Falling In Love With The Grim Reaper

Ling Xiao put away his consciousness, saw the young man's pale face worried, pinched his eyebrows and said: "Have you seen strange ghosts haunting here recently?"

Chi Jiayan came back to his senses: "Ah? Oh... a strange ghost?"

Ling Xiao just waited for his answer in his spare time.

Chi Jiayan quickly picked the key point and said: "I don't think there are any ghosts that are not strange. For example, the one in the corridor facing the corner is empty. I remember seeing him there when I was very young. There are about ten ghosts in total. It’s been a few years, hasn’t he been tired or hungry for so many years... Also, for a while, a few ghosts always followed me, talking about what kind of adult’s child... daughter-in-law?"

As soon as the words came out, Chi Jiayan exclaimed in a low voice, and immediately stopped the topic.

It was only then that he realized that the "that lord" that the ghosts were talking about was probably just Lord Reaper.

The ghosts didn't dare to say Ling Xiao's name, because it seemed to represent a call, so they all used "that one" instead.

Ling Xiao didn't seem to care about these words at all, nor did he pay attention to Chi Jiayan's burning face again.

He stared at the hundred-yuan bill with a cold expression, and Chi Jiayan could see a sense of calmness and prestige from this coldness.

While talking, someone was knocking on the glass outside the window.

No, maybe...not a human?

This is the third floor.

The man outside the window was wearing a gray robe with bare feet.

He has a pair of small antlers on his forehead, and his figure is also different from that of humans, with a conspicuous red line.

He was lying on the glass and looking inside, and confirmed that the god of death was in the house. When he exerted his strength excitedly, the glass shattered.

"Master Ling Xiao!" He just walked in with his bare feet stepping on the shards of glass, "Hey, who is this kid? Is it my new partner? But he looks so small, and now his horoscope has degenerated into child labor Is this illegal? To be honest, I am against participating in all illegal activities.”

"...There is a door here..." Chi Jiayan couldn't understand the brain circuit of this person, but said weakly, "Your feet... are bleeding..."

The man looked down at his feet, and sure enough there were a few pieces of broken glass stuck in the soles of his feet, and he slapped them off casually, letting the blood flow.

Chi Jiayan felt his flesh hurt just looking at it.

Ling Xiao said: "Lu Cheng, your speed has dropped a lot."

It was Lu Cheng who came, and he jumped up and shouted: "I'm wronged, the position you posted is too bad! This position is hard to find. Besides, it's my off-duty time now. I also need to rest. I have already said that I need partners and people. Lonely ghosts are also advancing with the times now, so they are as easy to catch as before! Now some ghosts hide in Taoist temples in order to escape the hunt. Can you believe it? Although their so-called beliefs do not exist Yes, but this is really funny, those fake Taoist priests are also ghost catchers—”

"Shut up." Ling Xiao said coldly.

Lu Cheng withdrew his smile awkwardly, and quietly looked at Chi Jiayan.

And Chi Jiayan was looking at the well-ventilated balcony window of his house... It's going to cost money again...

Ling Xiao's black robe was blown into the air by the night wind, his fair complexion glowed coldly, and he handed the hundred-yuan bill to Lu Cheng.

Lu Cheng quickly took the banknote, with a face full of disbelief: "You called me here on a special trip at night, and you want me to run errands to buy takeaway?"

Even Chi Jiayan was brought back to his senses by these words: "Again?"

Ling Xiao was expressionless: "I told you to smell the dead air above."

I saw Lu Cheng with a confused expression after hearing it: "Huh? It seems to be the death breath of a dying person, but it is mixed with the smell of ghosts. How should I put it, it seems that this person is already dead, and it seems that he is still alive. Not dead, how could this be?"

"Possessed by the dead. Loved by the living soul." Ling Xiao said, "There are only two possibilities."

Chi Jiayan seemed to understand a little bit what they were talking about, and couldn't help but grabbed Ling Xiao's sleeve: "Brother? Is sister Qiuqiu's father dead?"

Lu Cheng watched him grab Ling Xiao's skirt, his eyes widened in shock.

This, this, is this too intimate? !

You know, this lord hates contact with any creature the most!

Rounding up is getting married!

This, this other party is still a child, is this adult perverted?

Hearing Lu Cheng's thoughts, Ling Xiao stretched out his hand, pulled off the small antlers on Lu Cheng's forehead and threw them into the night outside the window.

"Animal cruelty—"

The deer roared and flew out.

Ling Xiao seemed to be used to these things, he calmly brushed Chi Jiayan's hand away, and said to him, "You'll know only after you see it."

Lu Cheng came back with a bang: "Yes. I'll let the Soul-devouring Beast go to see it first."

Chi Jiayan: "Oh."

The antlers of the deer were pressed by himself and then pressed to the head.

He took out his sleeves, grabbed a handful of small black fur balls and put them on the ground.

