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Chapter 119
Kou Dong seems to have had a long dream.
He stood and wandered on the roof, looking down from the high upstairs. Below is the busy traffic. The golden-red lamps converged into a river, flowing under his feet.
After get off work, home, and hurried to the next dinner. The old lady held her grandson in her hand, and the girl snuggled up on her boyfriend's chest. Everyone has a place to go.
His toes rested on the edge, and he heard the whirring of the wind. Behind him is an erected, high lightning rod, and the sky above the roof is empty, not even half of a person can be seen.
Only he could hear footsteps.
Death wearing a heavy black hood stood behind him. He was watched by gloomy eyes, and his body was immersed in the icy cold water, and every breath was painful.
"I just want to live."
He heard his own voice say wearily.
"I just want to live..."
Death looked indifferently and did not respond to his words. But Kou Dong vaguely knew in his heart that he should not be able to escape this time.
A long time ago, a master told his mother: "This child is a face of premature death, and he will definitely not live to be six years old."
- When was that?
After that, he could hear Death following behind him. A little bigger, he could even see the shadow of Death.
He is always attached to his back, not far or near. It was like the sword of Darkmos hanging over his head, reminding him all the time, telling him that he should have died.
Someone forcibly and desperately pulled him back from Huangquan Road.
The psychological torture brought about by this shadow is even more painful than the physical one. Except for him, no one else can see this figure, and he can't show anything strange in front of anyone - he looks bright and lively on the surface, but in fact, a huge black hole has long been bred. The last dread of death was swallowed up.
He couldn't die, it was against his mother's wishes. His family had made so much effort just to keep him in the Yang World, and he couldn't take this step lightly, even with her hard work.
His mother's howls entered his mind in an instant, making him a little shaken. But another voice told him deep in his heart:
You'd rather the sword fall.
...
Kou Dong couldn't refute, he even felt that his bones smelled of decay. He didn't know if others could hear it, but he could smell it more and more clearly every day.
He had a rotten smell, like a corpse that had been buried in a coffin for many days, completely different from those young people full of vitality. He had smelled this kind of smell on an old man who was dying for many years. It was an old man's smell, an overwhelmed breath from a body that was forcibly left in the world.
Just fall down.
It's good to fall, it's just a momentary thing, everything can be ended.
This is an abandoned and unfinished building, and the downstairs is still a fenced construction site, and there will be no passers-by who enter by mistake. This reassures Kou Dong a little, at least when the final sweet death comes, he doesn't want to involve other people.
The sole of his foot slowly crossed the edge, and there was a strong sense of weightlessness for a moment. His body swayed slightly in the wind, and the corners of his clothes flew up, looking up from the bottom, like a flying butterfly.
Death raised the black sickle high above his head, waiting to harvest this soul that should have been sent to the underworld.
"three."
He heard his own voice murmur, in a very calm tone, without trembling.
"two."
"……one."
He is also going to his place of return.
His figure floated up into the air and fell headfirst.
At the same time, the other hand suddenly grabbed his collar and pulled him down from the fence on the rooftop. The person behind him was half a head taller than him. When he turned his head, he saw that person's face in a trance.
The face made him feel familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.
picture……
Ye Yanzhi?
These three words turned slightly in my heart, but the scythe of the god of death had already slashed into the air, staring gloomily at the person who came, then turned around, walked straight to the door, and left here. The man pulled him down, his voice low and clear, "Are you alright?"
"..."
Kou Dong couldn't answer.
If you dodge this time, there will be another time. Death will come again sooner or later.
He couldn't be attached to this man's arm forever.
"It's alright," he still replied in a low voice to the kind man, trying his best to hide the momentary disappointment in his heart, "I just, I just can't think of it..."
The man seemed to smile slightly.
He looked very young, similar to Kou Dong's age, had a very clear face, and said, "Long time no see."
This sentence made Kou Dong stunned for a moment, then raised his head and looked at the person in front of him.
He didn't remember seeing this man.
But looking at those quiet black eyes, it seemed that something was gradually awakening his brain. Kou Dong heard a voice that couldn't hide his surprise: "Are you from the Ye family?"
Kou Dong should have died long ago.
But his father died in an accident, leaving only a helpless mother at home. His mother was unwilling to lose his only relative, and since he was a child, he led him to search all over the mountains and rivers, and visited many Taoist monks and monks. No one could help them, and many Taoist priests persuaded: "Fate cannot be changed, don't force it."
Mother Kou couldn't listen to this. She is just such a son, and her life is tied to her son. She spent her entire net worth to buy incense, and kowtowed again and again, and she didn't know how much. Finally, a monk who was about to pass away moved with pity and pointed her to another way.
