."

Wonder Woman whispered a declaration to her friends to protect her lover, which caused the surrounding reporters to go crazy. All the cameras were pointed at this goddess, and they were reluctant to leave for even a second.

The entire Justice League is handsome, but no one is as beautiful as Wonder Woman, who is the most beautiful in everyone's eyes.

In short, the appearance of Justice League was perfect. Without any packaging or marketing, it became a kind of focus.

Martin looked at Diana and the others in front of the camera and smiled with glee.

"You don't seem to like being in the spotlight?"

Death is in no hurry.

"I just don't like to be in front of the media because it's not necessary. They are just tools and there's no need to take them too seriously."

Martin always seemed very cold when dealing with these things, completely different from his usual self.

"If anyone hears this, you will become the enemy of the whole world tomorrow."

Death is familiar with and even proficient in everything in the human world, so he teased Martin with a smile.

Martin shook his head slightly: "That's why I like to hide behind the scenes. My situation is more suitable for this."

More importantly, the so-called Internet is ultimately virtual, and the public opinion offensive that young Xiao Deng imagined was nothing more than the deliberate connivance of some people.

"These are all mortal matters, so you don't need to worry about them."

Martin didn't want to continue talking about these topics. It was just a meeting and there was nothing to worry about.

"Let's continue the topic of Dream God! Are you sure you don't want me to rescue him tonight? I can't control what new identity I will have tomorrow."

"But I can!"

Death winked playfully, "Although I still don't know why you have changed like this, I am Death, and I always have privileges in this world."

"Put your hand out!"

Death turned serious, and Martin did as she asked.

Stretch out your right hand, hold it flat and motionless with your palm facing upward.

Death fell silent, and gently placed his right hand on Martin's palm, palms facing each other.

In an instant, Martin felt a cool feeling spreading throughout his body, just like a person exposed to the scorching sun in the hot summer suddenly drinking a glass of cold drink, feeling extremely comfortable.

In Martin's eyes, death suddenly changed. The image of the serious Gothic woman disappeared instantly, and was replaced by countless moments of life and death, which rushed directly into Martin's mind.

Even for him, facing such an impact, his head instantly swelled several times in size.

This is not a description, but his head really started to swell. To ordinary people, life and death are just information, which they will forget after seeing it.

But Martin now has a great virtuous master of the Taiping Dao on him, communicating with Huang Tian, and is considered half a god. These moments of life and death first turned into some kind of impression, and then turned into real things, and began to appear in Huang Tian.

The guest should follow the host's wishes. What's more, Huang Tian is not complete now. He has been infected by the existence of death and began to expand violently. In turn, it affected Martin, causing his magic power to grow wildly. It rushed from his soul to his body and began to expand from head to toe, like a blown-up balloon.

Fortunately, Death soon turned back into the appearance of a Gothic woman. She stretched out her right hand, which was covered with tattoos that looked like shadows. After coming into contact with Martin's palm, these shadows began to flow and fell on Martin's palm, forming a raven-like mark, covering his right hand like a glove.

As the mark took shape, the magic power that rushed out from Huang Tian disappeared out of thin air and all fell into the raven tattoo, relieving Martin's pain.

"Next time if you want to do something, please tell me first, okay?"

Martin's body was a mess now. His internal organs, blood vessels, muscles, and meridians were either burst or torn apart. He directly spat out a mouthful of blood, but had no intention of treating his injuries.

Anyway, these injuries will disappear on their own tomorrow morning, so Martin is too lazy to care about these things.

Death was also unexpected. She stretched out her right hand and touched Martin's forehead, and all the injuries came to an end.

"I didn't expect this result. I have never encountered anything like this before."

"You've done this to a lot of people?" Martin raised his right hand covered with a raven tattoo.

With the help of death, the injuries on his body disappeared instantly and he felt much more comfortable.

Death tilted his head and thought for a moment, then replied, "I have extended the lifespans of several people, but I have never given such a blessing, mainly because it was not necessary."

"This blessing will not have any effect on you today, but the moment you open your eyes tomorrow, it will take effect immediately. At that time, you will be Martin blessed by death."

"It's a bit of a cheat, but it's enough to allow you to make your own decisions tomorrow."

Hey!
After saying that, Death snapped his fingers again, and a shadow flew out from the mark, turning into a real raven and landed on Martin's shoulder.

"This crow is a follower of Morpheus. After Morpheus was imprisoned by mortals, he always wanted to rescue his master, but he died in the hands of mortals in the end. That's how I learned about this."

"It's a pleasure to be of service to you, Mr. Martin!"

Raven turned his neck slightly, looked at Martin with red eyes, and spoke to him in a deep middle-aged voice. "Although I have never heard of your name before, those who are chosen by the Lady of Death must be warriors."

Morpheus is the so-called lord of dreams, symbolizing illusion and reality. The followers around him often also symbolize certain qualities. This poor crow, who was shot to death by a mortal in order to save Morpheus, is a symbol of "loyalty".

"Nice to meet you too. By the way, what is the Dream Kingdom like?"

