When Chi Jiayan was thirteen years old, the god of death picked it up from the head of the bed and put it in his black robe.

On the painting, a wolf and a man in black with a mask were drawn with childish lines—it was the scene of the God of Death riding the divine beast Blue Wind soaring into the sky.

Chi Jiayan's eyes are bright, but Death's expression is cold: "Well, I took it easily before."

"No wonder I haven't been able to find it!" Chi Jiayan sighed softly and excitedly, and then laughed, "So it was my brother who took it! If my brother likes it, I can draw it, and I now draw much better than before. "

Death said: "Yeah."

"This is so ugly." Chi Jiayan looked at the god of death on the painting, "I have to paint it again."

Another figure in a black robe appeared behind the glass wall in the living room, it was Ling Xiao.

The two Ling Xiao looked at each other from a distance, with no expression on each other's faces.

Chi Jiayan didn't notice Death's neglect, and he ignored Cang Feng's chasing ghosts in the yard and fled in all directions. Now he is no longer the one who felt unbearable because the ghosts of college students in the corridor were swallowed up. of him.

Noticing that the god of death was looking at Lingxiao, Chi Jiayan touched his ears: "Ah, I forgot to tell you, another brother is also here. I thought he was you, and asked him if you slept well."

"He is indeed me." Death strode toward the living room. "Your statement is contradictory."

Ling Xiao did not rest all night, and the cold air on his body had not yet subsided.

However, he also took off his outer robe, and like Death, he only wore middle clothes.

The Grim Reaper remembered that this was a fatal accident that he had dealt with during the time period, and it should have been the time when the high-speed train derailed and caused mass deaths. The scene was too tragic, and the black robe was stained with blood. At that time, he took off his robe and threw it away on the spot.

In the face of death, he has long been indifferent, but he still hates blood.

It seems that Lingxiao is also the same, at least this point has not changed on this timeline.

Seeing the two walk in together from the outside, Ling Xiao's gaze towards the God of Death was a little subtle.

It can't be blamed on him for being cranky.

When he came, he happened to meet Chi Jiayan wearing only a top and no pajamas on his lower body, so he was wearing a pair of short underwear with straight and slender legs. Moreover, the other party blushed when he saw him, and asked him if he slept well.

I want to know who Chi Jiayan thinks he is.

Chi Jiayan seemed to be in a good mood. He went upstairs, probably to find painting tools.

Ling Xiao spoke first: "You..."

Death said: "No."

Ling Xiao nodded.

He hadn't spoken yet, but the Death God said directly: "Even if you can, that's what you will do."

"Why do you say that?" Ling Xiao said.

"Your will is no longer firm, allowing the ** to take advantage of the emptiness and giving you a reason to become weak." Death pointed out coldly, as if he was extremely disappointed with himself in this past timeline, "and I haven't yet. ."

Ling Xiao also sneered: "Then why are you trapped here?"

Chi Jiayan had already run downstairs, holding a Polaroid in his hand, he was stunned when he saw the two of them, and was a little confused.

"elder brother?"

The two Ling Xiao turned back together.

They all have handsome and sharp facial features, a cold look, and a cold air all over them.

The apparently spacious living room became cramped because of the two gods of death standing.

Chi Jiayan blushed: "Let's take pictures."

"No." The two said together.

"Don't refuse first..." Chi Jiayan said quickly, "I originally wanted to paint, but I found that I couldn't paint myself. I want to take a group photo with you. If you leave again in the future, I will At least you can see it."

Two people: "..."

"Also, I haven't taken a group photo with anyone yet!" Chi Jiayan added.

He was pitiful and said in a low voice: "I... never had any friends, don't you know? No one talks to me, no one lives with me, and even things like taking pictures can't happen to me. Just like this, can't it?"

The final photo was taken.

Except for the smiling and contented Chi Jiayan, the faces of those two were very stinky.

It must be because he has lived for thousands of years and has not left an image in the world, the god of death looked at himself in the photo and felt a little strange.

He rarely looked in the mirror, probably knew what he looked like, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

When he looked up, Ling Xiao did the same, and his expression became a little dignified.

"It's over... I can't tell the difference anymore." Chi Jiayan took the photo to compare them, "Which brother is the future and which is the present?"

Ling Xiao took the photo and said, "You don't have to distinguish it too clearly. We will only have one left sooner or later."

"Why?" Chi Jiayan wondered.

Death took over the topic and looked at Ling Xiao.

What continued was the topic just now.

"I'm only temporarily trapped here," said Death. "If the future doesn't change, he's an afterimage on this timeline and will naturally disappear. If the future changes, then I'll cease to exist. So, Sooner or later there will only be one left, but whichever one is the real me."

Saying that, the two raised their hands at the same time.

The moment their fingers touched each other, an invisible vortex appeared in the air, and their fingers began to gradually merge.

A mysterious force is trying to merge them.

Too bad they have no such plans.

