after death strike

No one wants to be the first to speak.

Even though Li Zhizhi had noticed the sight from behind, even if the visitor had seen that his lying body had started to tremble slightly, this suffocating and tormenting silence still remained unbroken.Obviously they are two people who live together day and night, and they are obviously two very close hearts——

But at this moment, there is an unbreakable distance.

Finally, as if they could take it no longer, one of their mouths broke into dead silence.

"That's the first letter Zhizhi wrote to me."

The person who has always been extremely stable and never moves in front of a huge landslide can only show such a fragile and trembling voice in front of Li Zhizhi.He seemed to be afraid of something.

"——No." Li Zhizhi clenched his hands suddenly, "This is a letter from me to God of Death, not to you." His voice was as soft as a feather, but it fell heavily on Awang's heart .

"...Or, are you the god of death? Wang? It's not an ordinary human being like me, but a god who is in charge of souls and has certain privileges—is that so, Wang?"

He didn't look back, so he didn't see Ah Wang's eyes that seemed to be relieved but also filled with sorrow.

"...Sorry." He opened his mouth several times, but closed it in panic, and finally managed to squeeze out an apology.

That line meant a lot of apology, but it was almost tantamount to an admission.Even though he had already believed in the words of another god of death, even if he had already made mental preparations, when he heard that apology, Li Zhizhi still felt unbelievable, and just wanted to shout like crazy that it couldn't be true.

how can that be possible?

He suppressed the ups and downs in his heart, trying to regain the original tone of the conversation with Ah Wang, "Compared to apologizing, frankly admitting is the first thing to do... right?" But he still couldn't hold back after all, I squeezed the sourness and complexity in my heart into these joke-like words.

"……sorry--"

Unable to bear the distance between the two of them any longer, Ah Wang approached him in a few strides, bent down—hugged him tightly, and buried his head on his back.

"I'm sorry..." He rested his head on Li Zhizhi's back, closed his eyes, "I'm sorry, I've lied to you for so long, I'm sorry, I've kept you a secret for so long. I'm sorry - even though I knew these hands were not worthy of hugging you from the beginning, But I still greedily don't want to let you go."

"If you don't want to admit it directly," Li Zhizhi took a deep breath, his eyes were sore, and his heart felt uncomfortable as if being pinched by hands, "then tell me, as a high-ranking god of death, how did you know me? This is a tiny human, right?"

He obviously trusted this person very much all the time, and felt that Ah Wang was the only one in the world who could not betray him—who would have thought that this encounter was tainted with lies from the beginning?

Ah Wang, who was most familiar with him, could not have heard that he was angry in his self-deprecating tone, but he couldn't refute it, so he could only hold him tighter in panic.Those secrets had been held in his stomach for so long that he almost forgot them.

Just when Li Zhizhi thought that he was still unwilling to speak, Ah Wang's difficult and deep voice sounded slowly behind him.

"I took away the souls of Zhizhi's parents."

As gods of death, recycling souls is the only meaning of their existence.

Countless people die every day in this world, and one death after another is happening in every corner.Regardless of whether it is visible or invisible, high-profile or unknown, regardless of age, gender, race, or method of death, death is the end of life, which is beyond doubt.

The body dies, and the soul has no shelter.In order to prevent them from wandering around the world and disturbing the order of the mortal world, the god of death will step in and lead the souls with nowhere to go to the "heaven" or "hell" where they should go.It doesn't actually exist there, and it can't be used as a habitat for souls. It's more like a short-term transit station-let the souls wash away the past and reincarnate again.

This is nothing more than a matter of course.

When did he become the Grim Reaper and how many souls he collected in total? He never thought about such questions, and never cared about them; A qualified god of death.

To him, death is rare and ordinary, just like the cells in the human body are not dividing all the time, so ordinary that no one will go deep into its meaning.

Until—he took the two murdered souls.

Although he rarely received murdered souls, he didn't think it was special.What is rare is that those two souls still retain a trace of human memory after death. They obviously don't remember anything else, but they can't forget to call the name of their child left in the world, and even ask him to take them to see the child last side.

