"Who are you?" The noise outside the house caused Du Sheng a headache.

The inexplicable fat man in front of him looked no more than twenty-seven or eighteen years old, but he was fat from beginning to end, with a round big face plate, a small nose, a small mouth and small eyes squeezed together extremely stingily, and the most special thing was that the fat man's fleshy cheeks were as red as two ripe tomatoes.

"Hehe, my name is Pang Dahong, just call me fat brother." The fat man shook his head triumphantly.

"Fat-red?" Du Sheng looked at the fat man's red face and heard it in a fog.

"Pang-Da-Hong!" The fat man emphasized word by word.

"Oh······" Du Sheng nodded and shook his head: "No, no, who are you?" ”

"Soul seducer, Grim Reaper, extraditerr—whatever you want to call it." The fat man snorted haha.

"Death······ Soul Hook ······"

Fragments were connected in Du Sheng's mind.

"What about the rough mouth, the rough mouth?" Du Sheng jumped up from the bed violently.

Fat Dahong shrugged helplessly.

Du Sheng stared at the fat big red, and his messy brain gradually became clear.

I thought about it, and finally remembered it, the fog that couldn't be dispersed, the scarlet moon, the four terrifying weirdos, and the little monsters······

Is it really-

Du Sheng slammed the door open and stumbled out.

Dense passers-by have long surrounded the road. Not far away, the humming of police cars was reflected one after another.

Through the crowd, you can faintly see the center of the yellow cordon, the semi-circular crater and the crumbling pavement.

So, what happened last night really wasn't a dream······

"No······ Not really······" The trembling voice shrank in his throat, and Du Sheng felt as if his heart had been pinched by an invisible hand.

"Ahem, I'll tell you—" Fat Dahong patted Du Sheng on the shoulder.

The salty liquid blurred his vision again, and Du Sheng staggered around, running madly into the distance.

"Hey, hey! You're going to finish talking first······" Looking at Du Sheng's figure running away, Fat Dahong sighed helplessly.

The streets and pedestrians were rapidly retreating in Du Sheng's sight, gradually turning into meaningless fragments of color, Du Sheng didn't know why he was running, and he didn't know where he was running, from childhood to adulthood, it seemed that every time the people around him encountered danger, he could only choose to escape.

Granny Meng is too, so is her nonsense, and in the end she can't help anything, the only thing she can do is to become a timid rat like now, run away, run away again, escape to the ends of the earth, and curl up in a dark, lonely, corner that no one knows.

Really, really useless.

The water flowed through his feet, and Du Sheng sat by the river in a daze, even he didn't know how long he had been sitting, so he let his trouser legs get wet by the river.

"Jingle bell—" a shrill bicycle bell.

Du Sheng didn't look back.

"Jingle bell—" another screeching bell.

Du Sheng still didn't look back.

Fat Dahong sighed, leaned the bike against the side of the road, and slid down the ramp to sit next to Du Sheng.

"Hey," Fat Dahong tilted his head to look at Du Sheng: "It's not fun to be cool, right?" ”

Du Sheng raised his head slowly, and the river was blowing his hair, dangling in front of Du Sheng's eyes.

"You're the Grim Reaper, aren't you?" Du Sheng spoke slowly.

"You can call it love, that's what it means anyway." Fat Dahong waved his hand.

"Uncle Hu, where is he?"

"Who knows." Fat Dahong picked his head: "When I passed by, I saw you fall to the ground." ”

"So Uncle Hu, he didn't die?" Du Sheng suddenly turned around and grabbed the huge red collar violently.

"Eh, don't mind," Fat Dahong shook his head repeatedly, "I didn't say that." ”

"Aren't you the Grim Reaper, how could you not know?" Du Sheng shook his fat and red head swayed.

"Dude, I'm about to be blown off by you." Fat Dahong shook off Du Sheng's hand a little unhappily.

"Tell me, where is Uncle Hu?" Du Sheng asked.

"Eh, I really don't know," after a pause, Fat Dahong continued: "Originally, I might have known about Fat Brother, but there was an accident more than 20 years ago, in short, there is no way now." ”

"But—" Fat Dahong whipped his nose, "The few virtual bodies that fell there last night are a little familiar." ”

"Void?"

"Ah, that's it." Fat Dahong suddenly became proud: "Yes, fat brother, I'll just popularize it for you." First of all, not all souls are invisible, and those like us who have a structure, that is, the Grim Reaper, will have a virtual body as a container for their souls, so that they can move around the world. ”

"Speaking of which," Fat Da Hong pillowed his chin and said to himself, "Is that virtual body wearing a black trench coat really the former Seven Soul Captains who have been missing for more than twenty years?" ”

Seven Souls? Captain?

