I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

Hart seemed to be aware of the strangeness of the god of death in front of him, and he asked tentatively.

"Is it a mistake?"

"I was not mistaken," said Death.

He stared at Hart, "It's you who has the problem."

He can look through his memory at any time to rule out the possibility that his memory has been modified.

He could be sure without a doubt that the message he displayed when he saw this name before was that he would die today from a punctured lung.

But now, the above information is completely different.

What is shown above is:

[Hart Valentine died of myocardial infarction at the age of 72.]

In the more than two hundred years since he became the God of Death, he has never seen the Book of the Dead change. That is the power of fate and cannot be wrong.

"Did you encounter something?" Death asked.

"What happened?"

There were some subtle changes on Hart's face.

Almost instantly, he remembered Mr. Xia Ya, the last person he saw when he left the imperial capital.

and his blessing

"Did you remember anything?" The God of Death keenly noticed Hart's strangeness and continued to ask.

Hart came to his senses and replied, "No, I don't remember."

Although he didn't know the identity of that person, he probably understood what happened.

In his original destiny, he should have been dead. As the God of Death said, his chest was penetrated.

And he changed everything. In other words, that person was his savior.

Hart didn't know if what his benefactor did would anger the god of death in front of him.

But he would not do anything that might cause trouble for his benefactor.

The god of death fell silent, and after a moment, he said.

"I understand."

Seeing this, Hart couldn't help but ask, "Lord Death, what about me?"

Death came back to his senses, glanced at him, and continued.

"You can leave, but..."

"Don't worry, I will treat what happened today as if it never happened!" Hart said quickly, "I have never seen you before!"

The god of death nodded.

Seeing this, Hart ignored the pain in his right arm, grabbed the reins and drove the carriage forward. The road from here was much smoother, and the carriage could go faster.

He just wanted to stay away from this god of death, and it was best not to see him again for a long time.

The god of death still stood there, quietly watching the back of the carriage leaving, thoughts flowing in his heart.

It wasn't like he couldn't get Hart to tell the truth.

But he thought about it carefully and found that the Book of the Dead had never been changed.

No matter who it is, there is someone who can do this kind of thing, and it is not something that a small wage earner like him can afford to offend.

All he could do was report the matter and let the superiors handle it.

This is also the reason why he does not erase Hart's memory of what just happened. He needs to leave this memory for the superiors to explore.

Thinking about it, he turned around and left here. He wanted to confirm something.

He went straight to Cole Street in the Imperial Capital. This was a relatively unpopular street. Most of the houses on both sides were residential and commercial, but many storefronts were empty.

The most eye-catching thing is a store at the intersection of this street. The store has a large sign with white characters on a black background and white paper flowers. The store is dim and only lit by some white candles.

There are various styles of urns on the counter, and some coffins are placed vertically or flatly.

Standing at the door, you can clearly smell a faint smell of death, and you can also see a person lying in a parked coffin. He has his hands interlocked on his lower abdomen, his eyes are closed, and he is sleeping peacefully.

The god of death stepped forward and kicked the coffin, "Wake up, Sebastian."

Sebas opened his eyes sleepily and turned his head in confusion. After seeing the person clearly, he suddenly became much more awake and stood up from the coffin.

"Lord Balu."

Obviously, the Death God in front of him is his senior.

"Do you know Hart Valentine?"

Hearing this name, Sebastian's heartbeat slowed down slightly. He remembered what he heard the gentleman say a few hours ago.

After coming back to his senses, he asked tentatively, "What happened to him? Were you unable to take away his soul?"

Balu nodded thoughtfully, "It seems like it's not me who has the problem."

Hearing this, Sebastian continued to ask, "What happened?"

"You can use the Book of the Dead to look up this name now." Balu looked at him and said, the bone mask covering his expression, but anyone could hear the solemnity in his words.

With doubts, Sebastian raised his hand, and the Book of the Dead reappeared in his hand. Then, he began to look up information about this person based on his name.

[Hart Valentine died of myocardial infarction at the age of 72.]

The moment the information appeared, his pupils trembled violently.

"The Book of the Dead has been changed." Balu said solemnly.

He raised his head and looked at Sebastian, who was still in a daze, looking at the Book of the Dead.

"Sebas?" Balu called his name again.

Sebastian came back to his senses and looked at Balu in disbelief, "How is this possible!?"

At the same time, his inner world was also in turmoil.

He originally thought that even if that person wanted to save Hart Valentine, he would only choose to steal the soul.

After all, this is the safest and most economical way.

But I didn't expect it.

He did not interfere with death, let alone snatch the soul from the hands of death.

Instead, he directly modified his destiny.

Sebastian had a hard time describing his mood at the moment.

It's like a high jump competition. An athlete who is particularly short will almost certainly come in last. A group of people try every means to get him ranked, either by using doping or by strengthening training.

As for Char, he directly changed the rules and turned the high jump competition into a short competition.

An absolute dimensionality reduction blow.

"I hope you will go to Hades with me." Balu said, "Report this matter together. The two of us together will be more credible."

Sebastian was silent for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll go with you."

This kind of thing is no longer something he can shirk. Even if he doesn't go, someone will ask him as soon as Balu reports it.

With that said, the two of them turned into a ball of black smoke and left together.