Of course he refused, and said indifferently that if there was a chance, maybe in a few decades he would also pick up their children.He then dutifully sent the two souls where they were supposed to go, and then forgot about it.

Not long after, he realized that another person in the area he was in charge of was about to die, so he waited one step ahead of that old soul.

The dying old man lay dying on the bed, surrounded by his wife who was holding his hand, and a child who had no idea what was going on and looked dazed.

He floated in the air above the family without emotion, quietly waiting for the old man's decayed body to die completely—but what he didn't expect was that the name the old man yelled when he was dying was a little familiar.

A child of those two souls.

For the first time, the cold-eyed, indifferent Grim Reaper was interested: it seemed that he and the family—no, the child—were bound to each other.The two souls he took away not long ago were the child's parents, and the soul he was about to take away was the child's grandfather.

"Grandpa...are you going to leave me?" He heard the immature child ignorantly asking, clearly not understanding the meaning of death, but naturally showing sadness.And the child couldn't wait for his grandfather's answer—because the scythe of death had been swung down on time, cruelly taking away the soul that failed to utter the last words.

The god of death, who regarded death as usual, left in a hurry, and he didn't quite understand it. It was obviously just working as usual, but what was the strange and strange emotion that surged up in his heart just now?

Perhaps this feeling was too incomprehensible for him, and he made a move that he didn't even think to understand: he secretly began to spy on the life of that young human being.

Both parents were taken away by him, and after the grandfather left, there was only one grandmother left beside the child.He has no friends, and always plays with toys alone at home—even so, once he throws himself into grandma's arms and acts like a baby, the child's face will burst into a bright smile that is not inferior to the sun.

That smiling face is so cute that even the god of death, who is only accompanied by death, can't help but feel pity, and even have the idea of ​​wanting to protect him.

However, not long after, he smelled the breath of death from the child's only relative—that old man, who could hardly hold on anymore.

Granny got sicker day by day, and the kid's smiling face became less and less, until it disappeared almost entirely.He felt sorry, even felt sad, but there was nothing he could do - he was a god of death, he could only take away the soul with a scythe, but he couldn't let the dead stay in the world.

Such feelings reached a boiling point when he saw the letter the boy had written to him.

"I'll be very obedient, can you not take my grandma away?"

He has no way of researching where such a young child heard the word death—maybe it was the successive deaths of relatives around him that made him precocious, or maybe he was really aware of the heavy and corrupt death that he brought breath.

That letter of name-calling, full of pleading but as straightforward as an accusation made him question his behavior for the first time.

Is death such a sad thing?

It turns out that what he has been doing all along is not an ordinary and ordinary thing, but something that will bring people deep sorrow, or even a pain that cannot be healed in a lifetime?

Taking the Soul - Is It Really Right?

He could not come up with an answer, nor could he tell any of his colleagues this question.He was just contradictory and puzzled, taking away the soul of the child's only relative in the midst of continuous rhetorical questions and heart-wrenching self-blame.

And then……

He couldn't let go of the celibate child anymore.

He watched the child who was still smiling occasionally go silent forever, withdrawn, dark, with lifeless eyes; he watched the child who was obviously less than ten years old create a cocoon for himself and no longer trust anyone , and even reject anyone who approaches him and wants to help him.

"I have no relatives, and I don't need friends."

"Nobody's going to be with me forever — so, I'm fine with being alone."

That child repeats such negative, distressing and anxious words day after day, as if repeatedly pricking a big empty hole in his otherwise indifferent heart-his self-blame, guilt, heartache, ego Questions finally gathered one day, forcing him to make a decision aggressively.

Since he took away those who should have accompanied him to grow up, let him stay with him until the child grows up healthy and happy, enjoying his supposedly happy and ordinary life, until he grows old , until death is met.

Disguising as a human is not difficult—he carefully selected a child who was about the same age as the child and was about to die, and kept his body when he took the soul away, and imitated the heartbeat, breathing and movement. Human temperature, completely pretending to be a human being.

——Then find him and make a serious promise to yourself.

"I... came to accompany you."

He looked seriously at the doubt, indifference, rejection and distrust in the child's eyes, and repeated it in his heart.

Don't worry, Li Zhizhi.I'm here to stay with you, and I'll never, never go.