Du Sheng vaguely seemed to have heard of this name.

I think I've heard someone say it.

"That's right," Fat Dahong pulled back the topic: "Dude, how the hell did you hang up?" ”

How did it hang? Am I hanging?

"I ······ I'm dead? Du Sheng was so shocked that he was almost speechless.

"It's not nonsense, why did I tell you so much if you want to live well." Fat Dahong thought about it, and then smirked embarrassedly: "That-did I say it too suddenly, I'm embarrassed, I'm embarrassed, why don't you digest it first?" ”

It turned out that he was really dead.

Du Sheng remembered that that night, he was indeed stabbed through the stomach by the claws of the little monster, and the heart-rending pain was still vivid.

In the end, I still haven't been able to live well, and I really disappointed Hu Kouru's intentions.

It seems that Granny Meng can't find it, and Sister Jiaxi can't wait.

I'm sorry Granny Meng, I'm sorry Sister Jiaxi, but I can't leave Hu Kouru and run away alone, you will forgive me, right?

Thinking of this, Du Sheng couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Na," Fat Dahong patted Du Sheng's shoulder: "One thing must be made clear to you, you didn't kill me, do our business, in fact, you don't kill people at all, like Fat Brother I, I'm only responsible for taking you down, and carrying you to do some mental counseling or something." ”

"Take it down—to hell?"

"Uh-huh." Fat Dahong nodded.

"Damn, I'm really going to hell." Du Sheng pouted.

"Eh, it's not what you think," Fat Dahong simply sat down in a round ball of meat, and supported his head with his elbows on his knees: "Well, it's okay anyway, brother will teach you another lesson." ”

"It is said that a long, long time ago - I don't know exactly how much, anyway, a long, long time ago, there was a person who broke into our world and turned the world upside down in order to save his relatives. Later, in order to put an end to such a thing, the other world sent some people who can speak well to the world to preach how terrible the other world is. Anyway, that's all for history lessons, and you'll be able to see it soon anyway. ”

"What about bull heads and horse noodles or something, are they also fake?" Du Sheng suddenly became interested and asked.

"Well," Fat Dahong couldn't help but laugh out loud: "It is said that the two of them are partners, and they wear masks all day long because they have a serious transvestite, but they are actually very timid, and they are more cowardly than me, haha, do you say they are funny?" ”

Fat Dahong laughed, and his already compact facial features were even more squeezed.

"Okay, that's pretty much the gossip." Fat Dahong got up and patted his buttocks: "Let's go." ”

"Where?" As soon as Du Sheng finished asking, he found that this question was redundant.

Where else can a Grim Reaper go with a dead man?

Du Sheng followed Fat Dahong up the ramp, but Fat Dahong sat on the bicycle with his butt.

"Come on." Fat Dahong looked at Du Sheng with a blank face, and waved his hand impatiently: "What are you thinking?" ”

"Going by bike······ Hell? Du Sheng finally said the question in his heart.

"Eh, didn't I tell you, the fat brother is not as good as he was now" Fat Dahong glanced at the back seat: "Come up honestly." ”

Before you know it, we have been chatting until evening, and the remnant sun falls on the distant mountain, and the afterglow is sprinkled on the sparkling lake, reflecting a red cloud.

Du Sheng looked at the receding street lamps and pedestrians, and suddenly felt a burst of sadness in his heart.

Maybe people are like this, they don't feel it when they have it, until they lose it, say goodbye, and need to wave goodbye to know that this last look is so unforgettable.

"By the way, buddy, what's your name?"

Fat Dahong opened the conversation again.

"Du Sheng."

"Squeak-"

The cold sudden brake made Du Sheng's whole person "poof" and hit the back of the fat red meat.

It felt like hitting a ball of soft cotton.

"What's wrong?" Du Sheng looked at Fat Dahong in astonishment.

"No, nothing." Fat Dahong smiled awkwardly and pedaled the bike slowly.

"By the way, Brother Du, you haven't said it yet, how did you hang up?"

The car turned the corner and turned into a deserted alley.

Du Sheng told the strange fog and the thrilling battle from beginning to end, and when he talked about Hu Jiao, his eyes couldn't help but be a little moist.

"Rough ······" Fat Dahong pursed his lips and muttered to himself, "I think I've heard this name somewhere." ”

"Hey, fatty!"

A grinning girl's voice came out coldly from behind.

"Squeak-" Another hard brake.

Du Sheng clearly felt that the fat big red's fleshy body was trembling instinctively.

"Hah······ Haha······" The fat red neck was like a rusty machine, and the wood slowly turned back in a daze, and the cold sweat of the bean was cut through the sideburns and dripped onto the shoulders.

"Shio······ Sister Xi ······"