[Please move to "Malignant Roots" for the new work, which is expected to be released in August.
First of all, I would like to apologize to everyone, the book Death has been suspended [temporarily]. I originally chose this subject because my grandfather passed away from illness, which gave me some insights into death and love. However, there were too many things I wanted to convey in this book, which led me to have too high expectations for the book. If it was not satisfactory, my mentality would easily collapse.
Since I only opened this book, I was forced to write it and I was not satisfied. If I was not satisfied, my mentality collapsed, and my mentality collapsed and I couldn't write anymore, so I entered a vicious circle.
So after repeated considerations, stopping writing and starting another book is my best choice at the moment. Of course, I will not give up on "Death". I will revise the outline and details and write 100% of what I want to express, and then I will bring it to meet you again. This is also the respect I deserve for creation.
Thanks!
Yin Bai died and lost all the memories of his life.
His soul has no value, but fortunately his merits are considerable and he only needs to work for a hundred years to be reincarnated.
The good news is that he joined a death company.
The bad news is that his monthly performance is at the bottom and he is facing layoffs.
Not having a job means losing his soul, so Yin Bai decided to take his first order, Jiang Mu's life.
Human life is fragile, and just a little accident is enough——
Not enough at all.
Yin Bai held the flowerpot he was about to smash over with both hands, and looked at the man silently.
After a while, he put down the flower pot and said with a dry smile: "Haha, have you eaten? The weather is really nice today."
The sky was now covered with dark clouds.
Jiang Mu played with the hell ID card in his hand and glanced at the other person, "You mean... You are a god of death?"
Yin Bai nodded obediently, "Yes."
The man's voice was gentle, but the handle of the knife was pressed against the opponent's waist.
Staring at Yin Bai's tearless expression, Jiang Mu chuckled and said, "You can die if you want. It will fulfill my wish."
Yin Bai: "... Ah?"
I am the God of Death, not the wish-maker!
——
Jiang Mu left the Jiang family when he was 13 years old, vaguely understanding that disobedient dogs would be kicked out.
For a child born without blessings, the alleys and trash cans at the end of the street are where he depends for survival.
It's a pity that cigarette butts can't fill his stomach, and Jiang Mu's life is also withering.
Someone appeared and said to him: Live on. If someone asks you how to be happy in the future, tell them that you want love.
Jiang Mu laughed, his eyes full of evil. He nodded and said yes, but he was thinking in his heart that if that person really showed up, he would kill him immediately.
He knows that love requires benefits and costs, and love and hate are intertwined.
But as the long years passed, he couldn't understand hatred or love, so he had no choice but to threaten a god of death harshly.
"I want love, give it to me."
Crazy and repressive Gong (Jiang Mu) with zero empathy x Little Sun Tough Shou (Yin Bai) who has no emotions
Intention: Death is not the end, because love is eternal
