[Mom, I really can’t bear it! I can’t bear it! Don’t these damn ghosts have any idea? Don’t you have to count? I didn’t accumulate any virtue during my lifetime. After my death, how could God accuse me of neglecting my duties? You can do this job to whoever you like, I won’t do it anymore!!] Shoton, the God of Death, was cursing while trying to tear up the book of life and death in the hand of the underworld scribe Bala.
[Don’t pull on me, I can’t bear it anymore! 】Shouten, the God of Death, roared at Scribal Bala.
[Okay, okay, I won’t pull you, I won’t pull you, please calm down, okay? calm down. 】Written Bala reluctantly advised.
[My lord, calm down the fire first. It’s time for the performance award given to you by God. It’s time. This time, please don’t miss the opportunity to ascend again. 】 Bala advised earnestly.
Xiao Dun breathed heavily and asked, "God, turn off the lights this time. What is the performance award you will give me?" Is it still the same as last time? Just give me a bad name?]
[No, no, no, the little one showed it to the Lord. This time, in order to encourage the Lord to work enthusiastically, God specially added more details. 】Said Bara and made a "yeah" gesture.
Xiaoton frowned and wanted to ask what he meant?
[Oops, you don’t understand this, my lord. How about I give you a palace and a set of fluorescent armor this time? Lord, we have to calm down over this. 】
[Well, God is more sensible this time. ] Xiaoton immediately changed his face and said happily.
[However, if you want to ascend this time, according to God's will, you have to nominate candidates for the position of Death. 】
【What? I've already ascended, why don't I care about this shit? I don't care! ] Xiaoton looked disdainful.
[My lord, I don’t care whether it’s possible or not. One of the performance reward indicators given to you by God is this. 】 Bala said.
[I asked him why he was so kind. Okay, what are the requirements for candidates? 】 Xiaoton said.
[Lord, Bala has already chosen 8 people for you. You see. 】
Bala waved his fingertips lightly, and eight figures seemed to appear on an LCD TV, standing side by side in front of the God of Death, Shoten.
[What are the special qualities of these eight unlucky guys that made you choose them? 】The God of Death said puzzledly.
[Lord, although these eight people have different statuses and looks, there is one thing they are the same...]
midnight
In a neon-lit city, under a bridge pier.
Beichen, a homeless man with messy hair and tattered and dirty clothes, was looking for a dry place to rest.
I don't know how much time passed. Half asleep and half awake, Beichen felt like he was standing in an ethereal space.
As the mist drifted here and there, Beichen saw clearly that there were seven people standing beside him at the same time.
To the left stood a middle-aged man with a wide forehead, big ears, and a goatee 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 young man was a thin and tall man with piercing eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything.
On the right is a short little loli with a pair of big watery eyes, who looks very cute and cute.
Next to the little Lolita was a young man with well-defined features, a muscular body, and an unsmiling young man.
Next to the young man was an old man with a poker face, black-rimmed glasses, and tight lips.
Next to the old man is a prisoner with a stiff head and a prison uniform, but with a polite appearance.
The homeless man Beichen was guessing who these people were when a voice came from not far away.
【Nice to meet you all. I am Shoten, the God of Death. 】The speaker was a man wearing mysterious clothes but his face could not be seen clearly.
【Are you the god of death? 】The young man suddenly asked.
[Exactly] Xiaoton raised his eyebrows and replied.
[Lord Death, why are you here? Why are we here too? ] Little Loli asked first.
[Good question, why am I here, why are you here. 】Shouten, God of Death, said while making two circles with his fingers on his temples.
[It’s because I’m going to be promoted. Well, yes, gods are also ranked based on seniority, so the position of the God of Death is vacant, and you are all candidates] Xiao Dun said.
[So, some of us might be the next God of Death? 】The boy asked again.
[Understanding correctly] Xiao Dun said.
[Are you kidding me? Even if it’s a dream, I don’t want to be a god of death. 】The middle-aged man with a goatee finally couldn't help but said.
[Oh oh oh, yes, you are more or less not interested in this position. To be honest, I am not interested either, and I even hate it to death. However, I will keep you interested. 】Xiao Dun covered his mouth and laughed.
The next second, the God of Death, Xiao Dun, suddenly made a serious face, lightly drew his palm in the air, and a book of life and death appeared in his hand.
[Let me see, you. 】 Xiaoton pointed at the middle-aged man while flipping through the book of life and death [Li Shi, male, 45 years old, CEO of a listed group, oh...life expectancy is 45 years. 】
[This is impossible, what kind of bullshit god of death are you, what are you talking about? ! 】The middle-aged man said angrily.
[Hey, I’m talking nonsense! ] Xiaoton pointed at himself with his finger.
[Let me ask you, do you have frequent headaches recently? 】Xiao Dun pointed at Li Tao's head with his finger.
[It’s best to check it out. 】
Death God Xiaoton pointed at the old man again [Mr. Jia Lin, a university professor, has experienced it every year, so he should know what is wrong with him, right? ] Xiaoton pulled the corner of his mouth and chuckled.
[Oh, and your professional killer Wang Yuan. ] Xiao Dun, the God of Death, pointed at the young man again [I don’t need to say more about your current situation, right? 】
[Yes, yes, and our lovely little girl Bai Jiaojiao, you are in a similar situation to him. ] Xiao Dun, the god of death, pointed at Wang Yuan and then at Bai Jiaojiao.
[As for Mr. Shen Sibo, the death row inmate, your lawyer should tell you the maximum length of reprieve, right? 】
[Lastly, you two, the genius boy Chen Jin and the famous detective Zhang Han, are really in trouble, but after hearing about the benefits of being a god of death, I think you will be tempted. 】Shouten, God of Death, covered his mouth and snickered.
【And me? Why didn't Lord Death mention me? ] The homeless man Beichen asked.
[Your heart is dead, it doesn’t matter whether you mention it or not. 】Xiao Dun made a face at Beichen.
[Okay, no matter whether you agree or not, you are already a candidate. Yes, this is the benefit of being a god of death. You can control all life and death of all things. ] Xiaoton said while looking at the boy and the detective, and smiled meaningfully.
[From now on, within one year, the two of you will form a team and must perfectly kill each other under proof of innocence. By analogy, the winner will become the new generation of Death. Oh, you, the capitalist Li Shao and the death row prisoner Shen Sibo, the young Chen Jin and the detective Zhang Han, Bai Jiaojiao and Wang Yuan, Professor Jia Lin and Beichen, who among you will become the real god of death in this competition? Woolen cloth? I'll wait and see. 】
The God of Death, Xiao Dun, spread his hands. One second he was smiling as if he was still watching a good show. The next second he frowned and said, "It's so hot. It's so hot. Why is it so hot in this world? Bala, I want to go back and kill them." Take them all away, pull them all out...]
The homeless man Beichen woke up suddenly, as if he was dreaming but not a dream. He took a deep breath and leaned against the bridge pier, wondering blankly whether everything just now was true.
