Death fan talker

One night in the 20s, a short-haired girl in an ordinary kimono was squatting in the shade of Itsuwa Street in Yanagimoto Town.She looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, and she was lowering her eyebrows and looking at her feet quietly.

Suddenly a pair of feet wearing foot bags appeared in the girl's eyes, making her look up at the person passing by.

It was a man in black.

The girl coughed a few times, and made a slightly hoarse voice with some fear: "Excuse me... what's your business?"

"Another person who died of illness." The man whispered his judgment.Then his body turned slightly to the right, and his right hand held the handle of the long knife worn on the left side of his body. After a slight click, the man slowly pulled out the knife.

"The first article in the first entry <World> in "Mao Encyclopedia Glossary" explains what death, soul and human beings are."

"Don't be afraid," he probably has good eyesight, or he is just guessing habitually comforting, "You are already dead, and now you are a soul. I am the God of Death, and I will send you to the world of corpses and souls soon, which is the world after death .”

"In this space, there are several worlds. Among them is the world dominated by humans and ruled by humans, called the present world; and the world where the souls of humans live after death is called the soul world."

"The world of corpses and souls..." The girl moved her body and repeated subconsciously.

"As far as the definition of the soul world is concerned, apart from animal souls, human souls are divided into "whole" and "virtual". A whole is an ordinary soul. If there is no spiritual power, the body will stop growing, and it will only stay in the appearance stage at the time of death. .Xu is an evil spirit that can devour whole bodies and even harm humans.”

"Yes, that place is actually similar to the present world...you should be able to adapt, don't worry." The man who claimed to be the god of death suddenly raised the knife with the cold moonlight on the blade with his hands behind his back, facing down with the handle, and using the knife The end of the handle touched the girl's forehead, and when the knife was removed, the place where the forehead touched seemed to be stamped with a seal the same size as the tip of the handle. At this time, the light blue color it was emitting just made it difficult for people to see clearly the inside of the seal. word.

"The god of death was born from this. Yes, it is the whole body with spiritual power. After creating an organization, it is responsible for defending human beings, guiding souls, and purifying the void. This organization is commonly known as the "Thirteen Guards". The court refers to the "Jingling Court", that is, the place where the god of death lives."

The seal on the girl's forehead emitted an increasingly intense blue light. In an instant, the girl's body sank into the ground from the bottom of her feet, and when her head was completely submerged, she turned into a black butterfly, flying lightly into the dark night sky, and gradually disappearing.

"They are unknown and unknown to humans. Therefore, every time they guide their souls, they will more or less frighten human souls. And this work of guiding souls can be said to be a ceremony, known as "soul burial". "

The man who watched the butterfly go away smiled slightly, turned around and jumped away in an instant, leaving his fading voice on the spot: "OK, I have to go on patrol next..."

"Soul burial is carried out with a knife in the hands of the god of death. This knife is called Zanpakuto. After the soul is buried by the soul, a unique butterfly "Hell Butterfly" will appear to guide them to the world of corpses and souls. After that, The souls who come to the soul world will turn over a new page of their second life and rewrite their own destiny."

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In the dark, under the guidance of a butterfly in front of her, she walked through a long passage, and her eyes lit up, and the girl found herself in a huge room.Looking back, a wooden Japanese-style sliding door behind him was gradually disappearing, and the butterfly guiding the way disappeared at some point.

The room is very long and high, and there is a long queue of people in front of it. There are men and women in the queue, all dressed in different styles.

There was a big table in front of the line, two people in black were busy, and the surrounding area was a little noisy.On the left side of the door sat two people who were also dressed in black, with their eyes closed, as if they were dozing off, or looked sleepy and bored.She had the impression that the clothes were the same as that of the man who called himself Death.

One of them probably sensed that someone was standing still, so he opened one eye and glanced at her indifferently, seeing that she still hadn't moved, he said coldly, "What are you looking at, go to line up." The long line yelled: "What's the noise! ​​- Quiet me!"

When he said this, his voice was not too loud, but the girl felt an inexplicable and strong sense of suffocation in an instant, as if it was oppressing her out of breath, and she almost had the urge to kneel on the ground.After looking hard, the faces of the people on the other side of the team also changed drastically, and several people even collapsed on the ground, looking shocked.

Suddenly, the oppressive feeling disappeared like running water, as if it had never appeared before.Everyone in the team gasped at the same time, and they didn't dare to speak any more.

The girl stroked her chest, and suddenly coughed non-stop. Standing where she was, she managed to take a breath before walking forward.I couldn't help but look back at the two gods of death. They had closed their eyes and continued to doze off again.

The girl walked to the end of the line and lined up quietly, still coughing uncontrollably, but the surroundings were much quieter, probably because of the majesty of the god of death, no one talked or acted rashly anymore.Soon it was the girl's turn, and the god of death at the desk leaned over the desk and wrote without raising his head, "Name?"

"Jiyang knows Wu."

"age?"

"fifteen."

The god of death who asked the question didn't mind her somewhat low and hoarse voice, quickly filled out a slip, filled in the same content on another form, and handed the slip to the god of death next to him, the latter's palm lighted up, A red stamp appears and disappears on the slip.

"Okay, get your "Collection Ticket" and go out from there. "The god of death handed the slip to the girl, casually pointed to the screen behind him, and immediately said to the team: "Next. "

The girl wanted to thank him politely, but she ignored him, so she had no choice but to walk towards the screen.Looking down, besides the red seal, there are only four items on the sorting coupon in his hand, which are clearly written in black and white: name, gender, age, and one difference: Shen Lane, District 73, Nanliuhun Street.

Shen Nong should be the name of District 73.The girl folded the paper and put it in her arms, and wrapped it around the screen. It turned out that there was a sliding door.After opening and closing, pass the porch, walk out the gate, and there is a wide street in front of you.

There are people coming and going on the street, and what is displayed in front of you is a lively scene.

Very prosperous, very bustling, and very noisy.

"Where do people go when they die?

They have become souls living in another world.

It has emotions, life span, lives in an ordinary and peaceful way, and will truly disappear after the second death.

If it is special, it is another fate.

——The fate of being a god of death.

——"Instructions to the Soul World·Preface""