The boy sat in front of the bed, letting the glare from the window shine on his face, his cold eyes seemed to have lost focus, staring at the empty hospital bed in a daze.

"It's morning. The young man raised his head slightly, his eyes did not flicker in the slightest, and he stared at the dazzling rising sun.

Not long ago, before the sun was rising, a young girl passed away in this hospital bed. The boy still remembered the girl's face, and in the palm of his hand, the cold temperature that belonged to her did not seem to dissipate, but it seemed that a long, long time had passed.

The boy lowered his head and gently squeezed his hands, which had lost much strength, as if he wanted to leave the only trace of residual warmth behind.

Smack. Smack.

A few crystal tears fell smoothly and landed on the palm of his hand, and the tears that should have had a trace of temperature were like needles piercing the heart at this moment, stinging the young man's hands.

The boy couldn't help but shiver, and he felt a little cold.

"Han Ling, is it? ”

A nurse came outside the room with a piece of paper, and she gently slammed the door on it.

"Han Ling!?Han Yingying's death certificate needs you to sign it. The nurse's voice rang out again.

Han Yingying!?

Hearing this name, Han Ling's body couldn't help but tremble, and he almost collapsed, he struggled to support his body, turned around and walked out of the door.

"This is Han Yingying's death certificate, you are ...... here," the guard said as she looked at the document, but when she raised her head, she was startled by Han Ling's appearance. His face was whiter than that of a dead man, his eyes were blank like a walking corpse, and his slow pace no longer looked like a normal person.

Han Ling came to the nurse, stretched out his hand to take the document, and a wry smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

He waved it a few times, and it was a sign, but the handwriting was so sloppy that he didn't even recognize it.

"Where's Yingying?" Han Ling asked as he handed the document back.

The nurse took the paperwork a little frightened, she took a few steps back, pointed in the other direction of the corridor and said, "She's in the makeshift morgue and hasn't been sent away yet." ”

"Thank you. After saying that, Han Ling turned around and left, but his eyes were still dim.

Seeing Han Ling leaving, the guard also breathed a sigh of relief, and his gaze fell on the signature like a ghost drawing. This was not the first time she had signed death certificates for those bereaved family members, most of them were buried in tears after signing, but it was extremely rare to be so indifferent as Han Ling, and she could feel the coldness coming from Han Ling's body.

The nurse withdrew her gaze, clasped her papers to her chest with both hands, and walked towards her office.

Han Ling walked in the crowded hospital corridor, heading in the direction pointed by the nurse, and the more he walked, the fewer people there were, until the end, the dark red text on the wall told him that he had arrived.

Temporary morgue.

Han Ling pushed through the door, his eyes fell on the only stretcher, on which was lying a beautiful girl, the green silk was scattered on the white skin, her eyes were closed, she looked calm and serene, and there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, thinking that she should still be happy before she died.

Han Ling stretched out his hand and put it on the girl's pretty face, feeling the somewhat cold temperature. Han Ling raised the corners of her mouth slightly, as if she saw a girl standing in the wind waving to her.

"Brother Han Ling, will you come to me? Come to my world realm to find me. The girl smiled, and the green silk and the white dress moved with the wind, one black and one white, beautiful and moving.

"Silly Yingying, what is your world and my world, aren't we together?"

"No, if I go back to my world, will you come to me?" said the girl, pouting slightly.

"Okay, my brother promised Yingying, no matter where Yingying goes, my brother will definitely go, definitely. ”

"That's pretty much it...... But, brother, you must not die. The girl said incomprehensible words, but she showed an extremely innocent smile, but time suddenly froze in that moment, and the unfamiliar voice brutally shattered the picture in the next moment.

"Hey, you're fine, you can't stay here for a long time, the yin qi is very heavy, let's go." A doctor patted Han Ling on the shoulder, then pushed the only stretcher out of the room.

Han Ling's expression regained a hint, and the empty room in front of him was finally taken into his eyes, he raised his head and muttered, "Yingying, my brother will definitely go to find you." ”

Han Ling walked on the lively street, his eyes were wandering forward blankly, he didn't know where to go, Yingying's sudden death made him overwhelmed, he knew that he was going to find Yingying, but how to find it, and where was the world world that Yingying said.

Maybe I'm dead before I can find Yingying.

Han Ling's face showed a trace of bitterness, Yingying's joking words at the beginning had now become a curse. He walked and walked, I don't know how long he walked, crossing one overpass after another, one shop after another. The people around were busy, and they didn't notice Han Ling, who was like a puppet, at all.

At that moment, Han Ling felt that this world no longer belonged to him, his parents died, and his sister who grew up with him has now passed away, although Yingying is not born to her parents, but these more than ten years of dependence have already made Han Ling regard her as his only relative.

Han Ling stopped, he couldn't help but raise his head to look at the towering building in front of him, and a huge red cross was standing at the top of the building. Christ Church, how did you come here?

Han Ling paused, and pushed open the door that was not heavy.

