Don't want to die. Haomo had only this one thought left in his mind.

"Why?" it was the female voice again, and in a trance, Haomo heard the voice of the woman who seemed to be living in his head again.

"Wouldn't it be better to be dead?"

Yes, it might be better to die. Hearing the woman's words, Haomo thought so. No one pays attention, the connections in the class are very poor, the family members have died early, the future is confused and I don't know where to go, to be honest, the death of people like this is the greatest contribution to society. Haomo gradually felt that his consciousness was leaving his body little by little, is this what it feels like to die?

"Hmph!" came from the depths of his heart, and there was a sneer.

"It's ugly, your current posture. The cold voice mocked mercilessly.

Ah, it's indeed a little ugly, now I'm being carried in the air by a white bone by the neck, my expression should be rolling my eyes and foaming at the mouth.

"Cheer up!" the voice said solemnly, Haomo only felt as if he was being held by someone's shoulder, and the pressure on his neck was gone, "You can die, but not here, let alone be killed by this little thing!"

Haomo suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes emitted a scarlet blood light, his eyes were fixed on the skeleton in front of him, and the demon's empty eye sockets met that gaze and felt a trace of fear.

"Even ants, dare to be presumptuous to me!" a low roar like a lion came from the mouth of the dying young man, and then, the hands that had been hanging down due to weakness seemed to be poured into endless power, and tightly grasped the skeletal arm stuck in his neck, and the terrible sound of bone cracking echoed in the dining room.

"Heha!" another low roar, and the two hands used force together, and the demon arm's arm was crushed.

"Ahhh

Haomo had just landed on the ground, and he had just gained a foothold when he heard the demon question, and he suddenly laughed.

"A thousand years ago, no one didn't know my name, my sword is my identity, and today I will let you remember it!" Haomo's right hand was clenched back, and the wall behind him was blasted open, and then a slender Tang knife flew into his hand.

"Remember! My name is ......." Haomo collapsed to the ground before he finished speaking, not moving.

What is this unfolding? The demon was confused, a second ago he was still being pressed and rubbed on the ground by the coercion suddenly released by the young man, but now the terrible man was lying on the ground and sleeping? Unbelievable, there was a feeling of the rest of his life.

"Damn, this kid was shocked and really abnormal, so let's kill him now. The demon raised his left hand and cautiously leaned towards Haomo.

"Click. The crisp sound of chewing came from behind him, and the demon quickly turned around to check the situation, and he found that at the entrance, at some point, there was a man of twenty-five or sixteen years old, wearing a black shirt and a pair of black pants, carrying a long strip-like object wrapped in a cloth bag on his shoulder, and he also held this bag of "Lao Li pancakes" in his hand.

"It's not pleasant. The man said.

"What?"

"It's very unpleasant, obviously I finally found a shop where I can eat safely, but I was called over to do an urgent task on a temporary basis, and more importantly, the old man who made the pancakes mistakenly put the tenderloin into chips!" A wave of anger rose around the man.

The demon realizes that something is wrong and turns around to open the window.

"Want to run?" the man snorted coldly, and a number of long swords glowing with silver-blue light flew out of the cloth bag behind him and flew towards the demon ghost, who was already injured and not in his prime, and was soon caught up by the long sword and nailed his feet.

"Ahhh

"I didn't see it very clearly before, but now I can see it clearly, you are the primary target of today's encirclement and suppression mission, the founder of the demon organization 'Skeleton', the 'S'-class demon 'skeleton'. The man said word by word, his tone full of murder.

I'm going to die here, right?" thought to the skeleton.

"I'd love to end your life here, but the guy on the ground over there doesn't look good, so I have to prioritize his treatment. The man picked up Haomo, who was paralyzed on the ground unconscious, and walked out the door, "But, if you're lucky, we'll see you in the interrogation room of the Search Bureau." ”

Haomo only felt as if he was in an ocean, this person was floating on the surface of the sea, neither knowing the direction nor the time. Is this the world after death? Haomo only remembers that before he died, there was always a voice saying that you can't die or something, but he still died, but it's okay, he doesn't have to worry about the college entrance examination and future work, and he strives to see God and ask him to reincarnate himself into a good family, at least his parents are alive. Haomo thought so. In the next moment, as if his head was connected to the socket at home, as if there was a high-voltage electric shock to the brain, Haomo only felt that his head seemed to be torn apart, and many pictures flashed in front of his eyes, with his own memories of childhood, and there were also pictures that were not his own, I don't know what era it was.

"Ahh

"Eh, I'm not dead?" Haomo touched his body in surprise and joy, and said, not noticing that there was someone sitting next to him.

"Of course you can't die, it's just that you have multiple broken bones, and it seems that you are recovering well. Sitting beside the bed, he spoke without pain.

"Huh?" Haomo was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then his face began to turn blue.

"Ahh

"Hey, why is there a child with such a long reflex arc. Wusi sighed bitterly, walked to the end of the bed and shook the top half of Haomo's bed so that he could sit.

"Who am I, where am I, and who are you?"

"Don't you recognize me?" asked Wu Si with some surprise.

"Well, should I recognize you?"

"Let's say yes, we haven't seen each other in more than ten years. Wusi smiled painfully, and then he held Haomo's left hand tightly with both hands, "Reacquaint, I am your guardian, Wusi." ”