Uh....... I opened my eyes, and it was in this room with cobwebs on the ceiling, and as soon as I raised my hand and sat up, the wooden bed made a piercing "squeak" sound, breaking the silence, and the ancient chandelier hung on the ceiling like an ornament, and the faintly visible light outside the white curtain supported the blurred light in the room, at least I could see the way clearly.

Pushing open the heavy door, the sight was immediately covered by darkness, the surroundings were pitch black, the five fingers could not be seen, the ears were quiet, there was no sound, the air was as dull as death, and people couldn't help but wonder if they were alive.

I skillfully lit the torch hanging on the wall next to me with a match, held it in my hand, the dust danced in the faint blue firelight, and the scene in front of me gradually emerged, it was a corridor, and I walked forward purposefully.

The wind whistled through the half-open windows, howling like a devil, and strangely when the fire was not lit, it was as silent as death, and the curtains flew one after another, swaying one after another, like a white demon, and the torch in his hand flickered but never extinguished.

Through the half-open windows, I once again saw this chaotic world, the gray earth reflected the hideousness of the trees, the sky was a dark cloud from time to time to emit the light of lightning, but there was no trace of rolling thunder, as if the heavens were afraid to wake up something, I was in an ancient castle-shaped manor villa like a night villa in the line of fire, and this dead world is called the land of the dead, popularly speaking, it is hell!

Only the dead spirits with deep sins and great resentments will come here, and among them are harmful, there are also victims, which refreshes my cognition, I thought that only the people who hurt people will come here, but I didn't expect that as long as you can't let go of your grudges, even if you are innocent, you can't avoid being trapped here.

They roam in this dark place all day long, unable to be reincarnated, and the purpose of the existence of this manor where I am is is to help them sweep away their sins and resentments and help them to be reborn.

Of course, only a handful of necromancers happen to come here every day, and the vast majority of necromancers never even find the manor.

Each necromancer who comes here only needs to go to a special room and tell the story of the sins of birth to the recorder, and after the recorder finishes it with a small test, he stamps the seal of death on the booklet, and the necromancer will forget everything and live in peace.

This manor is called the Grim Reaper Manor, and I am the recorder here, I have been here for a while, there is a library in the manor, and the wall cabinets in it are densely packed with pamphlets, these pamphlets are the books that record the stories of the necromancy, called the Grim Reaper Notes.

I don't know how the previous chroniclers got here, but I came here for some reason, like a dream, or maybe it was a dream.

I was a high school student, and one night after doing my homework and playing League of Legends for a while, I went to bed, and when I woke up, I found myself in a strange room, the same room I first woke up, and it wasn't like a dream because everything around me was so real.

Then I wandered around in the dark and met the owner of the manor, a self-proclaimed Grim Reaper, who told me everything about the manor, and told me that he had chosen me, and that the previous recorder had retired, so he asked me to take over.

Can this be retired? And why me? He told me it was just a random draw and I was speechless.........

He also told me that I only need to work here for one night every day, record and play, and go back to the bed I came to and I can return to reality, and I will be paid $300!

Looking at that unbelievable smile, I was skeptical, was I really dreaming? Didn't you tie me up here while I was asleep?

After it was over, I went back to bed and lay down as he said, although I was a little flustered but still fell asleep, I didn't expect to be woken up by the alarm clock in my bed, and! I have a bag at the head of my bed with $300 in cash!

It's boring to have banknotes in a gold coin bag........

He also told me that if I didn't want to work here again, I would just hand him a resignation letter, and I wouldn't come back here when I fell asleep.

But I never thought of it that way, because not only the $300 profit, but also the fascinating stories of the necromancy, each one is wonderful, full of sin and the darkness of human nature!

The necromancers who come here come from all over the world, and I can understand them all, and maybe that's the magic of the Necrons.

"Crunch" "Crunch" The wooden staircase swayed up and down, and the dust kept falling, and I worried every time if it would collapse, but every time it turned out that my worries were unnecessary.

In front of him was a large hall, with a huge stove in front of the reddish-brown desk, the wood in the furnace was burning, and at the moment there was a wooden horse on the carpet in front of the stove, and strangely dressed figures were swaying back and forth on it.

The reason why it is strange is that the man on the wooden horse is a little boy who is only five years old, and he has a beautiful face like a doll, but he is dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and has a bright red bow pinned to the neck.

Five-year-old boy in a formal suit.......... It looks a little weird.

And such a strange imp is my boss - the Grim Reaper!

"Brother! You're here, you're late today! "For some reason, this self-proclaimed Grim Reaper calls me brother every time he sees me.

"I have too much homework today, and I finally fell asleep, what kind of style are you, little ghost, western cowboy? Or Prince Charming? ”

"It's not like you're bored, my dear brother!" The man on the wooden horse smiled, so innocent, no, wrong, I never thought he was innocent.

Suddenly, he stared at the door, "Guests!" ”

I looked back and there was no movement outside the door, "What." I turned my head, but the horse was empty, still swaying in place.

He's always like that, elusive, like a child, but he's like a child.

I sat down at my desk with a stack of pamphlets, a pen, a box of ink, and a stamp.

Well? There's also a steaming cup of coffee that looks like it's just made.

As soon as I drank it, it was my favorite cappuccino, and suddenly a note slowly floated down from the ceiling, like a feather, that read "To my brother who worked hard all night!" ”

I laughed, because in fact, this is not a late night, whenever I wake up in the morning, I am more energetic than before, and I am no longer sleepy in class.

But this note still warms my heart, this little ghost is actually very good to me, very much like a person, huh? Like whom?

Suddenly, there was the sound of intermittent footsteps outside the door, from far to near, like a snake approaching, and I knew that it was a guest coming. He didn't lie.

I opened a booklet, sat up straight, and with a creak, the door opened.................