In the morning, the sky is dark, the night is about to disappear, and the dawn of the morning light slowly wakes up the sleeping creatures.

Last night's torrential rain had turned to dew and was slowly trickling down the eaves.

This is a suburban villa with a spire-shaped sloping roof, plastered wooden frames and columnar decorations, natural building materials and vines clinging to it.

At this moment, through the imposing gate, a gray-haired and golden-eyed boy came out, and the boy's ill-fitting gray pajamas dragged to the ground, and he stretched his waist without mind, as if he had long been accustomed to everything.

Scanning everything around him faintly, the boy walked slowly to the villa's mailbox, which was a wooden mailbox with no locks, and looked a little old, but there was no trace of dust covering it. The young man reached out and took out a business card from it, rubbed his sleepy eyes, glanced at three lines, and hastily skimmed through the words on it, and the young man frowned.

Dead martial arts, are you recruiting new students......

The boy carefully put the business card into the pocket of his pajamas, the pockets are large, so the business cards do not need to be folded, perhaps this is one of the reasons why he wears this model of pajamas.

The boy trotted to the arched window of the villa, and to his surprise, he did not trip, apparently accustomed to wearing such pajamas.

With a few sighs of light at the glass, the boy raised his fingers and gestured a few times before he began to write, perhaps because the boy was used to his left hand, so it was very strange when he wrote, and he wrote in order from right to left.

"465-24-24," the boy whispered, and the order of the numbers was reversed: 42-42-564.

Soon, the glass revealed a completely different image from the previous one, dressed in a black robe with jagged edges, and a white cartoon-style skull mask, no doubt the Grim Reaper.

Before the boy could speak, the Grim Reaper stretched out two huge white palms, shook them in front of the camera, and said to the boy in a comical voice: "Long time no see~deaththegrey-kun~It's been good late~"

The young man, whom he called deaththegrey, raised his long sleeves with both hands and replied, "It's okay, it's this dress that caused me to fall and." ”

"It's good to get used to it~ Who told you to wear my pajamas~ I can't help it~" Death spread his hands and expressed helplessness to the boy.

"It's terrible. The boy lowered his hand and shook his head.

"Don't say that~~" The Grim Reaper looked the young man's pajamas up and down, grinned, and said, "You look really cute in your pajamas~"

A touch of red appeared on the young man's face, and he immediately opened the topic: "What is the purpose of letting me come to the Death Martial Arts Academy?"

"Guess~~"

"Do you guess I guess~~~"

"You guess I guess you don't guess ~~~~"

"Forget it. The boy yawned and pretended to be lazy.

"I'm going to sleep. ”

"Hey~Don't~Just kidding~ Tell you that it's not enough~"

"Say it quickly, or I'll fall asleep." ”

"Actually, there is no special meaning~" The god of death saw that the young man had no intention of listening, so he waved his hand and said, "Wait until you go to deathcity~ Let's talk to each other in person~"

When the boy heard this, he was already yawning, and he impatiently dropped an "oh" word, and waved goodbye to the god of death.

deaththegrey......

......

"It's there?deathcity!"

Grey carried his luggage and got off the plane, he himself had been to the dead city a few times, and according to common sense, he should be familiar with the map, but ......

"Turn left, turn left, turn left, turn right, turn right, and finally turn left and go to the end. The route was firmly in his mind, but Grey always went in the opposite direction.

Why? Because people say that the hand is right-handed, and Gery is left-handed, Grey will only go farther and farther.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to! I'm sorry!"

A young girl's apology could be heard in an alley ahead, and Grey didn't want to make a fuss, but when he heard a very discordant sentence, he was completely angry.

"It's unforgivable that there can be such nasty thugs in Deathcity!" Grey clenched his fists and dragged his long pajamas as he hurried forward.