"Not really."

Still in the same calm tone, she reached out and picked up the scythe on the table, "Those who are in the chain of cause and effect should return to the position that the chain of cause and effect has determined for you."

Fu Jin wanted to resist, but found that the air around him was so heavy that he couldn't move.

He subconsciously closed his eyes, but opened them again. If this is the end, he will see with his own eyes how he died.

She watched as he closed his eyes and opened them again, the scythe swinging over his head and nailing to the ground beside him.

With a cracking sound, there was a crisp sound of something falling to the ground.

She put the scythe away, watched him repeat the words she had started with, "... If this were the reality, you would have died long ago." The admonishing tone was cold.

As the words fell, her figure dissipated.

0

When Fu Jin woke up, the room was still the same as when Yanzi left yesterday.

Is he finally "crazy" as Hikoko said?

Fu Jin smiled, and he stood up, trying to find an object that would prove the authenticity of last night's experience.

"Woohoo."

The dog's voice caught his attention, and Fu Jin turned his face sideways to look at his little pet.

Fu Da was locked in a cage.

Got it.

After staring at Fu Da, who was looking at him innocently, Fu Jin picked up the last crow feather left on the floor, "No." The tone is affirmative.

"Isn't it?" Someone in the rear picked up his words.

Fu Jin turned around, it was a black-haired boy with no expression, the young man was wearing a black robe, he looked delicate, and he looked about fifteen or sixteen years old.

The young man saw him turn around and nodded at him, "Hello, Mr. Fu, nicknamed Tai, second-class graver. My partner and I are temporary bodyguards assigned to you by the Society."

Tai handed out a black envelope to Fu Jin, on which was written "Mr. Fu personally opened" in gilded letters, turned it over, and the signature on the back was "Tomb Collectors' Association".

Fu Jin seemed to understand something, he looked at the young man fixedly for a while, and then stretched out his hand to take the letter.

... There was no turning back for him.

"Tai, you're too serious." A woman with dyed blonde hair reached out and knocked the boy on the head.

The woman sat naturally on a chair beside her, her feet cocked, her right leg folded on top of her left foot.

Fu Jin noticed that the woman was not wearing a black robe.

She tilted her head slightly, her fingertips caressing Xian Yan's red lips, "Hello, Mr. Fu, if you have any questions, please feel free to consult, Tai and I will answer them for you."

The woman's figure was S-curved, she was wearing hot pants and a tank top, and she said to him with a teasing smile, "Substitute descendant, first-class grave person, until the Association withdraws its mission, I will serve you wholeheartedly."

...

"About one in every 0.002% of the world's nearly 8 billion people can become a grave person, and there are currently nearly 5,000 grave people in the association."

"There are ten levels of graveholders, starting with nine and reaching out to zero. According to the official data released by the association, after removing more than 500 hidden tombs that are not open to the public, the association has 267 ninth-level tombs, 339 eighth-level tombs, 571 seventh-level tombs, 983 sixth-level tombs, 1,214 fifth-level tombs, 715 fourth-level tombs, 105 third-level tombs, 56 second-level tombs, 19 first-class tombs, and 1 zero-level tomb."

"The Dark Tomb and the Bright Tomb have different formations and systems, and they directly belong to the president of the association and the five elders. And the minimum threshold for the inclusion of the Dark Tomb is level five."

As she spoke, she seemed to feel a little tight on her clothes, and she casually tugged at the strap of her waistcoat, "Tai and I belong to the Dark Tomb."

"Although there are ten levels of gravemen, since the beginning of this grading system more than six hundred years ago, there has only been one zero-level graver."

"Even for those of us who belong to the Guild, the Tomb Zero is like a legend, and it only exists in the stories passed down by word of mouth."

"No one knows how long he's been around, not even his abilities, his name, his looks, his voice. The relationship between the association and him is almost equal, equivalent to a partner, an ally, a collaborator."

… Only the statistics of the number of people and a legendary figure that the association itself does not know about are introduced. Fu Jin frowned.

She looked up at him, "Mr. Fu is still satisfied with this introduction?"

Fu Jin wrote down the last word and put down the pen in his hand, "I am very satisfied. But—" he said, and after a pause, he took a turn of tone, "if it's too hot, you can tell me." He smiled apologetically.

Hearing this, Tai on the side took his eyes off the puppy and stared at Fu Jin's face for a while.

"You're not his thing." Tai spoke, and his tone was very light.

"I like fair-skinned, well-proportioned, slightly tall women." Tai said, still expressionlessly teasing Fu Da to follow the dog's tail grass in his hand in a circle, "You're boredoming him. He just wants to talk to you about business and get the necessary information."

Fu Jin smiled casually, "That's right."

"He's angry. But it's more fun than angry." Tai turned a deaf ear to Fu Jin's words.

"I've always wanted to read the heart of a senior."

"Senior, if someone can understand your mind, how will you go?"

These two sentences suddenly flashed in Fu Jin's mind.

