The days of living with the god of death

"Who stipulates that the god of death must know everything? You humans live in such ignorance, so the god of death must know everything. Is this fair?" the god of death retorted confidently.

"You sent so many people out of Yangjian, and you never wondered where they went?" The thief was also shocked.

"This... I have been curious for about 100 years, and then I don't bother to care about it." Death shrugged nonchalantly, "No matter where they go, I will stay here."

"How long have you lived?" Zhou Ming looked up and down the Grim Reaper, who looked only in his early twenties, and thought that this guy looked no different in temperament from all the college students who were just eating and waiting to die.

"I don't remember such a boring number." The god of death waved his hand impatiently, and said to the thief, "In short, you are dead, this is an unchangeable reality, in order to make up for your regret, you can spend the remaining half a day Walk around, see people you want to meet, stuff like that."

"What if I don't want to leave?" The thief immediately grabbed the truck next to him, "I don't want to leave Yangjian, I must stay here, what will you do to me?"

"If you want to stay, you can stay." Death raised his eyebrows, "But the ugly words come first, if you miss today, you will never be able to leave again."

"What do you mean?" The thief quickly let go of his hand in fright.

"If your soul is not taken away in time, you will become a ghost. For example, if you hang on a truck and spend the sunrise, you will become a ghost attached to the truck from then on." Death played with his fingers boredly , the casual attitude seems to be talking about an insignificant little thing, "You can't do anything in the first few years, but when your consciousness gradually fades and the resentment accumulates, you will have more power, Like controlling a truck and killing someone or something."

"I will become a ghost?" The thief was shaking all over, unable to speak, and quickly hugged Death God's waist, "Please take me away! I have been afraid of ghosts since I was a child! "

"Uh..." Reaper obviously didn't expect to be hugged suddenly, and his expression was stunned for a moment.

"So ghosts do exist, right?" Zhou Ming folded his arms, feeling more and more chill all over his body.

If the soul will become a ghost if it does not leave the world in time, then what is he?What about the man who didn't die because of him?

"Let's talk about it first, if I become a ghost, I will definitely haunt you." Zhou Ming looked at the god of death with resentment in his eyes, "I didn't die in Chengdu because of something wrong with your work!"

"Technically speaking, you can't do it. If you become a ghost, I have no obligation to deal with your death." The god of death spread his hands, "At that time, I will not continue to be bound by your side. "

Zhou Ming stood there in a daze, unable to imagine what a terrible future awaited him.

"Don't you gods of death care about wandering souls? Then what should we do if there are more and more ghosts in this world?" Zhou Ming suddenly felt that these gods of death were too irresponsible!

"How do I know." Death yawned lazily, "Maybe someone like an exorcist, a Taoist monk, etc. will solve the problem?"

"Maybe what do you mean? Are you not the god of death? Don't you know if there is an exorcist?"

"I only care about the part after death. What did they do to me during life?"

Zhou Ming was so angry that he couldn't find anything to refute, so he could only make up his mind to print a photo of the Wen family's Shuangsha and take it with him every day when he went back.

"If you don't object, I'd like to have a glass of beer." The thief looked at his dead body sadly, "To commemorate my death... I'll drink a few more glasses, maybe there will be no one to replace it on the anniversary of my death next year." I serve wine."

According to the thief, there is a halal restaurant down the street, and the kebabs are delicious, especially when paired with beer.Among the three, Zhou Ming, the only one with money, could only afford the wallet. He asked the restaurant owner for a dozen skewers of roast mutton, and ordered a bottle of beer.

"Three cups, thank you." Zhou Ming looked at the god of death and the thief waiting at the table.

The boss looked at the neurotic expression on his face, and set him three cups in silence.

"I forgot that others can't see you two." Zhou Ming complained, "I must look very stupid now."

"At the scene of the car accident just now, many people thought you were crazy." The thief said coolly. He wanted to pick up the poured glass, but his finger went straight through it, and he couldn't help being shocked. "What's going on? ?!"

"Say it, all you have left is your soul. Without *, what do you want to use to get the cup?" The god of death over there has already taken off the wet sweater coat, hung it on the chair, and conveniently removed the cup on top of his head. The fan turned on, and then frowned again, "This dress must be scrapped."

