I have been sweeping the steps in the fairy world for seven hundred years.
There are three thousand steps on the ladder to heaven, and you can tell there is a crack at any level with your eyes closed. The rules say that the watchers are not allowed to look directly at the ascended ones, so I just looked at the soles of the shoes. For seven hundred years, I remember every kind of gray - the red earth of the mortal world, the wet marks of thunderstorms, and the fairy light of the heaven.
Until that day, a man fell from the sky. The immortal bones were shattered and smashed on the steps, and the white jade steps were dyed red with blood. He grabbed my broom:
"What you sweep away every day are all traces of the murder scene. Three thousand years ago, there were deaths on the ladder to heaven - every level you sweep is their grave."
I saw a silver-gray cold light on the soles of his shoes, which had never appeared in seven hundred years. But I recognize it - this kind of gray only existed three thousand years ago.
He said: "You have been scanning for seven hundred years, and the gods you pass by every day are all the dark history of the fairy world."
I said I didn't know anything. He smiled: "You have remembered it for seven hundred years, just wait for me to ask."
Later, the Immortal wanted to kill him, but I stood in front of him. The Immortal Lord sneered: "You are a mortal, why?"
I said, "It's still dark, I'll sweep the steps."
His laughter came from behind.
Only later did I realize that I was not a mortal. The gray on the soles of my shoes was exactly the same as his that day. Three thousand years ago, I was the last god to die on the ladder to heaven.
But I just want to sweep my steps. Regardless of whether he is a god or a human being, I have to clean up before dawn.
Concept: Two male protagonists·Xianxia suspense·Under the ladder to heaven, bones become steps. Slowly flirting with each other, HE.