Inside the church, sunlight shines through the glass, casting a warm glow on the church. Passages of the gospel are coming out of the mouths of devout believers, but the muttered words bring a touch of peace.

Han Ling found a place to sit down, closed his eyes and quietly listened to those disciples singing one by one. I don't know how long it took, but when everything was quiet, Han Ling slowly opened his eyes.

In front of him sat a thin old man who was holding a Bible and studying it. Han Ling knew him, he was the pastor of this Christian church. The pastor suddenly sat opposite him and Han Ling didn't feel strange, but Han Ling felt that this pastor didn't look like a devout believer, and even a little out of place. It is as if what he teaches people is not the detachment of the soul, but on the contrary, he will lead people to another world.

When the pastor saw Han Ling wake up, he gently closed the Bible and held it to his chest. "Hello, young man. The pastor spoke, his voice full of the vicissitudes of time.

"Hello, pastor, I ......"

"You're here for your sister, aren't you. The pastor said, squeezing a smile out of his shriveled face.

"How do you know the truth? ”

"Isn't this the same reason you walked in here?" The pastor still had that smile, but that very distorted smile seemed to have a hint of something else in Han Ling's eyes, and he vaguely saw that there was a shadow on the pastor's body, and that shadow was wearing a black robe.

"Young man, have you heard that those who have not been exposed to the gospel do not really die, and death is only the beginning of another story for ordinary people. ”

"They've gone to another world, right?" Han Ling seemed to understand the priest's words.

The priest nodded, his smile gradually retracted, and said, "If you want to travel to another world, death is the only way for ordinary people. But if you die, then a story is over, and your story shouldn't be over. ”

"Pastor, can I go to their world?" the priest did not speak, he slowly stood up, "I don't know the way, but if you have the heart, you may be able to say it. But I must remind you that there are seven sins for mortals: arrogance, jealousy, anger, sloth, greed, gluttony, and lust. These seven sins will be extremely terrifying in another world, and you, in this way, will have to face them sooner or later, if you are not prepared, it is better to let go of this thought. ”

"Seven sins? If you can reunite with Yingying, what are these seven sins? Han Ling muttered to himself, as if he was telling himself, not answering the priest.

The priest laughed, turned and walked behind the church, "Come with me, young man." ”

Behind the church, there is a dark walkway, the walkway has no lights, only the burning candles, the candlelight flickering, which is in stark contrast to the warmth and light in the church, it is hard to imagine that this is the interior of the church.

Han Ling walked behind the priest, and he couldn't help but feel a chill, and that chill didn't seem to belong to this worldly realm.

"It's here. The priest said, gently opening the wooden door in front of him.

This is a very quaint room, and the furnishings in the room reveal a little weird atmosphere. The walls were surrounded by shelves, and on top of them were bottles of different sizes, and there seemed to be a figure in the bottle that was constantly wriggling, but the black smoke in the bottle completely obscured the figure.

"You sit down first, and I'll go and I'll go back." With that, the priest left the house and gently closed the door. As the door was closed, tranquility was restored to the surroundings. The yin wind blowing in through the window also stopped, and at this time, Han Ling noticed that the window was actually a black curtain.

On the desk in the center of the room, an arm-thick candle was burning, and without the wind blowing, the flame was also standing upright, without a trace of shaking. In addition to the candle, on the book table, there was also a huge ancient book, and the cover was covered with thick dust, and the words engraved on it could not be seen clearly.

Han Ling walked to the front of the desk, couldn't help but stretch out his hand, stroked the ancient cover, and gently wiped the dust off the surface, the golden font engraved on the cover also slowly appeared, but the text, Han Ling couldn't recognize it.

Whew-

At this moment, the flames suddenly twitched in, and the strange appearance seemed as if time had been sped up.

Han Ling raised his head, only to find that the surroundings were changing at an extremely fast speed, cracks began to appear on the shelves, and soon they were all over the body, and the black smoke in the bottles on the shelves also quickly dispersed, leaving nothing behind, and the black curtains began to appear one after another broken holes, and after a while, the entire curtain became broken.

Soon, the candles burned out and the surroundings were plunged into darkness. At this moment, on the desk, the ancient classics began to emit a faint light, and a figure slowly appeared above the classics.

I saw that the figure was wrapped in a black robe, and its eyes were lit with ice-blue flames, and its face was like a skeleton. He held a book in his right hand, and in his left hand a long sickle resting on his shoulder, the blade of which shone with a cold glow.

Han Ling couldn't help but take a few steps back, he looked at the somewhat huge figure in front of him in amazement, and that image was not the Grim Reaper that people had circulated! But today, he actually saw it with his own eyes.

"My heir, I hope you will not disgrace your reputation. A shuddering voice wafted out of the Grim Reaper's mouth, but at this time, Han Ling could still hear the words, because the Grim Reaper had already raised his scythe and floated towards him.

The next moment, the long sickle fell, and Han Ling saw that he had left his body

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