Original toffee

I am, a god of death who has just grown up and failed in cultivation, and was kicked out of the shelves.

Why?Because I was young, and the previous god of death, that is, my brother, left very early for some unexplainable reasons, which directly led to me being forced to be a god of death before I reached the standard of being a god of death.

I will cry if I continue.

Insufficient cultivation, this is a very troublesome thing, I found out as soon as I arrived in the world - I have no shadow.

Because my cultivation can't allow me to perfectly disguise as an ordinary human being.

And not having a perfect disguise means that this will bring some unnecessary troubles to the process of extraditing my soul.

So naively, I came up with a solution: borrow the shadow.

Of course, shadows don't just borrow as they say, they have to sign a contract.This kind of contract is bound from life to life, even if it enters reincarnation, it cannot be undone, unless the god of death is willing to return half of the soul and shadow together, so that the human being who lent the shadow will have the shadow again, and the god of death... It is not far from his own death.

Yes, Grim Reaper will die, just not as easily as humans.

And the human beings who have lent their shadows will have a short lifespan, and it is impossible to have a shadow for life after life, and they must live in darkness.

Because the shadow represents the life of human beings, it can prevent disasters, and can protect human beings from disasters. Without shadows, it will not only bring about a short life, but also live in disasters for the rest of your life, and there is no way to prove that you are a person—— Only ghosts have no shadow.

All in all, this contract was dark and unfair, but I didn't know anything at that time, I only knew that after signing the contract, I could successfully borrow the shadow.

So I found a child, a very beautiful boy, but unfortunately he had been ill for a long time, and could only sit or lie on the bed every day, as fragile as a porcelain doll.

"I am Death, would you make a contract with me and lend me your shadow?" I found him one night and asked him.

"If you don't want to, will you take me away?" Under the pale moonlight, his eyes were also reflected in silvery white, looking at me brightly.

"No, how could it be?" I was a little confused and said in a daze, "How can I take you away without permission before your lifespan is reached? When you are about to die, I will naturally come here to wait for you .”

"Then if I lend you the shadow, are we friends?"

"Yes," I looked down at him, "the contract will bind us together, and we will be inseparable from life to life."

He listened and laughed softly.This is the first time since I observed him in the past few days that he smiled sincerely, and he smiled very nicely, which made me a little embarrassed and a little happy: "Then I would like to lend you my shadow."

We quickly signed a contract, and I had my shadow, so I left happily, promising him that I would come here to pick him up on the day he died.

But what I didn't expect was that on the third day I had the shadow, he left.

When I rushed to his house, I only saw his body lying on the bed, but did not find him.

His whole family gathered around the bed, and the elderly grandpa covered his head with a white cloth with trembling hands, and there seemed to be a gentle smile at the corner of his mouth, which was quietly covered by the white cloth.

And I stood in the black corner, watching everyone busy, no one can see me, so I was a powerless bystander.

That was the first time I really realized the joys and sorrows in the world, what is life and death, and it was only at that moment that I realized that even the god of death cannot control life.

Later I heard that because of the contract, he had a part of the power of the god of death, so he went to reincarnation by himself.

Only then did I know that the real contract was not as simple as I imagined, and I was the one who harmed him.

I never saw him again.

I carry his shadow in the world and continue to walk, continue to work, and take away countless souls every day, some are filthy, some are greedy, some are holy and innocent, some are passionate, but souls like him , I have never seen it again, but the shadow he left for me has become more and more integrated with me, as if it was a natural one, and sometimes I forget whose shadow it is, is that boy really just a transparent one I imagined? phantom.

I often lower my head and talk to the shadows on the ground while waiting for those dying souls to have time to spare. Unfortunately, shadows can't speak, they just lie on the ground silently, so every time I talk to myself, imagining what if It is the soul I am attached to, so how will he answer me.

Until one year, I temporarily received news that I was going to a nursing home to receive a soul.

I put the notebook full of information about various souls in my pocket, thinking that this task was the same as before, so I went straight to it without thinking too much.

