[Comprehensive] The girl who made a contract

"But I can't tell jokes."

The eyes hidden under the long hair in the funeral room stared intently at the girl with a tight face in front of her. The serious children always make people unconsciously want to break their adult appearance that does not belong to them , obviously at an age where one should laugh very flamboyantly, but every one of them pretended to be annoying.

"Then, Xiaosheng can't do anything about it." Shrugging his shoulders, he turned around and rolled his long sleeves aside helplessly, holding the black forehead needle and thread, and started his work, "The door is in front, so you can leave."

She was invited out very unceremoniously, until she walked out the door and looked back at the words "undertaker" on the door, Jing An still couldn't react to what happened just now.

Looking up at the words on the plaque, looking at the carriages coming and going on the street, as well as the occasional people in fine clothes who showed their faces because of the wind, Jing An, who was extremely sad, found that she really had nowhere to go.

Turning around again, he pushed open the door and walked in. As soon as he entered, he heard the man's careless voice: "Why, have you figured out a way to make Xiaosheng laugh?" His hands kept moving, and he didn't even look at Jing An. .

Is this completely ignoring her?

Taking a breath, Jing An mumbled and said hastily: "Once upon a time, a mung bean fell from the third floor and turned into a red bean."

The funeral room turned to look at Jing An with a puzzled expression, his face was full of puzzlement and confusion: "So, why?" Why did he suddenly say such an inexplicable sentence, and why did mung beans turn into red beans.

Looking at the head that was approaching her, Jing An subconsciously took a step back and explained: "If the mung bean bleeds, it will turn into a red bean?"

"Then, why do you say this?" Is it as a spice, or I think he will take such a rough sentence as a joke, "You treat it as a joke? If you want to say it, you are really not suitable for telling jokes."

Looking at his raised head with a sinister smile and unscrupulous face, Jing An asked dully: "Why don't you smile, isn't it funny?" There are still some words that can only be effective in certain special situations, or Her laughing point is lower than that of the lowest funeral room in the world, which she always thought was the laughing point.

Can this perception be rejected?Jing'an was struggling to think like this.

Looking at the dull and serious girl makes people feel unbearable.The funeral room turned its head away, and looked around this black room of its own. The room was filled with coffins of various patterns, and the atmosphere was too dark.

"Since you can't follow the rules, Xiaosheng can't do anything about it." The funeral home shrugged helplessly, his hands staggered leisurely on the long hem of the clothes like a Lafayette, and the whole person revealed that he was easy to talk but others didn't cooperate. "Ah..." He yawned meaninglessly, "Is Xiaosheng still a little sleepy?"

"Does Death need to sleep?"

"Who said you don't need to sleep, the god of death hates working overtime the most."

Eh?The unbelievable thoughts of the funeral house that had reacted made him suddenly sober, and his eyes suddenly changed from indifferent laziness to sharpness.

"How do you know that Xiaosheng is the god of death?"

Getting closer to the funeral room, Jing An lowered her head and saw his eyes hidden under the thick and long hair.He had a handsome face, with a scar running across the bridge of his nose, half of his face was stained with coldness, and his eyes were not at all restful and easy-going.

There was a strong threat in his tone, as if if Jing An didn't say a reason for him to accept, he would kill him.

"I dreamed about it in my dream. Didn't Charles see you in the Death God Library?" The serious Jing An hid her trembling hands and pretended to be calm, "Otherwise, why did I come back to you? I always come to you."

Taking a step back, Jing An broke into a cold sweat when the cold-tempered person suddenly laughed, she was really afraid that she was going to confess here today.

"Do you know what kind of person is the funniest?"

The funeral house stretched out a finger and waved it in front of Jing An's eyes, the eyes were full of interest.

"It's a serious little devil like you, of course the other one I can't get too close to, but you?" Glancing at her, the funeral home raised her chin with its fingers and said pitifully, " Help me with a month's work."

Eh?

Jing An, who switched too quickly and didn't realize it, looked at the inexplicable person, so where is his laughing point?What the hell was he pretending to be in his head, did he really become stupid?

"Come on, let's go out."

Looking after the person who was the first to go out, Jing An froze for two seconds and followed closely.Although I don't understand it very well, let's ignore it for the time being, as long as she can complete the task.

"What are we going out for?"

"See Charles."

Happiness came so suddenly, I walked all the way to the entrance of the palace, and looked at the nobles in rich clothes getting off the carriage in front, the excitement in my heart stopped for a while, looked at those nobles with fragrant clothes, and then looked at their own tatters completely out of state clothes.

"What are we here for?"

"Go to the ball, the masquerade ball held by the Queen, I heard that every nobleman will participate."

The funeral home answered as a matter of course, handed in the invitation letter at the door and walked in, Jing An closely followed his footsteps, not at all noticing the abnormalities on the faces of the people beside her.

It's just that the angle of the evil smile on the corner of his mouth is becoming more and more difficult to control.

Walking unhurriedly, Jing An bit the bullet and followed behind him, trying to let herself ignore those curious, moral, and incomprehensible eyes drifting over from time to time.

Her footsteps stopped, and before she could react, she slammed into the back of the person in front of her.Jing An, who was just about to ask questions, raised her head and saw Charles Phantomhine not far away. His small face was serious and showed aristocratic reserve, arrogance and indifference. Sebastian beside him With a fox-like smile on An's face, he was polite and polite, which made people feel good.

"Funeral house?" Charles looked at the person in front of him in disbelief, and asked, "Why are you here?"

"This girl said she wanted to see you, Earl," she moved her footsteps, and Jing An, who was standing behind her, came into the sight of several people, "Xiaosheng also sacrificed this busy time to accompany her on this trip." With a glance at the resplendent and luxurious palace, he smiled and admired it all over his face, "It's just such a beautiful palace, it's not like Xiaosheng came here for nothing."

As for the person who was sold the fastest by his teammates, the time was definitely Jing An, who was pushed out out of nowhere.

Surprised eyes swept over the red short-haired girl who appeared in front of her. She was dressed in strange clothes, and there was a small scar on her face. Charles looked away and looked at the funeral room, which was out of the way.

"What do you mean by that?"

"That's what it means on the surface."

Sensing the unusual aura exuding from Jing An, Sebastian's eyes were narrowed with vigilance, and he unconsciously became serious.