[Mom's, it's really unbearable! ] Be at the end of one's forbearance! Didn't these dead ghosts count in their hearts? Didn't you force the count! I didn't accumulate virtue before I was alive, and after I died, I didn't have the face to sue me, saying that I was derelict in my duties! This forces the work to do whoever you love, and I don't do it!! Death Shaunton was scolding and tearing the book of life and death in the hands of the underworld clerk Barra.

[Don't pull me, I can't bear it!] Shwarton roared at Clerman.

[Okay, okay, don't pull you, don't pull you, the Lord will dissipate your anger, okay?] Let off steam. Clerical Bala was aggrieved and persuaded.

[Lord, you extinguish the fire first, and the time is coming for God to give you a performance award, this time, don't miss the opportunity to ascend. Bala spoke earnestly and persuasively.

Shoton gasped and asked, [This time, the god turns off the lights, what is the performance award for me?" Is it still the same as last time? Just give me a broken name? 】

[No, no, no, the small one was shown to the Lord, and this time God specially increased the code in order to encourage the Lord's enthusiasm for work. Barabi made a yes gesture as he spoke.

Shoton frowned, wanting to ask what he meant?

[Oh, you don't understand this, Lord, how about giving you a palace and a set of fluorescent armor this time? Lord, let's take a break for this. 】

[Well, this time the gods are more sensible. Shorten immediately changed his face and said in relief.

[However, this time you want to ascend to the word, the meaning of God, the position of the god still has to be promoted by you. 】

[What? Lao Tzu has soared, and he still cares about his, no matter what! Shorton looked dismissive.

[Lord, we don't care about it, one of the performance awards given to you by God is this. Barra Road.

[I said why is he so kind.] What are the requirements for candidates? Shorton Road.

[Lord, Bara has already selected 8 people for you. You see. 】

I saw Barra's fingertips flick slightly, and 8 figures seemed to appear on the LCD TV, standing side by side in front of the Grim Reaper Shoton.

[What are the advantages of these 8 unlucky eggs that can make you choose? ] Death is puzzled.

[Lord, although these 8 people have different statuses and appearances, there is one thing they are the same......]

midnight

A neon-lit city, under a bridge pier.

The homeless man Beichen had messy hair on his head and a tattered and dirty shirt on his body, and was about to find a dry place to rest.

I don't know how long it took, half-asleep and half-awake, Beichen felt that he was standing in an ethereal space.

As the mist drifted around, Beichen saw a little bit that there were seven people standing beside him at the same time.

On the left-hand side stood a middle-aged man with a wide forehead and big ears, and two goatees at the corners of his mouth.

Next to the middle-aged man was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy with fair skin and deep eyes.

Next to the boy was a tall, thin man with a piercing gaze that seemed to be able to see through everything.

On the right hand side is a short little Lori, with a pair of big watery eyes, looking very well-behaved and cute.

Next to the little Lori, there is a young man with well-defined facial features, healthy flesh, and no smiles.

Next to the young man was an old man with a poker face, black-rimmed glasses, and the corners of his mouth were pursed.

Next to the old man was a prisoner in a prison uniform, but he looked polite.

The homeless Beichen was guessing who these people were, when a voice came from not far away.

[Nice to meet you. I'm Shwarton. The voice was made by a man who was dressed in a dark robe but couldn't see his face clearly.

[Are you the Grim Reaper? The boy suddenly asked.

Shorten replied with a frown.

【Lady Death, why are you here?】 Why are we here? Little Lori asked first.

[Good question, why am I here, why are you here.] Shretto said as he gestured his fingers to his temples in two circles.

[It's because I'm going to be promoted, well, yes, the gods are also about seniority, so the position of the Grim Reaper is empty, and you are all candidates" Shorten said.

[So a few of us, could it be the next Grim Reaper? The boy asked again.

[Understand] Shorten said.

[What are you kidding, even if it's a dream, I don't want to be a grim reaper.] The middle-aged man with two goatees finally couldn't help but say.

[Oh oh oh, yes, are you more or less not interested in this position, to tell you the truth, I'm not interested either, and I even hate it to death. I'll keep you interested, though. Shoton covered his mouth and laughed.

In the next second, Shaunton, the god of death, suddenly straightened his face, his palm lightly swiped in the air, and a book of life and death appeared in his hand.

Let me see, you. Shawton pointed to the middle-aged man while flipping through the book of life and death [Li Ting, male, 45 years old, CEO of a listed group, oh... Life expectancy 45 years. 】

[This can't be, what kind of bullshit are you Death, what nonsense are you talking about?!] The middle-aged man said angrily.

[Hey, I'm talking nonsense! Shoton pointed his finger at himself.

[Let me ask you, have you been getting headaches a lot lately?] Shorten pointed his finger at Lee's head.

[It's best to look it up.] 】

Death Shoton pointed at the old man again, [Mr. Jia Lin, a university professor, who has experienced every year, should know where he has a problem, right?] Shorten chuckled at the corners of his mouth.

[Oh, and your professional killer Wang Yuan. Death Morton pointed to the young man again, "What is your situation now, don't I need to say more?" 】

[Yes, yes, yes, and our lovely little girl Bai Jiaojiao, you are in a similar situation to him. Death Shawton pointed at Wang Yuan, and then at Bai Jiaojiao.

[As for Mr. Shen Sibo, a death row inmate, your lawyer should tell you how long you can reprieve death at most, right? 】

[In the end, the two of you, the genius boy Chen Jin and the well-known detective Zhang Han, are really a little troublesome, but after you hear the benefits of being a god of death, I guess you will be tempted. Grim Reaper Shoton covered his mouth and snickered.

What about me? Why didn't Lord Death mention me? The homeless Beichen asked.

[Your heart is dead, it doesn't matter if you mention it or not. Shoton grimaced at Beichen.

[Okay, whether you agree or not, you are already candidates, yes, this is the benefit of being a god of death, you can control all the power of life and death in all things. Shorten said as he looked at the boy and the detective and smiled meaningfully.

[From now on, within a year, the two of you will work as a team and must perfectly kill each other with the proof of innocence, and so on, and the winner will become a new generation of death.] Oh, you capitalist Li Teng and death row prisoner Shen Sibo are in a group, the teenager Chen Jin and detective Zhang Han, Bai Jiaojiao and Wang Yuan, Professor Jia Lin and Beichen, in the end, who will become the real Grim Reaper in this competition? I'll see. 】

Death Shaunton spread his hands, smiled as if he was still watching a good show in the last second, and frowned the next second and said: [It's hot, it's hot, why is this ghost world so hot, Bala, I'm going back, take them all away, pull them all out......]

The homeless Beichen woke up violently, as if he was not a dream, took a deep breath, leaned against the side of the bridge pier, and thought blankly about whether everything just now was true?