Beijing, night, one o'clock in the morning

The girl stood in the corner of the corridor, her eyes glazed over the figure lying in the darkness not far away. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The info figure was so familiar, but she couldn't remember who it was.

"Name, Li Simeng, age, eighteen years old, born on March 10, 1997, died at 12:58 a.m. on July 28, 2015. The cause of death was robbery, and he was killed while resisting. Alas, what a hassle. There was a nice male voice in the dark corridor, a little lazy.

But the voice seemed to be full of magic to the girl's ears, and her body trembled unconsciously.

Li Simeng? It's a familiar name, as if I've heard it somewhere. She thought about the familiar name over and over again, but no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't remember it.

"Don't think about it, you don't have a memory when you leave your body for a while." A pale hand suddenly landed on her shoulder, startling her. She didn't dare to turn her head to look, the voice, although it sounded good, it was like a ghost, full of unreality, as if it didn't belong to this world at all.

I only heard the person behind me continue: "I have nothing to do to go out for dinner, and I only came home so late, alas, can't I come back early?" If you come back early, you probably won't have to die, and I won't have to get up in the middle of the night to work overtime. There was a lot of helplessness in his voice, a little reluctance.

"I'm dead?" The girl muttered, looked at the figure who fell not far away, instantly her pupils shrank, she looked like a ghost, and stumbled back a few steps, until she crashed into a person's arms.

She remembered! I remembered it all! How could she not be familiar with that figure! How could she not be familiar with that name! Because that's herself! A touch of the image came to mind, and finally everything was connected.

It was already 12 o'clock after the class reunion, and she went home as usual, but she was robbed in the corridor, and she wanted to call for help, but the robber cut her throat with a knife......

She couldn't believe all this, and looked at her hands, only to see that they were almost transparent.

"Don't be so afraid, you're dead, you're just a soul now." The voice was still smiling, thinking that it all seemed natural to him.

Li Simeng turned around abruptly to look behind her, but she couldn't see anything in this absolute darkness, but she knew that the person who spoke was beside her, not far from her.

"You can call me Death, and I'm here to pick you up." The sound was heartwarming, but it exuded a faint chill.

"I don't believe it...... I don't believe it! Li Simeng was a little excited and shouted loudly.

"If you don't believe me, you can take a closer look at that corpse, hehe, human beings are always like this, so unwilling to accept the facts, it's really troublesome."

Li Simeng staggered towards the figure that fell to the ground, stretched out her trembling hand, but she didn't dare to turn the corpse around, because she was afraid, afraid to turn the corpse around and see a face exactly like herself. She already believed it, but she didn't want to accept it!

I'm only eighteen, and I still have someone I love! Why did you die like this! She was not reconciled, and no one could accept this fact.

Tears dripped down her cheeks and fell into pools of blood at her feet. In an instant, the darkness around them disappeared, and turned into an infinite blood red. The pool of blood was infinitely magnified, and the entire floor of the corridor became a pool of blood, and the corpse gradually sank into a pool of blood, but she stood on top of the pool of blood, rippling under her feet.

The young man was dressed in a black suit, a plain white tie, a handsome face, dignified and reserved like an adult, which was the color of the dress for attending the funeral. And the teenager was now standing across from her, looking at her with a smile on his face.

"Where is this?" Li Simeng stopped sobbing, she had accepted this fact, and looked at the teenager with red eyes.

"The tipping point between the other side and the real world, you can understand it as the Lethe River in the Yellow Springs, and the next place you are going to is the Yellow Springs. You can also think of me as Meng Po, but I don't have Meng Po soup for you to drink. The boy smiled kindly, with an innocent face.

"Then can I still go back......" Li Simeng looked at the young man with a glimmer of hope. The young man did not answer her out loud, but looked at the blood-red sky, and after a long time he said, "Do you want to go back?" ”

"Hmm!" Li Simeng nodded vigorously.

The young man snapped his fingers directly and said with a smile, "Time is running out, the group of people on the other side is about to arrive, if they come, you really can't go back." After a pause, he continued, "I can send you back, who made me so kind." ”

"Huh? Didn't you say you were the Grim Reaper? Didn't you come to pick me up? Li Simeng was confused by his words, didn't he say that he came to pick him up? Why did you suddenly change your mind?

"There's a lot of nonsense, it's not okay to make a joke, it's funny." The boy was still smiling, as if there was only one expression on his face. "Didn't I say it, I don't have Meng Po soup here, I came to pick you up to take you back, and I didn't say that I would take you to the other side."

As soon as the words fell, the entire space suddenly shook violently, and the blood pool under his feet was filled with terrifying waves, and cracks appeared in the blood-red sky. At this moment, it is not an exaggeration to describe this place as earth-shattering, like the end of the world!

The boy smiled and looked at the cracked sky, and muttered, "So soon, it looks like they're going to make a real move this time." Hehe. With that, he stretched, and no one saw the coldness in his eyes.

"Okay, they're coming, you can go back, you won't remember everything here when you wake up." The boy snapped his fingers again, and the surging blood pool just now gradually calmed down, but the sky still trembled violently, and the cracks continued to expand. Li Simeng found that he began to slowly sink into the pool of blood. The pool of blood was viscous like a swamp, and she was not allowed to move in it, and she could only watch her body be swallowed by the blood-red liquid.

I don't know if it's real blood.

"Good night and good sleep." Finally, the boy smiled and waved at her, as if saying goodbye. But Li Simeng had no way to respond to him, because the pool of blood had already overflowed her mouth, and the next moment, the whole person disappeared into the vast pool of blood.

Only the boy was left standing there alone in the heaven and earth, the blood pool was surging again, there was a loud noise in the sky, and the crack in the sky was getting bigger and bigger, and it was obvious that it couldn't support it for long.

With a wave of the young man's right hand, a Japanese knife with a blood-red blade rushed out of the pool of blood and floated in front of the young man.

The young man held the handle of the knife, and there was no smile on his face, but it was cold without a trace of temperature! A rich murderous aura emanated from his body, filling the entire space. Those pitch-black eyes turned golden in the blink of an eye, like a golden flame beating in the eyes, full of anger, as if it was about to burn everything in the world!

He is no longer the gentle young man who smiled kindly, at this moment, he is a king, an angry king! If the king wants to take back what belongs to him, he will go to the battlefield himself!

"Click!" A deafening loud bang rang out, like a night of oversized glass shattering! I saw that the blood-red sky dome broke in an instant, smashing towards the pool of blood. That's how the sky falls.

"O ants! Come on! A battle of the gods a thousand years ago! I will sacrifice with your lowly blood! "He is like a wrath of the King Kong, and like a lion roaring!

He jumped to his feet and rushed towards the falling sky, the blood-red Japanese sword cutting a cold arc and slashing towards the sky!

He roared, he roared, slashing through body after body. Like a murderous god who fights in hell, he is not afraid of death!

This kind of death is good, but it is a little lonely ......;