"The Ye family may be able to help you."
"Which Ye family?"
"Yang Lian Ye's family. They live in the Yang world, but they are in charge of the two worlds. They can communicate with ghosts and gods, and control life and death. If you go to them, you may still have a chance of survival."
Having said that, the eminent monk closed his eyes, let out a long sigh, and passed away.
It took Mother Kou two full years to find the Ye family, but to her disappointment, the Ye family was unwilling to take action, and even kicked them out of the gate just after hearing this request.
The eminent monk did not finish his sentence. Although the Ye family controls life and death, they want to kill those who forcibly stay in the world and maintain the balance of yin and yang in the world.
Kou's mother's wish happened to be what they despised. If it is successful, the Ye family will also take action.
Kou's mother smashed her head to no avail, until when she was going out, Kou Dong bumped into another person.
That is also a child.
The child stared behind him, and then looked at him again—with just one glance, Kou Dong knew that he could only hear at this time, but the other party could see the god of death.
He pursed his lips and wanted to get out from here, but he heard the child call him to a halt.
Immediately, the child said to the head of the Ye family, "Why don't you let him live here for a while?"
"..."
Kou Dong didn't know his identity, but he should be unusual, and no one dared to go against it. Even the white-haired Ye family head frowned in disapproval, but after looking at his grandson, he finally nodded.
"Only one year, only him."
Kou's mother burst into tears of joy.
A year, or even just a day—as long as her child is alive, she can't see it.
For a long time, this child of the Ye family became Kou Dong's only partner. The Ye family was under strict control, Kou Dong was never allowed to walk around, and the scope of activities was only a small yard, almost like house arrest.
Fortunately, he is not an impetuous person by nature, but he can live in it. At such times, only the child would come to see him.
Everyone else called him Master.
Kou Dong also called him Young Master.
Even though he lived in Ye's house, he still couldn't get rid of the god of death. Every now and then, the god of death would make footsteps and stalk behind him. This year in the Ye family, he may have received enough spiritual energy to even see the appearance of the other party.
Whenever Death was looking for him, the young master would pull him and lead him to avoid the black cloak figure.
"It's like hide and seek."
Holding his cold hand, the voice of the child beside him whispered, "This is a game of hide and seek..."
In this way, horrific deaths are no longer horrific. They clasped their hands tightly, and dodged quietly among them, avoiding the scythe that was suddenly dropped by the god of death.
It's all like a game.
However, according to the agreement, Kou Dong could only stay at Ye's house for one year. After a year, he was immediately sent out the door, and he never saw the young master since then.
Death also followed him closely, but for some reason, he never really started. Kou Dong has been in the reality of his impending death for a long time, and has not thought of his childhood friend for a long time. During this time, his mother also died, and before she died, she held his hand tightly and told him to work hard to live.
Kou Dong became a homeless person. He thought that he would forget the appearance of his childhood friend.
Until he saw those eyes again.
Black, like eyes that can see through life and death.
"...Master?"
He spit out the name softly, looked at it without blinking, and saw more familiar traces on this face.
In the end, he also smiled slightly and said softly, "Long time no see."
have not seen you for a long time.
The other party has grown into a real adult, but he is still hovering on the edge of death.
He heard the hollow voice in his heart, but there was still a smile on his face, only the regretful voice in his heart told him:
Not this time.
When will it be his due date?
At the same time, Ye Yanzhi, who was alone at home, also opened his eyes.
He stretched out his hand in a daze, and saw that his slender and powerful hand did not have the ring that symbolized the identity of the Ye family's patriarch.
"It's time to remember."
He whispered softly, almost muttering.
With the energy of a psychological teacher, it should be enough to wake up a memory of Kou Dong.
He gave psychologists the most authority. The psychological teacher is more sober and capable than him, and will not be imprisoned by his identity, and can choose to hide Kou Dong among the assimilated world.
Ye Yanzhi couldn't.
He can reverse the life and death of one person, but he cannot reverse the life and death of everyone in the world.
As he and Kou Dong said at that time, it was a game of hide and seek——
Only those who are not found by death will be the winners.
Just, long time no see?
He recalled what Kou Dong said at that time, and couldn't help laughing softly, as if he was laughing at the innocence of the young man.
[Complete the date with the NPC——]
[Dating points obtained: 47. 】
The author has something to say:
Ye Yanzhi: Looking at this silly child, I don't even know that the voyeur is actually me...
Kou Dong: ...? ? ? ? ?
Young master, your personality is broken, do you know that?