Chapter 11: death is coming
"Ghost Town Management Office" currently has only two incumbents.
The guide Su Qingxing, whose race is unknown, is responsible for going to the underworld for trials, examining the dead souls that have just died, bringing some back to the ghost town and sending some to hell.
The builder Cinnabar, whose race is unknown, is responsible for creating maps and scripts for the construction of the underworld trial. Because his hobbies are watching horror movies and horror novels, the trial world he constructed is also called "Endless" horror world".
Except for the two incumbents whose races are unknown, the other affairs of the ghost town are basically left to the dead souls who are residents.
But since it is the "Ghost Town Management Office", it is naturally a registered department, and it is normal to encounter some surprise inspections or material audits on weekdays.
The abnormality may be…
Why did the legendary Death God personally come to the little ghost town to supervise it?
You must know that the ghost town where Su Qingxing and Zhu Sha are located is just one of the many ghost towns at the entrance to the underworld.
All ghost towns have their own numbers, and the number of the ghost town where Su Qingxing is located is 666. From this number, we can also estimate how many ghost towns exist at the entrance to the underworld...
A chocolate bar was in his mouth, "No one wants to come to a barren place like the entrance to the underworld. As far as I know, among the remaining guides, there is no one who works as hard as you, most of them are Fishing in troubled waters to spend a lazy day, letting the souls fend for themselves in trials."
"Maybe it's because they know that no matter how hard the guides work, there will always be souls that can't be crossed, and ghosts that can't be crossed." Su Qingxing also took it from Zhu Sha's precious snack tray. A candy, "But even if there are more guides, there is only one Su Qingxing."
"The guide and the guide are also different." The corner of Su Qingxing's mouth curled into a smile, "Maybe this is what humans say...different levels."
"Speaking of which, I really don't know your origin, Qingxing." Zhu Sha snapped his fingers in front of Su Qingxing, "I remember that the conditions for becoming a guide are very harsh, and it seems that the bloodline is very strict. There are very high requirements, the most popular ones should be Niu Tau Ma Mian and Black and White Impermanence? Which one are you, Qingxing?”
"..." Su Qingxing glanced at Zhu Sha, "Either each other, I don't know your origin either."
"I'm just a little guy." Zhu Sha laughed.
"Aren't you, Cinnabar, different from most builders?" Su Qingxing glanced at the computer on Cinnabar's desk, and the program running on it was automatically building a new world, "I remember big Some architects will only design some trial worlds such as deserts, battlefields, and jungles, and they will go to great lengths to build a world of terror, and you may be the only one."
"How boring is that kind of world!" Zhu Sha looked at Su Qingxing with wide eyes, "Even Qingxing would be bored, right?"
"So the two of us, including this ghost town...are all unique." Su Qingxing said, he directly reached out and turned the cinnabar chair and let him look at the man who was covered with books and drawings. The bed and floor, "even the messiness of this room is probably unique."
"I knew you were going to toss my precious room again! I call it order in chaos!" Zhu Sha said, but fell back under Su Qingxing's eyes, "Okay, I will supervise Clean up before investigators come..."
Listening to Zhu Sha mentioning the inspection again, Su Qingxing had another headache and couldn't help but ask, "I remember you said on the phone last time that the inspectors will be here soon."
"Yeah." Zhu Sha spread his hands, "but I suddenly got news that His Highness the Death God was in a hurry, so the inspector postponed it a little bit. Think about if such a big man is in a hurry. , maybe it is related to the safety of the underworld or even the peace of the world, where are the little people like us talking about it."
"Then I will continue to work while there is still time..." Su Qingxing's thoughts about slipping away were revealed.
"Forget it."
Su Qingxing hadn't left when he heard Zhu Sha pouring cold water there and said, "I heard that this time, His Highness the Death God has summoned the guide on a large scale. Even if the guide is working, His Highness will only postpone the meeting. ."
“…”
From Cinnabar's words, Su Qingxing read out a message—
You can hide from the first day of the first year, but you can't hide from the fifteenth.
So, a few hours after Su Qingxing returned to the ghost town, the legendary inspection team led by the boss arrived on time.
Unable to bear the power of that Highness, he was immediately wiped out.
This is also the first time that Su Qingxing has seen the driving of the God of Death with his own eyes.
It was a little different from the imagined picture. What appeared in front of Su Qingxing and Zhu Sha were nearly ten black retro cars, and the one in the middle was the chariot of the **** of death.
Many figures in black uniforms got off the cars, holding machines that Su Qingxing had never seen before, and began to walk around the ghost town, seemingly recording and checking something.
However, in Su Qingxing's view, such a move is completely normal. It was originally a menacing inspection. If this group of people came here just to see the guide, it would be strange.