If you look carefully at those little fur balls, you can see that they all have limbs, but they have no head, and it is hard to tell where the mouth is.

A group of fur balls trembled in place for a moment, as if reluctantly, the deer offered warm words of persuasion, and then they lined up and got out through the crack of the door.

Lucheng squatted on the ground, like a beggar, and pulled Chi Jiayan's hand: "It smells so good, kid, do you have instant noodles at home?"

It's rare for Chi Jiayan to meet someone who looks hungrier than him.

He nodded, the corners of his lips curved slightly, revealing the pear dimple: "Yes."

Originally, Chi Jiayan seemed to be talkative at first glance, but fortunately, he was well-behaved and quick-witted, only answering every question, and would not keep talking in front of him.But after Lu Cheng's chatterbox came, the two of them seemed to have turned on some strange switch, and the conversation seemed to have no valve.

——"Cold water? Hey! Isn't that how the kid makes it?"

——"I'm not called a kid. I'm Chi Jiayan, you can call me Jiajia."

—— "Okay, Jiajia, shouldn't you boil hot water?!"

—— "Well... I'm poor, I don't have gas... I can heat it!"

——"Huh? Are you praying to the instant noodles? What...it's hot! You're a tongue-in-cheek!"

--"Ok."

——"Ahahaha, I never imagined that I could see the spirit of words in my lifetime! Hey, what do you know?"

Ling Xiao felt a headache: "You guys are enough."

The conversation came to an abrupt end.

Lu Cheng made a face at Chi Jiayan, and mouthed: "He has a really bad temper."

Chi Jiayan looked at Ling Xiao, but smiled and mouthed: "My brother is fine."

After thinking about it, I added another sentence: My brother is my friend.

A gust of wind blew by, and Ling Xiao disappeared.

Ling Xiao shuttles between the tops of tall buildings and treetops.

Wearing a pale mask and a large black robe, he walked freely through the night.

For him, this is too unusual a day.

Wearing a mask, he is Death.

With the mask off, he is Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao no longer remembers how many years he has existed in this world, and roughly calculated, it may have been thousands of years.He doesn't remember his age very much, and he doesn't remember much about his past. Since his memory gradually became clear, he has been a solitary god of death, dealing with death day after day.

Over the long years, Ling Xiao has also been seen by a few people with spiritual power.

Some people knelt down and begged for mercy tremblingly, some people faced their death calmly, and some people wanted to make an evil deal with him with everything they had.

No one has ever jumped into his arms and told him to be his friend.

Not used to such a change, nor used to getting along with such a soft young man, Ling Xiao felt that he needed to be quiet.

He contacted the horoscope from his consciousness, asking to know what happened in the future.

The horoscope quickly replied: Your request has been denied.

Ling Xiao was a little annoyed.

He didn't like his trajectory being changed by this episode for unknown reasons.

For the first time in thousands of years, he felt a thin layer of fog appearing in front of his eyes.

Ling Xiao returned to Chi Jiayan's house on the third floor of Qingshui Community when dawn was about to break.

Lu Cheng, as an auxiliary god, actually lay on the sofa and smirked.

And the little boy was lying sideways on the bed in the bedroom, his brows were furrowed, and there was still a wet mark under his eyes.

He was indeed very small, no wonder Lu Cheng said he was a child laborer.

The temperature in the early morning may be a little cold, or maybe the god of death has come, the little boy curled himself up like a glutinous rice dumpling.

Ling Xiao reached out and took off his mask, and the temperature in the room rose slightly.

Xiao Hei was lying on the bottom of the cabinet, motionless as if waiting for the mouse.

Not long after, a black fur ball timidly crawled out from the bottom, Xiao Hei rushed up, and the black fur ball shrank back quickly, and there was a shrill cry of fear from under the cabinet.

It turned out that the Soul-devouring Beast had returned and was being hunted by Xiao Hei.

Ling Xiao drove Xiao Hei away, and began to listen to the report of the Soul-devouring Beast.

The fur balls stood on the edge of the bed, chattering endlessly, Ling Xiao's face turned cold, and they quickly found their place and lined up neatly.

The first furball fell down first, revealing a big mouth on its belly.

"I can't die yet." A thick middle-aged male voice sounded—this is the soul fragments they devoured speaking.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third hairballs all began to speak.

"What if I die, Qiuqiu?"

"everything will get better!"

"I don't believe it, I will definitely not die, I will watch Qiuqiu get married and have children!"

"My company will not go bankrupt!"

"It's over, my, my body is rotting... Others will know if this continues! Perfume, I have to buy perfume..."

Ling Xiao finished listening, but saw that Chi Jiayan woke up at some point.

The two looked at each other.

As smart as Chi Jiayan, he already knew what happened.

His lips trembled uncontrollably, and he suppressed crying and asked, "Brother, did I kill Uncle Yu again?"