"Cuckoo, cuckoo"

"Hmm... It's so annoying, is there a bird in the underworld? It's really painful, and it doesn't make people live in peace when they die."

Murong Xuechen slowly opened his eyes, but he was flashed by the strong sunlight, and he had to cover his eyes with his hands to slowly adapt to the sunlight.

But after moving my hand, I found a little disobedience, "The sleeves on my hand are so wide, it's just like a kimono." ”

"Yo, little girl, why is it alone in such a place, the forest is very dangerous."

After Murong Xuechen heard an old man's voice, he couldn't help but turn his head, only to find that it was an old man on crutches standing there, although his face was full of wrinkles and his back was hunched into a shrimp shape.

But there was still an occasional flash of light in the slightly opened eyes, proving that this old man was not simple.

"That... Are you a cow head or a horse face? Are you here to hook my soul? Why are we surrounded by this singing of birds and flowers, and where are we? Murong Xuechen was a little confused about the situation, and asked cautiously.

"Little girl, are you all right? What kind of bull head and horse noodles, old man, I've never heard of this. Looks like I'm going to explain it to you. The old man began to introduce the situation here, if the game represents the world, then he is the guide messenger of the novice village.

"The place we are in is 78th Street of Flowing Soul. This is Binh Duong Forest, and there will be a lot of things to be hast. The Grim Reaper doesn't care about us in Area 78, so we can only survive on our own. There is an abundance of food in the forest, and many of the most vicious people will enter here to make a living, so this is not a place to stay for long, so you should get out of here with me quickly. The old man shook his head and began to walk outside on crutches.

"Soul Street, Void, Death? Looking at the clothes worn by the old man, Murong Xuechen suddenly thought of an anime, oh my God! Didn't I die, but traveled to the world of the Grim Reaper? Well, even though only the soul is left, it seems that it is no different from death. ”

Murong Xuechen's silent heart set off turbulent waves.

"That's it, if you come, you will be safe, it's not safe here, I'd better follow him away as soon as possible and then take it slowly."

"Thank you, old man, for telling me where this is, I seem to have amnesia, it's great to meet you." Murong Xuechen quickly caught up with the old man, and casually made an excuse, he didn't want to be known that he was a traverser, otherwise it would reach the ears of the captain of the Twelfth Team one day, and with his current little bit of Taoism, wouldn't he be rubbed by that Frankenstein at will?

"Really? Amnesia... It's a pity that we're in Area 78 and don't have any doctors at all, otherwise you might be able to recover your memory. The old man looked at the person in front of him suspiciously.

"No, thank you for caring about me, old man. It's just that... I'm very new to this place, can I stay here tonight? ”

When this request was made, Murong Xuechen's face turned red. It's obviously the first time we've met, but if you have the cheekiness to ask for accommodation at someone else's house, you'll definitely be refused.

But unexpectedly, after staring at Murong Xuechen for a while, the old man quickly said: "Yes, it's better to say that I still welcome you to live, there are only me and my wife at home, and sometimes it's quite lonely." Don't always be an old man, the old man's name, my name is Tanabe Fuji, you can just call me Grandpa Fuji. What about your name? ”

"Thank you, Grandpa Fuji, for trusting me so much. My name is Murong Xuechen, you can call me Xuechen. ”

Tanabe Fuji smiled and touched his beard, as if wondering if he was so old if he had a granddaughter?

On the way to Grandpa Fuji's house, Xuechen learned that Grandpa Fuji had a daughter, but she was killed fifteen years ago.

The murderer was a small hooligan leader on 78 Street, but even if it was a small leader, it was not something that the two old people could deal with, so in the past ten years, Grandpa Fuji's wife, Megumi Midori, and Grandma Hui washed their faces with tears every day. Grandpa Fuji also had to walk around 78th Street himself, picking up garbage for a living.

Today, Grandpa Fuji's house is almost finished (this book sets out that all souls in the corpse soul world will be hungry and thirsty), and there is a gang fire on the street, in order to avoid the limelight, Grandpa Fuji ventured to the Pingyang forest to pick some wild vegetables.

Out of reluctance, Murong Xuechen did not say the fact that he was a man, and may have vaguely guessed the thoughts of the old man in front of him.

By the time he got out of the forest, half of the sun had already set below the horizon, and listening to the faint roar from behind, Xuechen couldn't help but sweat.

After walking southwest for about twelve or thirteen minutes after leaving the forest, Xuechen saw a thatched hut standing alone.

"It's here, Xuechen" "Wife, come out and see who I'm bringing back?" The latter sentence was Grandpa Fuji shouting at the house.

"Eh, old man, what are you shouting, why did you come back so late today. Do you want to die in the forest of Binh Duong? "A gray-haired old woman walked out of the house in a hurry." Well? Old man, who is she? Grandma Hui looked at Murong Xuechen in surprise and said.