Do you think you can dry your clothes like this?Zhou Ming rolled his eyes at this ignorant god of death.

"No way..." The thief grabbed and scratched at the glass, but couldn't pick it up, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?! Both of you can eat skewers and drink beer, but I can't, don't you think Is it too cruel?!"

"Death is so cruel, let's accept the reality." Grim Reaper rubbed his hands excitedly, raised his glass and took a sip of the wine, then picked up the skewers and gnawed, "Yeah, this shop is good, I like it."

Zhou Ming also took off his coat with blood and brains on it, and gave Death a sideways look, "Why do I think it's because of your greed? Speaking of which, how did you eat when no one paid for you before? Do you eat for free? ?”

"I didn't need to eat before." The god of death picked from the plate, pushed the burnt ones to Zhou Ming's side, and kept the tender ones. "Thanks to you, I had a pretty good day today."

"But I'm not happy!" Zhou Ming looked at the several sticks of burnt lamb on the plate very unhappy, "I'll pay for your meal!"

"If you can continue to live by treating the god of death to dinner, I'd be willing to spend any money!" The thief looked at Zhou Ming sadly, "You can be content!"

Hmm...it seems to make sense.How many rich people want to spend money to buy life but can't buy it.Thinking about it this way, Zhou Ming regained his balance.

After looking at them in silence for a while, the thief finally couldn't hold back anymore and began to babble, "This is where we sell stolen goods and distribute dividends. Someone will come to collect mobile phones and valuables when the time comes. After getting the money, most of us It has to be handed over to the top, and only a small part can be kept. If the income is good today, I usually buy a bottle of beer to celebrate."

"It sounds like a lot of hard work." Zhou Ming rubbed the oil on his fingers, "I'm tired of work, and I don't earn much."

"It's still life-threatening." The thief shook his head, "In this world, why isn't it like this?"

"If you don't drink this glass, it will be mine." Zhou Ming looked at the beer bottle that quickly bottomed out, and decisively drank the glass of wine in front of the thief.

"You!!!" The thief slapped the table angrily, "I'm dead! It's not okay to put a glass of wine in front of me as a thought? Believe it or not, even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go?!"

"You won't." Zhou Ming hiccupped, "You said you were afraid of ghosts."

The thief immediately paused.

At this moment, a few guys wearing big padded jackets walked in, "Boss, it's the same as usual!"

"Hey, is this the person you mentioned?" Zhou Ming poked the thief who had softened into a puddle of mud, and the person who came in gave him a fierce look, only to find that he turned away after talking to the air .

"Yes." The thief pointed at the group of people one by one, "The one with the scar on his face is our boss, the one with the sunglasses is the receiver, and the one standing next to him is the bodyguard."

Zhou Ming was excited for a while, he came across a large-scale criminal gang that the ordinary police could not find clues in this way!If he could catch all these criminals, he might even get a bonus!

Seeing that he was about to move, the thief patted his arm, "What are you thinking? Are you going to cheat?"

"Black your sister, black!" Zhou Ming lowered his voice, "Are you saying I'm reporting them? Or subduing them?"

"Both are stupid things." The thief pouted. "There are their eyeliners around here, and the police ran away as soon as they got close to them. As for your actions... It is undeniable that you are a little lucky..."

"What are you afraid of? The God of Death is on our side!" Zhou Ming looked at the God of Death cheerfully, only to find that the God of Death was slowly wiping his hands with a tissue.

"Ten more skewers, I like the taste!" A certain foodie obviously didn't listen to what they said.

"Hey!"

"These people are still too early to die." Seeing that Zhou Ming didn't buy it, the god of death could only look at the side where the stolen goods were collected, "But it doesn't matter if you try it, anyway, you can't die again. At most, you will be killed." Someone beat me up?"

"Boss! Ten more skewers of roasted mutton! Make it tender and sprinkle more chili powder!" Zhou Ming immediately greeted the boss.

Picking up the coat that looked like it had just been taken out of the slaughterhouse from the chair, Zhou Ming dressed neatly, took out his mobile phone, and went to the table of the criminal gang, "Bosses, do you want to collect the stolen goods?"