"If you don't want to die, don't touch it."
He repeated it again.
He was only wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans. He was tall but looked extremely thin.
Through the not-so-thick lenses, the black and white eyes stared closely at Xu Zhixi with a cold and gloomy gaze. Unlike the God of Death's contempt for ants, there seemed to be an unbreakable gray mist in his eyes, containing something akin to hatred.
Hatred?
Why is he staring at himself like this?
Xu Zhixi's eyelashes trembled, she closed the dusty notebook in her hand, and her fingers as tender as green onions rested on the cover, "How do you know that there will be problems if you touch it randomly? Or..."
She raised her eyelids and looked carefully, "Or was it because you touched this notebook last night that your death date was advanced?"
The scattered eyes around them focused on the two of them.
"What do you know?"
He pursed his lips and said no more. His eyes rested on the note that was pressed down by the white jade hand. After a long time, he sneered: "I just kindly reminded Miss Xu not to kill the cat out of curiosity. Just be alone, don't drag others down."
A frivolous voice penetrated the silence, "Lin Xian, since when did you care about us so much? I remember that you have always ignored matters that don't concern you. Why, now that a person is about to die, you can still speak kindly?"
Lin Xian turned around and glanced at the person who made the noise, and curled his lips, "I haven't seen you defend Miss Xu like this before? Why, can't you just say a few words to Miss Xu?"
Their eyes intertwined.
"Okay! What time has it been, and you still have the heart to argue here. Our top priority is to come up with a way to break the situation, otherwise, everyone will die."
Zhou Jibai reprimanded him coldly, his thick eyebrows furrowed deeply. His gaze glanced around and landed on Xu Zhixi, who was half-blocked by Lin Xian, "Xu Zhixi, don't touch that notebook again." . Otherwise, we may all have to be buried with you."
Then where do you want to find a way?
Xu Zhixi was speechless.
Give him a mental middle finger.
But on the surface, I still have to pretend to be hit by my "sweetheart", with a pale face and red eyes. The hazy mist of tears covered her eyes, also covering her eyes.
Lin Xian's strange reaction made Xu Zhixi feel something was wrong.
He was not afraid of the possibility of death tonight, but was very calm.
But he had an extremely strong reaction to Xu Zhixi's behavior of looking through his notes.
Yesterday was the same, he found the notebook alone, but when faced with such a terrible thing, he offered to keep the notebook without any grudge.
Originally she just thought he was bold and cautious.
Now it seems that he must be hiding something.
Thick ivy blocks the sky, with only a few cracks allowing a sliver of light to shine through. When night falls, even the slightest trace of light disappears.
The cold wind rustled the leaves outside.
Everyone was vigilantly observing what was going on around them.
"Is that God of Death really... coming?" A weak female voice with a crying voice sounded. Zhao Yin hugged one of Xu Zhixi's arms tightly, her whole body trembling.
"If he doesn't come, it will prove that the note is empty talk. Then there will be two disadvantages."
Su Yan replied to her, holding her chest and standing against the wall with a serious and cold expression.
Shen Su curled up his lips carelessly, "Goddess Su, don't be so pretentious, tell me what are the two drawbacks?"
Su Yan glanced at him coldly and continued:
"First, this notebook is not a mechanism to restrain him at all. He can kill us at any time. Second, he is completely toying with us and toying with us."
"So, Goddess Su, do you want him to show up and kill Lin Xian?"
Su Yan glared at him coldly, her cold voice filled with anger, "I didn't say I wanted him to kill Lin Xian!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "click" and darkness enveloped the entire hall.
Everyone held their breath and kept silent.
"Ah——" Zhao Yin's screams kept coming and going.
"Stop screaming..." Xu Zhixi patted the person who was holding her hand tightly. Her nails were deeply embedded in her soft flesh, and her arm really hurt.
"There's... there's... something floating on my feet..."
Zhao Yin shouted with a tearful voice.
With a "click" sound, the lights turned on again, and bright white light filled the room again.
"ah--"
Zhao Yin screamed again and kicked the red thing off her feet. The thing was kicked away one meter, and Xu Zhixi saw clearly that it was a white T-shirt soaked in blood.
Not far away, there was a pair of blood-stained jeans and messy black sneakers.
Zhou Jibai's brows furrowed even more, like two small mountain peaks, and he said in a deep voice, "These are Lin Xian's clothes."
These are indeed Lin Xian’s clothes.
The owner, Lin Xian, disappeared, leaving only bloody clothes.
"He...he is dead..."
Zhao Yin's eyes widened, she covered her lips, and stepped back with trembling legs.
Xu Zhixi and Shen Su looked at each other. Shen Su silently pointed to the opened notebook on the table. She paused and strode towards the notebook.
The notebook was opened to the page with their names on it.
Lin Xian was marked with the word "dead" on the back.
And there is another line that says the date of death is tomorrow.
name is--
Zhao Yin.
Her eyes moved to the frightened girl, and she slowly opened her lips and said: "There is another...the death date is tomorrow night."
Zhou Jibai strode over, picked up his notebook, and said with trembling and disbelief in his voice: "...Zhao Marn?"
"ah?"
Zhao Yin was stunned. She stood up, staggered over, grabbed the notebook in Zhou Jibai's hand, her knees gradually bent, and she knelt on the ground.
The notebook in his hand fell to the ground with a muffled sound.
"Ji Bai, what should I do? I don't want to die..."
She grabbed the hand of the young man next to her and raised her head. Her hair was messy and her eyes were full of despair and begging.
With her sobbing, the atmosphere reached a freezing point.
"I don't quite understand the mechanism by which the God of Death chooses people. If Lin Xian got into trouble while keeping his notebook, then why would he choose Zhao Marn again?"
"Yeah...yeah, I didn't do anything, why let me die..."
She seemed to remember something, and suddenly looked at Xu Zhixi, her eyes widened, "Did you do it? You've been touching your notes today, and you were the first one to look at them just now, and I'm going to die! Yes!" You didn’t do it!”
She stood up and approached Xu Zhixi step by step.
Xu Zhixi rubbed her brows, feeling very helpless, "How can I have such great ability? How can I kill whoever I want to show up in my notes?"
She said almost half-jokingly: "Then I say I still want to kill Su Yan. Will it appear?"
However, at this moment, the notebook closed with a clatter and opened again with a clatter.
In the stunned eyes of everyone, Zhao Yin's name disappeared and was replaced by the word Su Yan.
Xu Zhixi was dumbfounded.
Everyone's eyes once again focused on Xu Zhixi.
The rest of the people were shocked, but Zhao Yin's eyes were full of indignation, "Look at you exposed."
Xu Zhixi twitched her lips. Of course, she would not confidently think that she could influence this notebook.
There is only one possibility——
Death was messing with her.
