[Death] Empty Cicada

Jing Qi couldn't believe that he was dead and went to another world.

That was the first time he felt suddenly out of reality, as if he didn't exist.Trance can be used to roughly describe Jing Qina's state.

But... It's fine even if you die, relatives don't have to be dragged down by the two brothers.

If it comes, it will be safe, what else can he do other than accept it.He had to survive and find his brother.

Life in Liuhun Street is very simple and unremarkable. Most of the people here have no spiritual power. They can survive as long as they drink a small amount of water. My aunt has a little spiritual power. The family makes a living by selling some woven goods and wooden utensils. , I can survive under the management of my aunt.

Now Jing Qi is very interested in the knife skills here, but the civilians here are not allowed to bring sharpened knives, they can only carry a kind of iron tool called Qianda. Many civilians will never see the so-called God of Death in their lifetime. It's not specifically to protect Ruhun Street, it's just a symbolic responsibility here.

The glory of the god of death exists only in Seireitei.

The days passed like flowing water, Jing Qi was holding a pack of Jinping Tang, this kind of colorful, sweet and tooth-losing thing is only liked by children.The little brother Qinggu next door is always pestering him to eat sweets, maybe Jing Qi is better at talking than Uncle Qinggu...

Every summer, there will be a summer festival in June and July, and men and women will wear yukata and go to the countryside to enjoy flowers.From time to time, there are news that the sons of a certain family are fighting duels for women.

About finding the younger brother in the previous life... He asked his aunt, once the soul is reincarnated, even if it dies at the same time, it may not be allocated to a similar area, not to mention that everyone has no memory of the previous life, and there is a huge crowd, where can I find such a child?

"Xiao Jing, are you out shopping?" The aunt who sells vegetables by the roadside saw Jing Qi.

"Yes, Auntie is good."

The aunt beckoned, "Come here and bring this to your aunt. Eat more fresh vegetables, it's good for your health."

The uncle next to the aunt sat on the stool and nodded, "Yes, children, pay attention to your body."

"Ah, yes." Jing Qi hugged her arms full of fresh vegetables, and depressedly wanted to decline but couldn't.

"Thank you, Auntie."

After Jing Qi walked away, the aunt said with emotion, "Xiao Jing is too polite, if my Jiro can be so filial, I will be blessed for three lifetimes."

With tattered straw sandals on his feet and casual clothes with sleeves cut off, Jing Qi walked slowly towards the door.

Pushing open the wooden door, putting down some seasonings and vegetables, Jing Qi took off the straw sandals and stepped barefoot on the tatami.

"Jing Qi?"

"Ah, Auntie, I've bought it."

"Well, good boy, don't work too hard." The aunt was dressed in common clothes, stroking Jing Qi's head.

God knows that Jing Qi is already a big man in his 20s at heart, and his aunt always treats him like a child...

In fact, Jing Qi's original name was Jin Yi. This was a new name chosen by my aunt and myself. What?Surname you ask?Civilians don't need to have a surname, and no one will give themselves a surname unless they become a god of death.

Jing Qi consciously cooks, and her aunt has worked very hard to earn money to support the family.

She didn't ask much about Jing Qi's origin, even though she knew that Jing Qi had memories of past lives differently from others, they didn't care about these, and whether they had memories or not, would it make any difference to their lives?

The summer sky on Liuhun Street is changeable. After a while, the wind will blow hard. My aunt hurriedly put away the clothes that were drying in the yard.

It looked like it was going to rain.

My aunt called Jing Qi to the bedroom, and when the sky became dark, she took out a newly woven bathrobe, "Xiao Jing, let's see if it fits."

"Auntie, I said...don't treat me like a child."

"Oh, a big kid who can blush?"

The aunt's hair was simply pulled up, Jing Qi thought, if the mother can live to the age of the aunt, it must be like this, maybe it is God's compensation for him.

"Then I'll try."

Jing Qi wears a belt, and the hem just reaches the ankle. It is not a very good-looking dress. In Liuhun Street, ordinary people are only allowed to wear gray-black or dark blue clothes. The gray bathrobe made of coarse cloth is made by my aunt herself. , "Tsk tsk, it fits just right, thank you, aunt."

The tranquility of time has almost made Jing Qi forget the modern steel high-rise buildings and the well-developed network.Maybe taking care of grandma and aunt who seems to be strong, and staying by their side, can this be called happiness?

The sky completely darkened, dark clouds gathered, and the rumbling thunder sounded in the distance, breaking the silence.

After a while, the heavy rain poured down, gradually forming a rain curtain at the eaves, and a series of water droplets smashed shallow pits in front of the porch.

Grandma's body has aged a lot without knowing it. Apart from eating every day, she just sits in front of the door and basks in the sun.

He was always lying on the bed in a state of desperation, and even his voice became weak.

Later, Jing Qi thought that if it wasn't for this disaster, he might not have thought about learning to master spiritual power, cutting skills, knowing all kinds of death gods, and experiencing so many things.

He also wouldn't be so clearly aware of how fragile and fragile life is in this world.

It was raining heavily, and the sound of fireworks occasionally sounded at night, and he was about to turn off the oil lamp.The door was kicked open.

The paper door was smashed, and a group of unscrupulous youths broke in. He knew the leader, and Jing Qi had beat this guy up more than once to make him cry.

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