As the sun shone into the room through the window, the person on the bed finally frowned at the light, and then turned over in dissatisfaction to avoid the sun.

As soon as he turned it over, the bruises and mottled hickeys on his fair body suddenly burst into light.

Young people are new to personnel, and they are the recipients, so it is inevitable that they will be overworked.

At the end of last night, Chi Jiayan couldn't lift a finger.

In the end, he was carried into the house by the god of death to take a bath, and then he fell asleep wrapped in the quilt.

The god of death noticed the movement of the man in his arms turning over and opened his eyes.

Since swallowing his own **, he not only has physical needs in that area, but also has normal human routines. Of course, he is different from ordinary people after all, and his physical strength is naturally different. Last night, he ate the marrow and knew the taste, but he was not really satisfied, but he was worried that Chi Jiayan couldn't bear it, so it was enough. After cleaning up the two of them, lying on the bed with Chi Jiayan, he even fell asleep.

Death is dreaming.

In the dream, there is a strange figure with gray skin, with huge eyes and no hair on his body, which is extremely ugly.

The gray monster stretched out his hand towards him, his voice hoarse: "He won't live long... Ling Xiao, he's going to die."

The god of death was told what he was thinking, and said sharply: "Who are you?!"

The freak let out a smirk: "I'm the one who can help you!"

Recalling this uncomfortable dream, Death kissed Chi Jiayan on the forehead.

Chi Jiayan was sleeping facing him, his eyelashes were like crow wings, and his cheeks were pink. He was obviously an adult boy, but his skin still felt like a baby.

However, the eyes of the god of death were dark, and there was no sense of relief.

Because the black energy in Chi Jiayan's forehead looked heavier than last night.

Death got up from the bed, put on a black robe, strode to the kitchen, and made himself a cup of coffee. He felt a bit of a headache, and the more human he became, the more human troubles he had. This is the reason why fate gave him a mask, and then he chose to separate.

Unexpectedly, after going around for thousands of years, he was finally brought back by himself.

Spreading the map on the table, Reaper sipped his coffee and checked the marks he made on the map last night.

Some of the dots circled with the pen have changed color, and one of the dots farthest from here has turned bright red - the child who just started elementary school died last night.

The dots will turn red one by one until the center dot also turns bloody.

The phone vibrated.

It's a message from the dream god.

Dream God: Ling Xiao, the Dark Demon invaded my consciousness last night, and I found out that he entered your dream. Did he escape? !

Death frowned.

Sure enough... that dream wasn't an illusion created by oneself after worrying about it.

The gods who control death have too important rights. There is nothing in the world more terrible than death. Some people and some gods will get the date of death at all costs.

In order not to be invaded, the God of Death blocked all information except the natal chart. The only one who could contact him was Lu Cheng, but that was one-sided. He had already linked Lu Cheng's brain. Make sure that information is only going out and not going in.

If it is said that who is the most indestructible spiritual consciousness among the ministers of gods, it must be the god of death.

That's why the dark demons come to provoke them through dreams—because it has no other way.

He replied to Dream God's message: Yes.

Dream God: What! Why did fate not issue an arrest mission? Why is there no notification from the horoscope?

Grim Reaper: I don't know.

Because he had no contact with everyone, he really didn't know that the horoscope did not warn everyone.

Dream God: How could this be? Forget it, I'll immediately inform others that the prohibition of spiritual consciousness must be turned on for all of them these days.

Death lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Maybe it's all because of him.

But Mengshen sent another message: Is Jiajia alright? I hope he is safe.

Death did not reply.

Because Chi Jiayan was wearing a nightgown and appeared at the door of the kitchen: "Brother, are you awake?"

He came over, and after only a few steps, his face turned pale, and an indescribable part was hurting badly.

The god of death put away the map, and then picked up the person. Such a small person, like a cat, is so fragile that it can be broken with a pinch.

Chi Jiayan was terribly false: "I'm so hungry."

Death didn't think about that.

At this time, he also felt that the position of his stomach was a bit strange. It turned out that he was also hungry.

"What do you want to eat?" Death asked.

Chi Jiayan blushed: "I want to eat everything. I think I can swallow a cow..."

A gentle look appeared on the face of the originally indifferent Death God, and he said lightly: "I'll go buy it. You rest here and don't go anywhere."

Chi Jiayan nodded: "Okay."

Having said that, Chi Jiayan was reluctant to let go of the hand that grabbed Death's clothes.

People who wake up in the morning are always ready to move.

The two hugged each other and did it again, and the task of buying breakfast was carried out.

——

Reaper crosses familiar neighborhoods, crosses a bridge, and gets caught up in the hustle and bustle of people rushing to work.

Opposite Jiang is the cake shop that he often goes to. A cake and a glass of milk are the breakfast pairings that Chi Jiayan often makes.

He bought something and saw Chi Jiayan standing not far away with a smile on his face. His hair and clothes were blown up and down by the wind on the river, and he looked extremely thin.

"Brother." Chi Jiayan shouted, "hurry up."