"Cinnabar." Seeing that the extended door had been opened, Su Qingxing immediately poked at his best friend, "Lend me the glasses?"
"Ah?!" Zhu Sha's expression was blank, "But if I don't have glasses, I can't see anything!"
"Urgent!" Su Qingxing's eyes widened, "Don't you have a phobia of big bosses? It's just right that you can't see clearly!"
"But I want to see it!" Zhu Sha also widened his eyes, and Su Qingxing and Su Qingxing opened their eyes wide, and finally took out... another pair of glasses from his pocket.
Cinnabar: "There's a spare, I'll lend it to you."
Su Qingxing: “…”
Su Qingxing hurriedly put on his glasses. Although he had never seen the legendary God of Death, for some special reason, he could never be recognized by the God of Death.
If he is recognized by the **** of death... The follow-up result may be worse than the overworked coma for Su Qingxing!
Su Qingxing is now wearing a school uniform, short black hair, and even wearing glasses that are not very suitable.
The extended car door opened wide, and through the very inappropriate glasses, Su Qingxing saw a tall figure walking down from the car.
Black long coat, grey long scarf, even if he didn't look up at the face of Death, Su Qingxing could still feel the coolness.
Silver hair, black eyes, the same characteristics as the legend.
This is the first time Su Qingxing has seen the face of the legendary Death God. Although it is extremely beautiful, that face has a seriousness and majesty that is hard to look at.
It's not the kind of expressionless coldness, but it's really like a **** on the high, even if you stretch out your hand, you can feel that kind of unreachable.
When Death began to walk forward, all the black uniforms around bowed their heads respectfully, and Su Qingxing and Zhu Sha were no exception. At this time, even if you take a second look, it seems to be abrupt and obvious in the crowd.
The **** of death stood opposite Su Qingxing and Zhusha, and the surrounding air seemed to stop flowing for a few seconds.
"Look up." A cold and magnetic voice came.
When Su Qingxing raised his head subconsciously, he even felt that the voice of Death was very nice...
"The adults came here for two purposes this time." The speaker was an old man who had been following behind the **** of death. He was wearing a suit and a monocle, which even made Su Qingxing feel I seem to have seen this old man somewhere.
"One is to record the latest data of each ghost town." The old man glanced around, "The other is to learn about the work of the guides."
The next second, Su Qingxing was pushed out by Cinnabar!
What about mutual help between good friends? !
"Race." Death spoke again, still as concise and clear.
Su Qingxing noticed that the person in front of him did not directly ask his name, perhaps because His Highness the Death God didn't bother to know the name of such a small person.
But...race?
Even in the face of cinnabar, who has been with him for a long time, Su Qingxing never mentioned his true race. He can even guarantee that when Death asks this question, Cinnabar will be secretly laughing behind him, and **** up his ears to eavesdrop.
But...
"Ghost lantern." Su Qingxing lowered his head and said the answer that he had already made up, "I am a ghost lantern."
"Ghost lantern?" The old man next to Death frowned, "Isn't that the lantern kid? Can such a weak race serve as a guide to the underworld?"
"It's barely okay." Su Qingxing smiled politely, "It's the kind that just reached the passing line."
Perhaps because of wearing inappropriate glasses, Su Qingxing always felt that when he looked at the **** of death, he felt dizzy.
Death was silent for a moment, then simply said two words: "Very good."
"Number Four, record information for the guide." Death is the **** of death after all, even if he wants to, it is impossible for him to have more conversations with the person in charge of the entrance to the underworld.
So when one of them in a black uniform with a recording instrument came to the **** of death respectfully, he politely smiled at Su Qingxing and the others. Immediately afterward, the silver-haired and black-eyed Grim Reaper turned around and left, and the corners of his clothes swept across the arc in mid-air.
Su Qingxing was busy providing relevant information to the black suit, and Zhu Sha breathed a sigh of relief after the death **** turned around.
It is impossible for them to notice...the Death God who walked away step by step, the corner of his mouth evoked a very shallow arc.
"Sir, you seem to be very happy." The old man standing by the side noticed this.
"Hmm." Death admitted without hesitation.
Then I came here to meet Mrs.
"It's fine." But the **** of death seemed to be in a really good mood, "It's fine now. For the first time, I've caught up."
"Then...do you want to keep the data of that dog?" the old man asked cautiously.
"..." Death was silent for a moment, and finally said, "It's a wolf, not a dog. Keep that data, and continue to use it in the future."
The old man shook his head helplessly.
In this world, only his old bones may know how important that future "lady" is to His Highness Death.
That's a secret that can't be told, at least it's still a secret until the adults remove all the unsightly things.
And everything has to start from a long, long time ago.
The author has something to say: Death: catch up! (the villain dances)