Death has no scythe

The god of death has a sickle, but Zero July does not.

His job task is quite special, it is a profession between angel and devil - healer of souls.

This profession is mainly responsible for cleaning up the suicide soul and restoring the original intention of the deceased.

Combining the experience of the deceased before his death and getting along with him in the next few months, if the deceased had a good heart, he would enter heaven.

If the crime of the dead is unforgivable, use the sickle of death to hook him into hell.

But Zero July is still an intern, let alone a sickle, he doesn't even have a cloak hat.

But he also blamed himself for it. It was unbelievable for a demon to find a job in heaven, but he actually voluntarily gave up his request to be a soul healer.

Zero July's first soul target was chosen by himself, a sullen teenager.

The young man looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, and his pair of Ruifeng eyes should look good when he smiles, so when he first joined the industry in July, he was shocked by other soul masters because he got good resources.

He is not annoyed, he is cheerful every day, and when he has nothing to do, he goes to the study to read various books that heal the mind.Those who knew said that he worked hard, but those who didn't know thought that he had taken over a high-ranking official in heaven.

However, a major event has happened in heaven recently. An angel who was supposed to take office more than half a month ago has not completed the conferment ceremony, and the priesthood has been vacant for so many days.Therefore, the purpose of Zero July is self-evident. A demon who goes to serve in heaven and covets such a high priesthood, while scoffing at it, there is also a lot of envy and jealousy mixed in it.

"Hey? Master Zero, can you see if what you want is this person's information?" A girl with short hair came over with a thick stack of information in her hand.He put the information book on the table and flipped through it, and took out a folder with two big characters [Yi Dian] on it and handed it to Ling Qiyue who was flipping through the pages of the book.

Zero July hurriedly clipped the bookmark and closed the book, took the materials with both hands, and after flipping through two pages, "It's him that's right, I'm sorry to trouble you." Saying this, he got up, organized the materials and books and was ready to go back, thinking again Woke up, "I will go to the world in three days, do you want to go and look at the information of the deceased together?"

"Okay!" As soon as she heard that she was going to the human world, the little girl's interest immediately increased a few degrees, and even her voice became more energetic.

"Well, see you there in three days."

"Be there or leave!" As soon as the man went out, the little girl hugged the information on the table back into her arms, obviously she hadn't recovered from the joy just now, and she walked a lot more briskly.

This little girl was in charge of sorting out the information on the deceased, her name was Sibaiqi, and she belonged to the category of demons.Because it happened to be 4 demons when I joined the job, so I got this name.

Now there are three types in this world—angels, demons, and humans.The three types are dependent on each other, seemingly peaceful coexistence, but in fact angels belong to the highest level, followed by humans, and demons are ranked last because they are often associated with evil and death.

But the devil doesn't think so, everyone has birth, old age, sickness and death, and they are born equal. They should be at the top of the row. They have mastered all kinds of evil and desires that are born with them, and they are much more straightforward than those hypocritical and cowardly angels. up.

So the devil and the angel have been in a faint rivalry.

Returning home in July, she changed her shoes and handed over the documents to the aunt at the door for safekeeping.Looking up at a set of tableware on the table, he asked as usual, "Are you still awake?"

Hearing the sound, the aunt who came out of the room on the second floor shook her head.Zero July didn't ask any more questions, and ate dinner by himself.

After eating, he changed into a set of black home clothes, took the materials and went back to his room.

The lights in the room glowed with warm orange light, and the whole room was no longer cold.

Zero July put the materials on the desk by the window, and first went to see the boy lying on the bed.

After a few days, the swelling on the face has subsided, and there are no bruised blood clots.The delicate eyebrows and eyes are exposed, and there is a small mole on the tip of the nose, which looks a little playful.

Zero July couldn't help but touched his pale and thin face with his hands, the young man didn't seem to wake up at all, "Your name is Yi Dian in the world..." Zero July sighed reluctantly after a while, and returned to At the desk.

Turn on the desk lamp and flip through the book.

Dead: Yi Dian.

Age: seventeen years old.

Cause of death: Fall from height. (suicide, jump to death)

"Water..." A faint voice came from behind, Ling Qiyue hurriedly ran over, the boy on the bed seemed to be struggling to open his eyelids, his hands slightly raised, as if he was searching for something.

Zero July poured half a glass of water into the glass, wrapped his arms around his body, and asked him to sit up.Bringing the cup to his lips, the young man gently held the cup in his hand, gurgling and gulping down the water in the cup, "More".

After drinking three or four glasses of water before stopping, Ling Qiyue watched him wave his hand and adjust the pillow he was leaning on to be lower, making it more comfortable for him to lean on.

The boy opened his eyes and saw Ling Qiyue trying to raise the corners of his lips, "Thank you." The voice was weak, but not unpleasant.

"You slept for a long time."

"I'm sorry to trouble you." The boy said, then lifted the quilt and prepared to get out of bed.Being held down by Ling Qiyue, the boy frowned slightly, "Thank you, but I have to go home."

"You are already dead."

The boy was stunned for a moment, glanced at Ling Qiyue beside the bed, trying to recall what happened.

Some struggled, the boy rubbed his temples and shook his head helplessly, "I jumped off a building, but I can't remember why."

Zero July looked at him and felt a little uncomfortable.But he didn't show it, just tucked his quilt up, "Do you want to eat something?"

The boy shook his head, still trying to remember.

"Forget it, forget it, forget it."

"I don't know what you call it yet," the young man stretched out his hand, the wound on his arm that was cut by the blade has not healed, and the dense crowd looks a little scary.

Looking at his arm in Zero July, the teenager realized what he wanted to retract but was grabbed by him.

"Zero July, I'm here to protect you." The young man looked straight at him, his emotions obviously eased, but after only a few seconds, he lowered his head and smiled self-deprecatingly, "Am I going to hell? Ah. I heard that people who commit suicide will go to hell."

Zero July held his hand tightly again, trying to pull him out of his depressed mood, "Not necessarily, I'm here to save you."

"Save me?" The boy's eyes suddenly lit up, and his other hand hurriedly grasped Ling Qiyue's wrist, "Are you really here to save me?"

Seeing his appearance, Ling Qiyue felt more and more uncomfortable, and he couldn't restrain himself.The young man caught him off guard and buried himself in Ling Qiyue's arms, probably crying, his voice trembling.

Ling Qiyue had no choice but to pat his back with his hands and coax him softly, "Don't cry, don't cry, I'm here."

"I want to put my mark on you, so that you will be the only one of me." The young man whimpered, and he had no temper until Ling Qiyue "If it's not possible..."

"How?" Ling Qiyue couldn't refuse at all, and his feelings for the young man in his arms were not as pure as the spirit healer and the deceased.

As soon as he finished speaking, the pain of being bitten by his teeth came from his neck. The man's teeth were a little sharp, as if they could directly pierce the flesh, but it was only a momentary piercing sensation.

He let go quickly, looking at Ling Qiyue with red eyes, "Does it hurt?"

"No, it's okay." Ling Qiyue looked at him, and wiped away the tears on his face with his hands, "Do you want to eat something?"

"it is good."

"Then I'll bring it to you." Then, Ling Qiyue got up and supported him on the pillow again, then turned and walked out the door.

After the door was closed, the person on the bed let out a long sigh of relief, and looked at the door with a meaningful smile on his lips.

What a fool, he was much easier to deal with than those people, and he was a little surprised that he could be taken down by himself so quickly.

The boy took the water glass that was placed on the bedside table just now, rinsed his mouth carefully with the water in it, then spit it back into the glass, and put the glass back in place.