So both of them withdrew their fingers and remained silent.

A wolf howl swept past, and it turned out that Blue Wind had transformed into a young wolf, shaking his head and running in contentedly.

Chi Jiayan put down the photo and picked it up: "Blue Wind! Your belly is so round!"

Cang Feng was so happy that he licked his face.

The God of Death had a bad expression, and mercilessly took Cang Feng back and said to it, "You have eaten too much."

Chi Jiayan froze for a moment, and after realizing why Cang Feng's belly was round, he turned his head and looked out the window, where there were only piles of fallen leaves and brooms and dustpans scattered on the ground.

Ling Xiao wanted to speak, but heard Chi Jiayan whisper: "What a pity."

I saw the young man turn his head, and there was no trace of pity in his eyes.

There was a smile on his lips, like a poisonous rose.

"It's a hassle. It's all dead and no one's going to sweep the floor."

The horoscope is still out of touch.

Lingxiao didn't tell anyone that there were two selves in the world at the same time, but contacted Lu Cheng to go back to their world to inquire about news. As the god of death, he has been denied the right to return to the higher dimensions, and has always called the underworld home.

But Lu Cheng is different. Lu Cheng is still just an auxiliary god. He can come and go freely, and it will be quicker to go to see what is going on in the horoscope in person.

While waiting for the result of the order, the God of Death temporarily lived in Chi Jiayan's house.

He felt that he could not be in the same room with the same human for long, so he often wore a mask and went out alone.

Sometimes when he came back, he could see the young man sitting in the courtyard for a long time, staring at the sky without blinking.

Chi Jiayan has really changed a lot.

The ghosts were eaten up by Blue Wind, so he would naturally be able to find the next batch.

The elementary school teacher who was forced by him to come here still often comes to the house to cook.

The teacher would be expressionless, but speak to him in a gentle voice, and would stroke his head like an elder.

One day didn't know what went wrong, the teacher suddenly recovered a little bit of sanity, and his expression suddenly became very frightened.

Chi Jiayan just let her go with a cold look.

After that, he sat at the dining table with a gloomy expression, and after a while, he went to the corner to see the dying Xiao Hei, reached out and stroked its fur, as if he had a lot to say. And Xiao Hei is too old and suffering from illness, but his soul is forced to stay by Yan Ling, and he can't even take care of himself, so how can he accompany him?

So Chi Jiayan said nothing.

It wasn't until he saw the god of death that he smiled again.

Everything is developing on the trajectory of his twenty-seven-year-old.

Finally, one morning, the arrival of a visitor broke the temporary calm.

It was a businessman who came from the forum to find his way, with a driver assistant, driving a luxury car, and came to discuss a business.

The businessman is a local tyrant. Originally, he was rich and powerful, but when he saw the person who opened the door, he didn't know why his back was cold, and he couldn't help but have a natural fear.

Because the person who opened the door was Ling Xiao.

"Which one are you looking for?"

The local tyrant only felt that being looked at by this extremely tall man, his aura could not help but be a little shorter, coupled with the natural power of the other party, he stammered out a few words: "I, I'll look for Chi gentlemen."

Ling Xiao stepped aside and did not lead the way, instead frowning.

The local tyrant and assistant hurried in together, and the deeper they went into the courtyard, the more strange they felt.

It is a very ordinary yard, but it is terribly quiet, and it makes people feel that the scalp is tingling in the summer.

Even the plants and trees in this yard look very mysterious.

They walked into the living room and saw a tall man sitting on the sofa, stroking a young wolf with one hand, and his legs softened.

This, isn't this the man saw at the door just now?

Why did he come to the house so soon? !

Fortunately, Chi Jiayan came out of the kitchen, still wearing an apron, two pear eddies looming over his lips: "You are Mr. Zeng, right? I see that your appointment is today."

The popularity of this young man made the local tyrants take a breath, and they no longer felt that they were in some kind of strange spiritual world.

But he looked directly at the man on the sofa with a greasy smile: "This... should be Mr. Chi?"

Ling Xiao walked in, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and looked indifferent.

There were two identical people in the room.

The local tyrant wiped away the cold sweat that he had just frightened, and heaved a sigh of relief.

He hesitated: "Uh... Or is this Mr. Chi? I didn't expect you to be a twin, please forgive my clumsiness."

Ling Xiao did not speak.

Death said: "No."

The wolf cub on the sofa broke away from Death's hand and jumped down, heading straight for Chi Jiayan with a spatula in his hand.

The assistant quickly pulled the tyrant's clothes and reminded, "Mr. Zeng, this way."

"Pfft, I'm Chi Jiayan."

Sure enough, the thin boy with the spatula in his hand laughed out loud. Immediately afterwards, he squatted down and hugged the young wolf.

The wolf cub rubbed his body like a friendly gesture, the black fur made his complexion snow-white, and those eyes were like dark gems, like a bottomless abyss.