"It is a beautiful place where all the dreams and fears of life gather, waiting to be dealt with by the King of Dreams."

"Okay, that's enough talk. You still have plenty of time to talk about these things. I still have a lot to say to Martin before I leave."

As Death spoke, the crow nodded slightly, then stepped aside, spread its wings and began to fly around aimlessly in circles.

“I love my brothers and sisters!”

When death was mentioned, Martin automatically ignored the first half of the sentence, because what was said in this situation was usually nonsense, but the latter part was the most important.

"But Morpheus is a stubborn man. As the master of dreams, he is always stubborn. If possible, I hope you can try to make friends with him and take him around in human society."

“This is not an easy thing to do.”

Martin did not refuse, but such great people are usually very stubborn, and this kind of personality problem cannot be solved in a day or two.

"I just ask you to do your best and don't make it difficult. He is my brother, and Morpheus is still my responsibility."

Death pouted when he spoke of this.

It seems that Morpheus' temper is a headache for Death, his sister, so she hopes to change his character in this way.

"I'd like to state in advance that what happened to Murphys has little to do with us. Although there are a few people who do want to laugh at him, I am not one of them."

The particular emphasis on death struck Martin as odd.

"Of course I know you wouldn't do such a thing, why do you want to emphasize it again?"

"You are my friend, and I don't want you to think that I am someone who plays tricks on my own brother."

There are not many human friends who have died, and she didn't want Martin to have any misunderstandings because of this matter.

"You're overthinking it. I'm not suffering from paranoia!"

Martin didn't think in that direction at all and continued to ask:
"If you have any other requests, it's best to tell me all at once. If you wait until tomorrow, I won't accept any additional requests."

"there is none left!"

Death spread his hands and shook his head decisively: "Thank you for accepting my somewhat rude request. I am leaving now and will wait to see your wonderful performance tomorrow."

"I reject."

Martin grabbed Death who was about to disappear and said to him seriously: "I treat you as a friend, so I will help you. So, I hope you and your brothers and sisters can stay away from me and stop staring at me like a peeping Tom."

"Don't worry, I can still do this little thing. You won't have any audience tomorrow except me."

Death did not think about this at first.

When Martin mentioned this, Death realized that his brothers and sisters might not pay attention to humans, but they would definitely pay attention to everything that happened around Morpheus.

"Okay, but if you let me notice any strange movements around you, you won't be able to ask me for help next time."

Martin then let go, and Death saluted before disappearing completely.

"I will stay with you, Mr. Martin! I will never disturb your actions and life."

Martin heard the voice from the crow, but did not make any demands on the follower of the Dream King and let him act as he pleased.

"This media meeting was a real ordeal. If something like this happens again next time, I will definitely drag you along and you won't be allowed to leave."

As Death left, Diana threw herself at Martin with her arms open.

"Didn't Aphrodite's blessing teach you how to face this kind of situation?"

Martin caught Diana. He could feel that his lover was not using any strength at all, her whole body was pressing on him, so he made a few jokes.

To be honest, this feeling is good. Although Diana looks very heroic, her body is still soft and very comfortable to hug.

This would have been even better if Martin wasn't wearing armor.

"I heard some sarcasm in your words."

As a symbol of fertility, Aphrodite was an extremely important deity in ancient times. It can be said that without her there would be no Olympian pantheon.

Because a pantheon that is infertile will only end up declining and then falling.

What's more, Zeus also had a prophecy that he would prolong his life by giving birth to offspring, and that he would be killed by his last child. In this case, Aphrodite became even more important.

Of course, the chaotic morality of the city-state era is poison to modern people. The crazy reproduction once praised by the ancients has become promiscuity in the eyes of modern people, because the simple population growth can no longer have any impact on the production of a modern society.

"I really don't like Aphrodite, I might even say I pity her."

Martin had never actually met this ancient god famous for his eroticism, so he didn't need to vent his desires through intercourse.

"Everything that Aphrodite's priesthood and theocracy pursued was destined to be unsatisfactory. Her emptiness was destined to be unable to be filled by the things she pursued. In this sense, if she had always been satisfied with physical intercourse, she might have been able to save her life."

"That's too far!"

Diana was not interested in this kind of priesthood and theocracy. She gently rubbed her lover's face and said with some complaints: "We finally meet, are you sure you want to waste time discussing other women?"

"I promised Death that I would help her rescue her brother, so I have free time tomorrow."

Martin showed his tattooed right hand and said something that completely surprised Diana.

"Are you sure you want to get involved in the Endless Family's affairs? They are not ordinary gods."

"Don't worry, I'm not an ordinary person either."

Martin smiled at Diana, then invited everyone in the alliance to visit his home.

"and many more!"

Martin stopped Batman and his friends who were about to leave and said, "My home is no longer in Gotham. You won't find anything if you go there now."

As he spoke, he activated his magic power, drew a talisman out of thin air, made a guiding talisman, and randomly chose a direction.

The talisman fell to the ground and a door opened out of thin air. A path extended from under everyone's feet and finally connected to the door opened by the talisman, and then pulled them all in.

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