"Number forty-five."
"Arrived!"
"Number forty-six."
"Arrived!"
"Number forty-seven."
"..."
"Number forty-seven?"
"It's time..." A resentful and exhausted voice finally sounded. No. 47 Had been working the night shift for several days. He finally got off work and had to take roll call.
No. 47 Is the most ordinary underworld person. They have no names, only code names. They are responsible for guiding the dead souls to reincarnation in the next life. However, there are also souls who choose to retain their memories and not enter reincarnation, but this is not her concern.
They are neither mortals nor gods, but they can have eternal life. What seems like a gift is actually a prison, because infinite life represents infinite... Work!
I thought my life would go on like this, but that day my immediate boss, Po Meng, arranged for me a job that would allow me to reach the pinnacle of my life. Finally, under the constant temptation of Big Pie, No. 47 Gave in.
Wouldn't it be enough to just protect a mortal until death and ensure that he is free from pain and disaster? There's nothing difficult about this... But why does this person get weirder and weirder every time I look at him?
In the slightly crowded carriage, the two people got closer and closer.
The man began to talk to himself, "Actually, after I saw you that day, I pretended to be drunk on purpose. I was really happy when I saw you coming over. That night I had a good sleep that I hadn't seen in a long time. It was really a good sleep that I hadn't seen in a long time..."
"Huh? Why?"
A blush appeared on the man's face, and he fled out of the car in a hurry.
"Hey! Don't leave! Just tell me!"
Purpose: Love life, embrace freedom