Forgotten by Death

Second Space Human World

On a late autumn night, the lonely moon casts a pale white light in the sky.

On the road at three o'clock in the morning, the homeless man wrapped tightly in rags and huddled on the corner of the street, the residual wind blew the dead leaves from one side of the road to the other, and the leaves rubbed against the hard and cold asphalt road, scraping thin and dry, inexplicable There are a few traces of withering and depression.

On the deserted street, several cars passed by with their dazzling headlights.

A slightly drunk middle-aged man was driving a car, galloping recklessly on the wide and deserted road, the decadent music in the car trembled the whole night.

With a cigarette in his mouth, the man hummed along with the rhythm. A gust of wind blew past the car window, blowing away the choking smoke.

Suddenly the man flashed in front of his eyes and stepped on the brakes, "Damn—"

The wine is more than half awake!

"What the hell?" Cold sweat slid down his back, and the man grasped the steering wheel firmly and didn't dare to take it lightly.

What a ghost, there really was a black shadow flying past the windshield just now, it was too fast to see clearly, but judging from its size, it should be a pretty big bird.

The man stepped on the gas pedal in amazement, and went to the viaduct on the way home, when the black shadow that had just climbed to the turning suddenly appeared again!

This time it landed on the hood with precision, and it stood still at such a fast speed, staring at him with blood-red eyes.

"what--"

The man was terrified, and hurriedly swung the steering wheel left and right, trying to throw the terrifying black bird off.

Blackbird was unmoved, staring at him with cold eyes as if he was looking at a dead person.

The chills covered his back, and the man became even more frightened. He screamed and slammed on the brake pedal, driving the car slammed left and right, and went crazy on the viaduct.

Just when he was about to collapse, the bird suddenly spread its wings and flew away.

Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a group of dark shadows rushed towards his shop from the sky.

"Ahhh-"

The vehicle was completely out of control, crashed over the guardrail like a mad beast, and fell heavily from a height, making a deafening roar in the silent night.

The flock of blackbirds on the bridge turned a corner against the bridge deck, flew towards the sky again, and disappeared into the night.

The dark crow standing at the head of the bridge flapped its wings and flew down, landed on the unrecognizable car accident scene, tilted its small head to look at the bleeding head in the broken glass.

After a while, a pair of black leather boots walked slowly on the cold and hard road, crushing dead leaves all over the ground.

The underworld crow spread its wings and flew towards the man, landing on his shoulder affectionately.

The leather boots stepped on the blood-stained broken glass and stopped, squatting down slowly in the pungent gasoline smell, and the black robe on his body fell to the ground with his movements.

A pale and slender hand stretched out, lit a white candle and placed it next to the dead man's face.

A cold voice whispered, "Rest in peace."

After packing up the newly collected undead, An Mo stood up and left.

Suddenly he sensed something and looked up towards the roof.

As he raised his head, a delicate chin and half of thin lips were exposed under the black cloak.

In the night sky, long black hair fluttered in the air. An evil man dressed in black stood on the top of the building and watched him for an unknown amount of time. After being spotted, he raised his hand and blew a loud whistle.

"Hey, Xiao Mo, are you still working so late?"

It's Ye Shen Li Feng.

"Ah."

"I heard that your soul is almost full, are you going to take a new position at the headquarters?"

"Well, the last one tonight."

"That's right, I'll go play with you after dawn."

"it is good."

An Mo's voice didn't fluctuate throughout the whole process, and even his expression didn't change a single bit. Lie Feng has long been used to it. His temperament is more suitable for the job of the God of Death. He is a little cold and a little wooden. He has seen too much life and death, and his mood is even more calm. .

"I went to play with your brother, see you later!"

Ye Shen jumped and disappeared into the night sky.

Ming Crow withdrew his gaze, "Master, do you want to go back to the headquarters?"

He nodded, "Let's go."

The black wings behind him did not unfold. He walked down the quiet street with his head down, his entire body and appearance hidden under the black robe.

After today, he may not come here to harvest souls again, he will have a new place to go.

And here—

He stared at the night of this world through the faint street lamp, he probably won't come again...