Four Bad Songs

"You can kill as much as you want on earth, and I will go to hell." This was told to me by a god with the dawn of righteousness. Do you dare to believe it? Originally I was a Buddhist god of death, but then I became obsessed with buying bags. I fell. On the day of Chinese Valentine's Day, my death platform had a huge hit, and the system went into chaos. I followed the navigation to a place where souls are collected, and people didn't have time to die. He was sitting on the edge of the attic, holding a tinfoil iron on his head, like a poor man. Maybe he wanted to die because he was too poor and couldn't survive. I am very patient when I am not in a hurry. I will give them a chance to say goodbye to this world. Just as he was blowing the wine bottle to his mouth, I received a call from the counter girl. "Miss Fu, the bag you asked for has arrived. When will you pick it up?" I kicked the person down. "Now." After I bought the bag that day, I didn't receive his soul. I thought he was snatched away by other gods of death, but in fact he was waiting for me in the underworld, and other gods of death knelt on the ground in front of him. My boss, the King of Hell, who would not give up for five buckets of rice, was squeezing his shoulders and beating his legs. As soon as I walked in, he asked me, "Does it hurt from your kick?" [A rebellious bone, a story, every story has a twist. Come in with a smile and go out with a cry. Fairies who can't control their emotions, please watch with caution]