Shao Dong had been standing in this empty desert for two hours, forty-three minutes and twenty-six seconds, but he still hadn't figured out how he had come to this ghost place.

As for why he could still know the exact time here, it was all thanks to the outrageously large skeleton clock in front of him, as well as countless small clocks that looked similar in material but had various strange shapes.

Although he is a senior practicing lawyer, in this case, Shao Dong's brain, which usually runs rapidly, is now in a state of short circuit.

"What the hell is this?" Shao Dong kicked the bone clock in front of him hard, and shouted loudly.

It was the fifth time in more than two hours that he had kicked the clock, and all five of them were the same. But in the midst of this devastation, the clock, which seemed to be supported by two thigh bones supporting an entire sternum, showed no signs of damage.

Whether it is from the way it is placed or the material, this thing should have been kicked apart a long time ago, but it just firmly maintained its original appearance, and it didn't even shake it.

After shouting and kicking, Shao Dong, who had finished venting his emotions, sat on the ground again. Even as an atheist who has been persisting for twenty-five years, I see everything in front of me and understand that this is definitely not human society.

"Calm down, calm down! This thing is too messy, it's more reliable to sort it out first. ”

Shao Dong, who forcibly calmed himself down, put his hand in his pocket and took it out, and then roared again with a bitter expression: "It's so unsophisticated, there is no smoke when I use my brain, is this for me to die?"

"That。。。。。。 I'm sorry, but theoretically you're not going to die anymore because you're dead!"

Hearing this sudden voice, Shao Dong turned his head suddenly, and then rubbed his hands on the ground and quickly rubbed back.

He could be sure that there was absolutely no one in this place but himself before the voice appeared. So after hearing this sudden sound, the cold hairs all over his body exploded.

But after two seconds, all the fried cold hairs fell. In front of him, a petite and delicate figure was looking at him with a shy face, as if he had seen a little girl with a crush in his heart. It's just that the average little girl doesn't float in the air and talk to herself, and she doesn't have two cute little horns on her head.

The little girl's thin body was dressed in simple clothes, and except for a few spots that had to be covered, all the other snow-white skin was exposed to the air.

But this little girl's body is too thin, so thin that if you touch it with your eyes closed, you will never be able to distinguish the front chest and back, so although there are so many bare parts that it is outrageous, it is difficult to arouse Shao Dong's instinctive desire.

"If nothing else, you're going to tell me that you're the Grim Reaper, right?" Looking at the unknown life form of this elementary school student who was dressed like a senior woman, Shao Dong patted the sand on his body, got up from the ground and tilted his head.

"Hello, I'm Angel, the Trainee Grim Reaper, and this is the Source Horizon. The little girl floating in the air said very politely after bowing to Shao Dong.

"Angel?"

Is there anything more problematic than this? Is there anything more problematic than this? Is it possible that you still have to pass the licensing exam to be a god of death in these years?

But compared to these, what makes Shao Dong feel most collapsed is that he is a standard Oriental, even if he is dead, he should be black and white impermanence, bull head and horse face to communicate with him, right, what does this poor milk Lori Grim Reaper mean?

Of course, these things are far less incomprehensible than the fact that Angel told him that he was dead, because in Shao Dong's memory, there was no information about his death at all.

Shao Dong, a lawyer by profession, died in a car accident about three hours ago. Angel looked at Shao Dong's bewildered and demented face, took out a small notebook from his chest, which was as flat as a cutting board, and read it one by one.

"Death in a car accident?" Shao Dong held his forehead with his hand and began to try to recall what he experienced on this day.

As a well-known lawyer, Shao Dong's schedule is very tight. In the morning court session, he successfully made the arrears of money a matter of course for a boss who deliberately defaulted on the medical bills of an injured worker.

Although the worker is very pitiful, as a lawyer, of course, the interests of the client must be protected first, so it can only be said that the poor worker is really unlucky.

Although after coming out of the court, the media has endlessly condemned Shao Dong's behavior, but he has long been used to it. As a well-known lawyer, his fame is completely notoriety, and even everyone in the industry has given him the title of a villain lawyer.

The word villain is not considered to be a compliment either literally or in the basic cognition of human beings, and of course Shao Dong also knows the meaning of this title, isn't it because of his high success rate in lawsuits? Is it wrong to protect the interests of his clients as a lawyer?

After dealing with the media, Shao Dong drove to meet the parties who had made an appointment the day before. As soon as he walked into the garage, Shao Dong's phone rang, and the moment Shao Dong picked up the phone, a sharp sound of tires rubbing the ground came from in front of him.

"Neurotic, driving so fast in the garage, your brain is pumping!" Shao Dong, who secretly cursed, was about to stand inside to avoid this neuropathy, when he suddenly saw a young woman holding a child suddenly burst out of the shadow in front of him.

The young woman's face was full of horror, and she subconsciously wanted to avoid the child while holding it, but the high heels on her feet were so delayed at this time. As soon as the young woman turned around and the heel of her high heels flew out, he stumbled and fell to the ground, looked at the car rushing towards him in horror, and closed his eyes directly.

At this moment, Shao Dong didn't know what he was thinking, so he rushed over and pushed the young woman away. His last memories were the sound of the windshield shattering in front of the car and the broken heel of his shoe on the ground.

"Looks like you've remembered, right?" Angel nodded at Shao Dong's suddenly realized expression.

Compared with other people who suddenly realized that they were dead, Shao Dong's performance was very calm. Although it is difficult to accept this fact, his years of experience as a lawyer have taught him that no matter how difficult it is to accept the fact, there is no need to dwell on it if it has happened, and the only thing to do is how to deal with the next thing.

"Well, judging by your appearance and the environment here, I don't think my chances of going to heaven are high. Since you're going to hell, take me there quickly, but I'd like to know if you're in charge of things here, Lord Yama or Satan?"

Looking at Shao Dong's calm appearance, Angel slowly fell from the air, and then shook her finger and said, "Your situation is quite special, since you remember it, I will explain it to you." ”