Death walked over and lowered his head slightly: "Didn't I tell you to rest at home and wait for me?"

Chi Jiayan acted coquettishly: "I'm hungry, so I came out with you."

He pouted, took the cake, and devoured it before stuffing it into his mouth.

"Slow down." Death patted him on the back and handed him the milk.

When the milk was handed over, there was no one in front of him.

Chi Jiayan disappeared.

People in the past looked at him curiously, and he performed a performance against the air like a neurotic talking to himself.

A black fur ball ran over from the ground, and the god of death easily caught it, only to see it shaking fiercely, and its big mouth was still opening and closing, shouting: "Brother!"

That was Chi Jiayan's voice.

Death's face was silent: "Dark Demon."

Soul Eater is the lowest level of divine beast. Most of them are easy to catch. It seems that this one was only caught by the Dark Demon. don’t know what method was used to speak in Chi Jiayan’s voice and cooperate with the Dark Demon to make it. The hallucinations, even the god of death was caught.

The Soul Eater shivered, and then made a hoarse voice: "Ling Xiao, you actually fall in love with humans, hahahaha...In a dream last night, you were very afraid of losing him..."

The god of death pinched the soul-devouring beast: "Dark Demon, you don't even have the courage to come out to face me, you only dare to use these low-level creatures to make mischief, what are you afraid of?"

"Who said I was afraid?" The hoarse voice sounded from behind again.

Death looked back and saw a passing woman suddenly stopped.

Her face was expressionless, her eyes were empty, and she mechanically uttered the voice of a dark demon: "I'm not afraid of you. I'm just everywhere."

Grim Reaper released the Soul Eater.

The ball of hair fled away like a smudge of amnesty.

A chill suddenly rose on Death's body.

But the woman came back to her senses and didn't understand why she was standing there. She glanced strangely at the tall man in black, and continued on her way in a hurry.

Not far away, a white-haired old man who was fishing suddenly turned his head and said, "Fate is a bitch, why does he control everything? Why does he take away the person you love? The world should not be the one for him to be in charge of. Come on. , cooperate with me, only I can help you."

Death's face was cold.

The sky became a little gloomier, a flash of lightning flashed in the sky, and after a second or two, the sound of thunder suddenly sounded.

Pedestrians on the road screamed, how can this good day change?

"No matter what you do, you won't be able to keep that human." The old man was also expressionless, and the fish were all hooked, but he ignored it.

"I won't let him die," said Death. "Even if he dies, I can get his soul. Why do you think I need your help?"

This is actually the worst plan.

After a person dies, they turn into ghosts, but they can stay in the world for a long time, but ghosts, as beings that violate the way of heaven, cannot see the sun, repeat their death every day, and be trapped in the land of death. In fact, life is not as good as death.

A better way is to turn it into a spirit bead.

If the Lingzhu is raised with the power of God for a long enough time - as Eros intended, maybe when he reincarnates again, he will remember everything that happened in the previous life, but no one can be sure of the situation.

The God of Death has seen the situation where the best-raised spirit bead falls into the natal chart, but has no memory, it is equivalent to a brand new soul, and there is no previous life.

"Hahahaha." The old man burst out laughing wildly, but his expression was sluggish, "Because I have already said that fate is a bitch. Chi Jiayan is destined to die, he is marked by fate, and once he breaks the last The breath will disappear into nothingness!"

Death: "Alarmist."

Fate has never marked anything!

The old man sneered: "You will believe me. You will also believe that only I can let him escape."

Death narrowed his eyes: "I believe you coveted the power of the Word Spirit?"

"Only I can absorb supernatural powers in this world. Like supernormal powers, I am the product of the world's omissions and miasma." Hui Mo said, "That child is a word of speech, as long as I get his power, I will give you what you want. everything you want."

Yan Ling's ability is ineffective for him, so Chi Jiayan can't arrange or improve his life.

But if the ability is absorbed by others, the reverse is naturally feasible.

Death figured this out, and when he looked at the old man again, the other party was already collecting the fishing rod.

The dark devil is gone.

The phone is vibrating.

The ministers in the group are discussing how to catch the dark demon.

And because of the loophole that was drilled during the restart, the mission was not released until this time.

Lu Cheng: It's not easy! I have a way!

Eros: Xiaolulu, you put it so easily, when the dark devil was born, he escaped for a hundred years before he was caught by the god of luck. Your lucky brother got rich at that time.

Luck God: ... I've always been in charge of money, okay?

Lu Cheng: At that time, the adults of my family hadn't taken office yet, so of course you couldn't catch them.

Eros: Lingxiao may have blocked the group news, so you don't have to blow your mind here...

Shengshen: Flattery 😀

Lu Cheng: I'm serious. As long as my adults show their true colors, what kind of bad luck and miasma can't be swallowed up? !

The group suddenly became eerily quiet.

Eros: Xiaolulu, don't say this kind of thing a second time. Even Lingxiao couldn't devour the most unlucky demon in the world.

The author has something to say: Excited! To write this key point!