"Perhaps in France a hundred years ago, Xiaosheng had buried this little hidden danger. Even if the fire of hell burns your soul, Xiaosheng will spare no effort to find you. You are my student. This is the contract between you and me, and it is also the punishment of the God of Death to Xiaosheng."
The young girl picked up by the funeral home from the slum near the medicine shop turned out to be the great-granddaughter of Queen Marie Antoinette of France, whom she personally sentenced a hundred years ago. Since then, the coffin shop has added a happy girl who makes bone-shaped cookies.
"I don't care about any sinner who doesn't deserve eternal life and a true soul. It's enough that I met the teacher. I promised him that he must become the person he wants to be, and I will definitely break away from his wings and become the best soul judge. Humans, demons, or gods, that is not the definition of love."
There is still a long white space in the revolving door under the girl's scissors. So, as the judge, how should Cosier write his own revolving door?
I still don't know that the wind blowing late at night brings a hint of sadness to London's night sky.
Philosophy: The daily life of the sixteen-year-old soul judge Keshil and the teacher of death in the coffin shop
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