Lightning struck the sky, and after a long time, there was a sudden explosion of thunder.

Chi Jiayan ran very fast.

The small figure braved the rain to cross an entire block.

Sure enough, as Chi Jiayan said, this hospital called "Love Pet" is not far away. In fact, it is not a hospital at all. It is more like a small-scale pet clinic. In such bad weather, except for the animals that are fostered here, there are no people in the clinic, and the only two doctors are very busy.

Chi Jiayan was too young. He tried several times to open the glass door, but he couldn't because it was too heavy.

Death was standing behind him.

Chi Jiayan turned around and said, "Brother, can you push the door for me?"

The rain smeared Chi Jiayan's eyelashes, and his eyes were a little hard to open, making his pupils drenched with water vapor and extremely black.

The mask blocked the face of the god of death, making the god of death look expressionless, he just stood, and did not mean to help. His mask was pure white, with only two holes in his eyes for easy viewing. If anyone else saw this grotesque scene, they would have to shudder.

Chi Jiayan can't understand these fears yet, maybe he just regards Death as a cosplay lover. Seeing Death standing silently, he was so anxious that he slammed the glass door and shouted inwardly, "Uncle - Doctor Uncle - open the door!"

A little high-pitched childish voice made Death's brain hurt.

In fact, he can't stand children a bit. He thinks that children are noisy creatures and are very annoying.

Fortunately, Chi Jiayan is a good voice, he shouted so much, and the doctor inside could hear it no matter how fascinated he was watching TV.

"Kid, what's the matter?" A fat doctor opened the door.

"Uncle doctor, this kitten is injured." Chi Jiayan opened his clothes, and a black cat was curled up on his stomach. Maybe it was only halfway through that I remembered that I forgot to take the umbrella, and I was afraid that the cat would get caught in the rain, so I hid it in my clothes.

The children's shirt was stained with blood, and the fat doctor took the cat in surprise: "Come in quickly."

The god of death also followed in. The doctor asked about the origin of the cat, and Chi Jiayan answered in a milky voice. No one noticed that the chill in this small pet clinic had plummeted, but it was the god of death.

Another skinny doctor turned off the cooling air conditioner, and added: "The weather has become really weird. It was sultry just now. Why is it so cold all of a sudden—the cat was hit by a car, right?"

The fat doctor put the cat on the consultation table and turned it gently: "Well, yes. The stomach was injured, and the ribs were also poked out."

Chi Jiayan was so nervous that he subconsciously held the hand of the god of death and asked, "Will the kitten die?"

The fat doctor was more kind and thought about it: "Not sure yet. But it is so badly injured that it is very unlikely that it can be saved."

What they said next, the god of death was not listening.

His attention was drawn to the little hand holding his own finger, and an indescribable feeling instantly surrounded Death.

For thousands of years, he has traveled through this world alone, for a long, long time, and has not had physical contact with anyone.

That hand was tender, small, with a fiery temperature, completely different from the cold hand of Death.

In the eyes of the god of death, the coldness was melting away little by little, like the first melting of ice and snow, and his heart seemed to be moved by a feather, and he finally realized the cuteness of this child.

"...I'm rich!" Chi Jiayan suddenly raised his voice while talking.

At the same time, the god of death lowered his head just to see the top of Chi Jiayan's hair. Those hair were black, and they were all softly sticking to the scalp because of the wetness. Chi Jiayan was escaping the money from his pocket, and he counted it in a crumpled ball.

A total of twenty-seven five dollars.

Thin doctor: "...child, is this all the money?"

"This is the money I just prepared to buy takeaway!" Chi Jiayan said, "I still have it at home, I can go back and get it!"

"You came out to buy takeout at the age of five?" the fat doctor asked.

"Yeah!" Chi Jiayan nodded, "My parents are too busy with work, and I'm very good."

Mom and Dad?

The god of death once again noticed the yellow juicy orchid hanging with a red thread around Chi Jiayan's neck. Before he set off, he read it in the horoscope, this child should be the fate of Tiansha Guxing, parents, distant relatives and friends, destined to be lonely for a lifetime. If that is the case, then the child's parents are still alive at this time, and death cannot take him away.

Because in that case, the impact on the future may be very large, and it will disrupt other people's horoscopes.

Death may have to choose another moment of death.

"Uncle doctor, I beg you all to save the kitten. I'll go home and get the money now!"

After Chi Jiayan was about to run out, the thin doctor quickly grabbed him: "No hurry! It's still raining outside."

"I asked my big brother to accompany me!" Chi Jiayan took Death's hand and left.

The remaining two doctors looked at each other: what big brother?

Perhaps children with high emotional intelligence didn't recognize birth, and the incident of picking up an injured kitten on the side of the road made Chi Jiayan want to do it with his companions. The Grim Reaper was dragged along, and he met some lone ghosts along the way, all of them huddled in dark corners, looking at them as if they were alive, although their own appearances may have been much more terrifying.

Chi Jiayan should also be able to see these ghosts, but he turned a blind eye. It was hard to imagine how a five-year-old child could survive in such an environment.

