C37 Scythe of Death

Under everyone's expectations, Nong Xuejia picked up the Death Scythes and carefully looked at it, then used both hands to press the Death Scythes's tail together, but the two Death Scythes seemed to not have any relationship with each other, no matter how Nong Xuejia fiddled, they could not fit together.

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 wanted to ask for Juliet's opinion.

"Even though I am a woman, I have heard that good weapons are very spiritual. Wei Yi had 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 …" If Wei Yi can't put it together, don't you want to give it to him? " Nong Xuejia said as she sneaked a peek at Wei Yi. From Wei Yi's shining eyes, she could tell that Wei Yi liked the Death Scythes a lot.

"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 slightly, and looked at Wei Yi from the corner of her eyes. Her intuition told her that if Wei Yi was not destined for this weapon, then so would everyone else present.

"Oh …" Although Nong Xuejia was unable to combine the Death Scythes, he did not display too much disappointment. After all, all of this was just a legend.

Nong Xuejia returned the Death Scythes back into the box and handed it over to Nong Shiqiang: "Hehe, maybe dad is the one who can control 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, and impatiently placed the two Death Scythes s together.

However, even after Nong Shiqiang had struggled for a long time, he was still unable to put them together. Helplessly, he gave 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.

He had coincidentally noticed the Death Scythes a few years ago when he was at the Great Green Museum. It could be said that he had fallen in love with it at first sight and wanted to save up some money to buy it, but the curator of the museum said that it was not for sale, so he gave up on that idea.

He never thought that he would be rejected by Wei Yi, this guy who didn't know whether he was lucky or not.

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

Jon began to examine the tails of the stag carefully, trying to piece them together.

Very quickly, Jon's excitement was extinguished by the cruel reality. He could not let the two Death Scythes be together.

"Perhaps the combination of these two Death Scythes is just a legend." Jon comforted himself and put the Death Scythes back in the box, reluctantly giving it to Bloodlust.

Just like that, the mysterious Death Scythes made a circle in the villa, including De Shu, everyone tried, but no one could combine them.

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

During the attack on the manor last time, only Bart survived as a bodyguard that Nong Shiqiang had found himself.

Bart's eyes lit up and he quickly ran over. He bowed his head and bowed before daring to extend his hand and take the Death Scythes from Uncle De.

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

Inside Wei Yi's body, the pervert could not help but let out a cold laugh.

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

Bart didn't expect himself to succeed and hurriedly put the Death Scythes back into the box, afraid that he would have a curse in his heart.

"You know how to put them together?"

Wei Yi who had been quietly observing the situation and asked the pervert with his mind, was not confident that he could combine the two Death Scythes.

"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 Yi's eyes sparkled.

"Tsk, it's not like I need to eat!" Wei Yi always used empty words as a condition to ask 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 the curiosity in his heart, he could only give a 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 passed the Death Scythes over to Wei Yi.

Bart's worship of Wei Yi had already reached the level of blindness, and he firmly believed that the great hero in front of him would definitely combine these two things.

Wei Yi took the box, and asked the pervert secretly: "What do I do?"

"This thing originally belonged to China, but because of its devilish nature, it was sealed by a senior Taoist priest in an ancient tomb at the base of Mount Chang Bai. Afterwards, it somehow spread to the Roman Empire that Jon talked about, I really do not wish for you to own it." The pervert replied.

"This is nonsense." How do I put them together? " Wei Yi really wanted to slap a pervert away with a palm.

"Did you see the two holes on the back of the handle? When you spin two Death Scythes s 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 Death Scythes appeared, the pervert had already awoken and immediately saw through the profound mystery of the Death Scythes.

The reason why it was silent, was because it wanted to follow the memories that suddenly appeared in its mind and try its best to recall the past. However, when it kept thinking about the present, other than the history of the Death Scythes and its merged secrets, it could not think of anything else.

After Wei Yi heard this, he took out the Death Scythes s from the box. The Death Scythes felt a little cold to the touch, but it had a sense of texture, causing Wei Yi to be unable to resist clenching it tightly.

The moment Wei Yi grabbed onto the Death Scythes, his heart trembled, as if he felt his old friend had reunited with him. In the next moment, it existed just for him.

Wei Yi inexplicably became excited, and did not use two fingers like the pervert said, but instead directly used an index finger to grasp the handle with two holes, tightly held them in his hands, and then fiercely extended his index finger, using his ring finger and thumb to forcefully flick against the roots of the two Death Scythes's hands.

"Buzz …"

With a barely audible tremble, the two Death Scythes s started to spin reverse direction at lightning speed from Wei Yi's index finger.

Inside the dining hall, everyone's curiosity had long been extinguished by 99% of their failures. They did not have much confidence in Wei Yi and thought that he was deliberately mystifying them or perhaps it was because he liked them that they were able to use "throwing knives".

But, very quickly, everyone's eyes widened as they looked at the Death Scythes on Wei Yi's finger with an expression of surprise.

A miracle seemed to be happening!