"Old woman, this is the little girl I met in the Pingyang Forest, her name is Murong Xuechen. She seems to have lost her memory, so she has to live in our house for the time being, you see, how it is. ”

"What's not good, anyway, it's up to you to decide this kind of thing."

"Come in, Miss Murong, our house is relatively shabby, and I hope you don't dislike it."

"No, no, Grandma Hui, you think too much, you are willing to take me in temporarily, it's too late for me to be grateful, how can you dislike this dilapidated place?" Xuechen hurriedly waved his hand.

When he entered the house, he found that it was destitute, except for cooking utensils and two beds, a large stone for a dining table, and four stump chairs, and only a simple wardrobe made of weeds.

Between the two beds there is a pile of straw that barely acts as a wall. A dim glow emanated from a candle erected in the center of the large stone, enveloping the room. Filled the room with a gloomy atmosphere.

Murong Xuechen felt very uncomfortable, firstly because of the dim light, and secondly, because the second elder could only live in this kind of place.

This room has not been visited in a long time. This can be seen in the thick dust that has accumulated on the two stump chairs and the bed on the right.

But the second elder's interest was very high, seeing their busy figures in front of the cauldron, Murong Xuechen's eyes couldn't help but moisten slightly.

He walked slowly outside, picked up a relatively clean bundle of straw, walked into the house, and began to clean up. After all, the living environment of the two elderly people is really not too clean.

By the time he finished wiping the dust off his chair and bed, the meal was ready.

"Xuechen, you're too polite, you can just talk to us about this kind of cleaning, why do you have to do it yourself." Tanabe touched his head, looking a little unhappy.

"Boss, Xuechen, what are you talking about, don't hurry up and sit down and get ready to eat." Lu Zhonghui smiled and brought a large pot of things, and when Murong Xuechen looked into the basin, there seemed to be three black lines on his head, and the corners of his mouth twitched and stared at the boiled wild vegetables in the basin.

"Come on, eat more, haha." Tanabe Teng was very enthusiastic to ride wild vegetables into Murong Xuechen's bowl, and when he noticed it, there was already a layer on top of the bowl. "We lack everything else here, but there is no shortage of wild vegetables, hahaha, you're welcome, just eat, one bowl is not enough and there is a second bowl."

Gollum~, at this moment, an inopportune voice came from Murong Xuechen's stomach, which became the last straw that overwhelmed his hesitation. He grabbed a little wild vegetable in his hand and put it in his mouth, and the smell of grass and earth rushed to his brain.

"Hiss~~" after gasping.

"This wild vegetable doesn't seem to be unpalatable," he muttered, although there was an earthy smell, but at the same time, there was a faint sweetness and fragrance, which made Murong Xuechen, who had an empty stomach, completely let go of his hesitation and ate it.

What Murong Xuechen didn't notice was that when he was feasting, the two elders sat in their respective positions, watching Murong Xuechen gobble up, showing a kind smile. When the eyes of the two occasionally coincide, a trace of relief floated through the cloudy eyes. Obviously, he regarded "her" as his own granddaughter.

If it weren't for the loss of his daughter for too long and the influence of Murong Xuechen's gentle temperament, the second elder would not have regarded the person he just met today as his granddaughter, of course, these are all digressions.

After eating the wild vegetables, Murong Xuechen touched her stomach, couldn't help but give a long burp, and made a big red face.

The second elder didn't care, Grandpa Teng went out to get straw to help him make his bed, and Grandma Hui took the cooking utensils to the nearby river to wash.

Originally, Murong Xuechen also wanted to help, but under the strong persuasion of the second elder, he finally accepted this kindness.

At night, Murong Xuechen lay on the bed tossing and turning and couldn't sleep. It's not that the bed is too basic to sleep.

He was thinking about a character in the Grim Reaper anime when suddenly, two familiar faces flashed through his mind, one with red hair and arrogance written all over his face. One has a piercing onion head, and those big eyes are full of aura.

"By the way, I remember that Koiji Asai and Rukia Kuchigi also seem to be from the 78th district of Wandering Soul Street, if I can find them, maybe I can also become a god of death."

"Wait, I don't know what time it is, what if someone has already become a figure like the vice-captain, isn't it something that doesn't have anything to do with me?"

As soon as he thought of this, Murong Xuechen was tossed and turned.

After thinking about it for a long time, he decided to set out early tomorrow morning to find the two, and the more time passed, the less chance he had of finding them.

Tomorrow go out on the street and ask anyone if they've ever heard of the Grim Reaper with these two names. If so, then his plans would have to be changed.

As a ray of sunlight shone into the house, Murong Xuechen immediately got up, and to his surprise, the two old men had also gotten up.