"It's that lord! Why is he here?!" On the street lamp, a hanged man said vaguely, his tongue almost falling off in fright.

"Run." The Dwarf Melon Ghost shivered and pulled at him, "What are you looking at, hurry up and run away, be careful he'll let the wolf out to eat you..."

The god of death did not look back when he heard these whispered discussions. In his eyes, all things were like ants, and he let those ghosts make up their minds and escape.

Chi Jiayan was wholeheartedly thinking of going home to get the money. He took Death's hand, walked into Qingshui Community, then went up to the third floor, and when he opened the door, he tiptoed slightly to reach the keyhole. This home is so warmly furnished that it can be seen that it is a happy family, so how did Chi Jiayan turn into such a disgusting appearance at the age of twenty-seven?

Death was a little curious.

After entering the door, his hand was released.

The familiar cold spread all over the body of Death once again, and he looked at his hands, the paleness was spreading.

It was just a contact with human beings, which made him a little nostalgic, so much so that he did not leave for a long time.

Chi Jiayan moved a small stool, but it still couldn't reach the piglets on the cabinet.

"Brother hugs." He raised his head and stretched out his arms towards Death, his face full of longing.

In fact, at the height of the god of death, it can be easily reached as soon as you reach out.

For some reason, he bent down slightly and picked up the little dumpling: "Okay."

Chi Jiayan got the piggy bank and threw it to the ground without hesitation. After the sound of "bang", the piglet was torn apart, and countless coins were scattered all over the place, roughly a hundred dollars.

The look on the doctor's face when he got a pocket of coins was wonderful.

But even without the money, under the expectations of such an innocent and lovely child, they would save the cat.

The kitten had an operation and was going to be "hospitalized" in the clinic. Chi Jiayan lay beside the cage: "Kitty, you will definitely get better."

This may be the first time Chi Jiayan has used the ability of the Word Spirit.

Because he has no adverse reactions.

Yan Ling, often the more he talks, the more powerful the backlash will be. Early death is the most common way of dying for Yan Ling, and they can't live beyond thirty-five years old at the longest.

Saying goodbye to the doctor, the two returned to the road.

Chi Jiayan wasn't as tall as Death's waist, so he raised his head: "Brother, did you do good deeds to accumulate yin virtue?"

The god of death was a little surprised. It turned out that this child knew from the beginning that he did not belong to this world.

He probably thought of him as a special ghost.

The god of death lowered his head slightly, and shadows, one large and one small, stretched long under the streetlight: "There is no such thing."

"Ah?" Chi Jiayan sighed in disappointment, tears filling his eyes at a speed visible to the naked eye, "I thought that as long as I did more good deeds, Grandpa would be fine."

Death was silent.

"I don't want my grandfather to die. I also want my parents to stop going to the hospital and want them to accompany me." Chi Jiayan lied just now. It turned out that his parents were not both working, but the elders were seriously ill and lacked skills.

Death reached out a hand and stroked his head.

Death is ruthless, but also merciful.

In his eyes, everything in the world is just a flash in the pan, and when it is born and when it dies, it is just a matter of flick of the finger. Time is constant to him, he just needs to make sure that every life on the chart passes at the right time.

He has understood that now is not a good time to take Chi Jiayan away.

Chi Jiayan didn't know that in an instant, he had passed through the juncture of life and death, he sniffed, and pretended to be strong: "I didn't actually come out to buy takeaway, I wanted to buy ice cream secretly while they were away. ."

grim Reaper:"……"

I don't know when the rain stopped, and the night sky in Chunnan City was as blue as a wash.

This rain comes and goes quickly.

"I read that right! That lord, actually buys things for humans?" The hanged ghost's head appeared on the trash can.

The dwarf melon ghost was still trembling, with a crying voice: "Bumper, that's ice cream. I ate it a few times before I died."

"Bah, that's not like shit, it's black, what's so delicious?" The Hanged Ghost scolded, "Why haven't I seen it before?"

"It's chocolate flavored. You've been dead for more than a hundred years, and it's normal that you haven't seen one." As soon as the dwarf melon ghost finished saying this, he felt a biting cold running across his back. He looked around, and sure enough he saw The sight of the god of death swept towards them coldly.

The noisy sound disappeared immediately.

Grim Reaper looked at his watch and felt that it was time to arrange for someone to come and collect the junk.

"Brother, are you going home?" Chi Jiayan asked, licking the ice cream, with a satisfied look on his face. It was just an ice cream, which even wiped away the sadness in his little head.

"Hmm." Death's voice was very indifferent.

"Will I see you again?" Chi Jiayan's eyes were shining.

Death nodded: "Soon."

After speaking, accompanied by a wolf howl, the golden totem in black on Death's body flashed light, and a huge black wolf appeared with its head bowed.

The god of death rode on the wolf's back, and the wolf's mouth spit out golden light, like an endless passage.

When the giant wolf carrying the god of death leaped into the passage and disappeared, Chi Jiayan's ice cream also fell to the ground.

"That's cool—" He looked up at the sky.