At that time, it was past twelve o'clock at night. I stood on the grass outside the nursing home and looked up at the white building. For a moment, I remembered the night when the contract was made. It was also pale but extremely bright. The moonlight is also black without wind, familiar as if I have returned to that time.

But I know that many years have passed, even if I am the god of death, I can't go back to that time.

I collected my thoughts, walked into the nursing home, and went directly to Ward 506.

It was a very monotonously furnished single ward, probably because the patient was really hopeless, so there was no medical equipment at all. There was only a hospital bed, a small bedside table and a chair in the empty room , all are white, there is a person lying on the white sheet, and the same white quilt is pulled up to cover the top of the head, only the outline of a person is faintly revealed.

already dead?

I paused, took a step back in astonishment, and looked up to the room number of the room above my head—it was indeed 506, not the mortuary.

My heart was relieved, I walked over, stretched out my hand to pull away the quilt, but suddenly froze the moment I saw the patient's face clearly.

The face of the person lying there was familiar, with pale but still beautiful outlines, thin eyelids, and bloodless lips, it looked like a delicate porcelain doll.

Am I dreaming?No, how could the god of death be dreaming.

So... Is he the soul I want to extradite?

I stretched out my hand and touched his face lightly and restrainedly, but I withdrew my hand suddenly as if I was being scalded when I touched a piece of warmth.

It was really him, not a dream.

He was only sixteen or seventeen years old, obviously short-lived—is it because there are no shadows... I looked at the white spilled in from the window, and then at the ground, only to see the black shadow trailing behind me.

Originally belonged to his shadow, belonged to his life.

I was still in a daze, but the eyelashes of the person on the bed trembled slightly, and they opened their eyes first.He looked at me, moved his lips, his voice was so weak that he could hardly hear it.

I leaned close to his ear, only to hear him whisper, try his best to say cheerfully: "You are here."

"I'm here." My heart seemed to be hooked by the ending sound of his words, numb.

He struggled a bit, as if he wanted to sit up, but I quickly reached out and pressed him, so he had to lie there.I pulled up the quilt and covered him, then pulled the chair next to me and sat down, organized my words: "I didn't have time to pick you up last time, it was too sudden, and I have been looking for you for so many years, I have been able to have my own shadow for a long time, last time...that contract was really unfair, I think..."

"You want to get rid of it." He looked at me and said calmly, "but I don't want to."

I looked at him puzzled: "Why don't you want to? As long as you cancel that contract, you don't have to lie sick in bed all the time, you can go and see this world, and you can live for a long, long time..."

"But I will forget you." He interrupted me and said, "Because of this contract, I will not live to be 20 years old, I will be regarded as a disaster star, and I will be plagued by disasters, but at the same time, I have a little something that belongs to you." Strength, I can at least choose not to forget everything that came before each time I regained my life - it hurts a bit, but I'm still happy."

"It's hard." I didn't know what to say, so I had to repeat, "It will be painful not to forget."

"But I think it's more painful to forget you." He smiled weakly, "I don't want to live to the age of seventy and eighty, you come to me, I ask you if you are the god of death, you say yes, and then I get scared , because people will be afraid of death after living for a long time, and will be attached to the world, even if the world is not particularly beautiful. I want to see you before I see the beauty and decay of the world, so that I will not be afraid of you , maybe we can sit down and have a cup of tea, watch the sunrise or sunset, and I will lean on your shoulder after drinking tea, and we will leave together..." He said that there was a sparkle in his eyes, and soon the The bright color flowed down on the cheeks, "I don't want to forget you, maybe I can meet you sooner if I die sooner, I..."

He looked at me and tried to break free from the quilt and sit up: "I want to be with you, because I know that Death is very gentle, simple, but also very lonely."

"I..." I opened my mouth, but I didn't know what to say, so I closed it annoyed.

But he leaned over and gently took my hand: "I'm not afraid that you are the god of death, and you may really not understand that contract."

"That's a contract in which God of Death betrayed his sincerity, and what was exchanged was human life and God of Death's heart and soul."

"The contract time limit is eternal, life after life."

"Never unraveling."