Before he had time to think deeply, the voice of the descendant intercepted this wisp of inquiry.

"Tai, don't say it." The descendants stopped Tai.

Tai looked up at the descendants, "Don't you need it?"

"Well, no." The descendants replied.

"Mr. Fu, you don't need to be so vigilant, what information we want, even if we don't talk to you, we can easily get it." Yi smiled slightly, "You're very inspired, that's right. But it's useless before you know how to use it. It can only be used to bring calamity."

"I'm not trying to seduce you, I'm just interested in you because your anger is very interesting. Clean, not monolithic, but not mixed... What is it?" Licking her lips, "It feels... It's very tasty."

Tai glanced at him, "I think so too."

It's not the first time Fu Jin has heard this description. Interrupted from his thoughts, he glanced at them, too lazy to say anything.

"He's thinking crooked." Tai said suddenly.

The descendant looked interested, "Oh? It turned out to be sullen."

The corners of Fu Jin's mouth twitched.

"He's annoyed, but he doesn't want to show it for people to know." Tai said again.

He tried his best to hold back a smile, "Tai, you're too ruthless."

Fu Jin resisted the urge to throw the gold-bound book at hand at the two of them.

... His male aura, which is gradually disintegrating.

"No kidding." He took the lewd smile in his eyes, "Trouble Mr. Fu to bring this with you."

She spread out her hand, and the pentagram pendant lay quietly in her palm.

Fu Jin took the pendant, "Intentions?"

"Amulet." He replied, "There are two specific functions, one is to make sure that the demons can't touch you, and the other is to become less 'delicious'."

The word delicious is pronounced very strongly, as if hinting at something.

Fu Jin smiled, he said he didn't understand anything.

0

On Monday, May 6, Fu Jin looked at the date on his computer and realized that he had been harassed by the grave man for almost five days.

He looked up at the young man who was playing with the dog, "Where did you go?"

"Back to the Association." Tai replied.

"How long will you be gone?"

"Two days at the least, two and a half days at the most."

Fu Jin looked at the file file on the computer.

For the past five days, he's lived a life he's never had – constantly being spied on. And he tolerates his two "bodyguards" out of a certain degree of politeness and necessity.

Now one of these two people finally left for a while, and returned to the association, and would not appear again for two days.

"What is the Graveman?" He asked suddenly.

"......" Tai was silent for a long time, and then he replied to Fu Jin, "I can't say it."

The answer was similar to what he expected. Fu Jin didn't say anything more, turned his face away, and looked at his pet.

"Fuda, sit down." Fu Jin shouted.

Fu Da glanced up at Tai, then turned his head to look at Fu Jin for a while, hesitated for a moment, took a step, and waved his little short legs towards Fu Jin.

Fu Jin looked at its very stupid running posture and smiled.

Fu Da ran to the fixed point and lay directly in front of Fu Jin.

Fu Jin said again, "Fu Da, sit down."

Fu Da seemed to realize that something was wrong at this time, he got up, tried to hold his chest up, and looked at Fu Jin majestically.

Fu Jin smiled, "Fu Da, you are so stupid."

Fu Da seemed to understand, and opened his mouth to bite Fu Jin's finger.

Fu Jin raised his hand high.

Fu Da jumped and jumped, and he couldn't hold Fu Jin's hand with all his might.

Fu Jin nodded its head, smiled and said slowly, "Fu Da is a stupid dog."

"No, it's smart." Tai popped up and joined the conversation, toast in his hand, "Take the dog." He paused, then added, "Loyal, too."

Fu Jin didn't argue about it, he watched Tai put the bread on the table, "I thought you didn't know anything about this."

Tai turned around, "I'm a good cook, I was taught by the descendants."

"She knows a lot, and you think of her too superficially."

Fu Jin's hand paused, he put the bread in his hand into the porcelain plate in front of him, he didn't explain anything, just said, "No one is superficial, superficial is just human behavior."

"That's not what your heart says, you look down on her."

Fu Jin turned his head with a smile on his face, "Do you really think you can see through a person?"

"It doesn't matter if you can see through it or not." Tai replied, "I just listen to the voice of people's hearts and understand them truthfully."

"The heart cannot deceive."

"But the heart never has only one emotion." Fu Jin said, tearing the bread in half, just right for the entrance.

"You don't agree? Why?" Tai suddenly asked.

Fu Jin was silent for a while, and suddenly reached out and rubbed Tai's head, as if he had done it thousands of times, and it seemed extremely gentle. Retracting his hand, he bypassed the question, "Let's eat."

A hint of helplessness appeared on his lips, "There are some things that you can only figure out by yourself."

Tai looked at Fu Jin, he frowned, "I can't understand this emotion."

Fu Jin smiled lightly, "That means you don't need it yet."

He said this very mysteriously, and Tai was silent.

There are some pasts that cannot be relayed, only you can experience them. Isn't it?

Fu Jin smiled and ate silently.