Yuan Zhong lay in bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze. Abruptly, he remembered something and sat up. He pulled out a one-inch photo of a girl from his wallet and held it in the palm of his hand. He involuntarily pursed his lips.
The girl in the photo didn’t look that old. In fact, she seemed a bit like a high school student. Her braided hair and the absence of makeup on her face gave her a neat and refreshing appearance. This photo had obviously been around for quite a while. But though its edges were faded, it was well-preserved as a whole.
Yuan Zhong absentmindedly stared at the photo, his eyes a little wet.
“Xinxin.” He said this with a pained expression.
“Why?” Yuan Zhong clenched his teeth. Deep in his heart, he harbored a monstrous grievance.
Zhou Xinxin was his girlfriend, his first love.
The two of them grew up together. They went to the same elementary school, middle school, and high school. If it weren’t for that accident, they would have attended the same university and worked at the same place.
But her studies ceased in her second year of high school, and her life was stuck forever at the age of 18.
Twice! He was unable to save her!
Could it be that even when she died, she still hated him?
Yuan Zhong suddenly thought of something and curled up into a ball. He buried his head into a pillow and silently weeped.
If he were just a little more courageous and simply stayed by her side when she needed him, nothing would have happened!
The last time he saw her was when her body had already lost all of its temperature. Even her blood was ice-cold!
Since she had been crushed by a car, the bones in her hands were broken.
What was even more ridiculous was that to this day, he still hadn’t found the murderer who hit her. It had been so long! He didn’t know who had harmed her in their second year of high school!
Now, he was also facing the threat of death.
A layer of black mist slowly wrapped around Yuan Zhong’s head, permeating his surroundings.
In a corner he couldn’t see, a man wearing a black robe stood there and watched his every move. There wasn’t the slightest trace of warmth in his eyes. Soon, in the blink of an eye, he vanished into thin air.
The next one is you.
“All of the god of death’s actions have a purpose.” Liang Jing read the sentence on his phone aloud, his expression a bit stiff.
This book was called “Theory of the God of Death”. It was written during the founding of the People’s Republic of China. Later, superstition was suppressed and this book was naturally banned.
He discovered it in a group for people who believed in the supernatural. It could only be downloaded as an electronic version from a certain website. There wasn’t even a physical copy, let alone any research done.
And in this book, the author separated death into three types. The first type was the god of death’s form of death, the second type was natural death, and the last type was coincidental death.
Natural death meant passing away peacefully, while accidental death meant an unnatural death interwoven with chance. If it was illness, an accident, or even coincidence, there was a possibility of survival.
But the god of death’s form of death was different. This death was absolute, and it was reserved as retribution for those with grave sins. The god of death wouldn’t rest until he eliminated the ones rejected by the Way of Heaven.
Wang Xing was anxious. “Does the book really not mention a method we can use to save ourselves?”
After being rescued by the Kuman Thong that time, she had started to constantly give offerings to it. She would bring it with her wherever she went. And every day, she would provide incense and prepare good fish meat.
In the beginning, everything was okay. Not only did she stop encountering any more dangerous accidents, but her luck also began to overflow. Anything she did was very successful. But just as she was thinking that she had shaken off the threat of death, for many nights in a row, she vaguely sensed that there was a child making a racket by her side. Then, her luck turned even worse than before.
“No.” Liang Jing shook his head, clutching the position of his heart with his right hand. His expression was ugly.
In order to live, the two of them had frantically been doing charity work. They had already spent all of their money. Since they were students, they simply didn’t have enough of it in the first place.
They were living with each other now. Together, they had hidden all the dangerous things in the room. Even the corners of the tables had been covered with bumper strips. To minimize safety hazards, they ordered takeout for their meals and skipped classes for several days.
If this went on any longer, even if they didn’t die, they would be driven insane.
Liang Jing grit his teeth. Was he reborn just for the sake of dying again? In his dreams every night, he could still feel the pain and horror of weightlessly falling off a cliff!! Who would cherish their life more than someone who had already died once?
“Why haven’t you gone out recently?” Xiao Chen placed his bare feet on the floor as he slouched on top of a sofa stool. His head was tilted back, revealing his protruding Adam’s apple. Both of his eyes were open and fixed on the man sitting behind him.
The man’s life was very dull. He didn’t have any sort of entertainment. Even when Xiao Chen lay on the sofa and watched TV, he wasn’t interested in joining. He always sat on the side without an expression, intently focused on Xiao Chen’s every move.
His brow furrowed as he observed Xiao Chen. An image seemed to flash across his mind.
The scene in front of him gave him a faint sense of deja vu.
“I just want to accompany you.” The man’s eyes narrowed, carrying a hint of morbidness.
“Oh.” Xiao Chen swung his legs happily. He liked to listen to the man’s affectionate words.
“Senior! Where are you?”
The man was startled. Intense pain shot through his head.
“How is this possible? All passersby must leave traces! Why can’t I find him?!”
“Senior!! Where did you go?”
More scenes emerged in the man’s head as the hysterical roars stimulated his nerves.
The images were confusing. He couldn’t clearly discern that person’s face.
He squinted involuntarily. Then, he directed his gaze towards the back of Xiao Chen’s head. For some reason, he suddenly stood up and moved forwards.
Xiao Chen doubtfully watched as the man hugged him by the waist. He poked the other’s cheek with his index finger as he lay in a princess carry. “What’s up with you?”
“Really good, I can still hold you,” the man said absentmindedly.
Xiao Chen smiled and kissed the corner of the man’s mouth.
The man didn’t speak, but he tightened his grasp on Xiao Chen.
He was inexplicably afraid, afraid that the child would leave him. He would never allow that!
These emotions were too strong, to the point that he felt unsatisfied even with Xiao Chen in his arms. Plus, his own inner demons had long caused him to go mad. He completely couldn’t accept the thought of losing Xiao Chen. Now, he practically had no way of concealing his crazy possessiveness.
He was sick and incurable. He couldn’t save himself.
The man’s necklace rubbed against Xiao Chen’s neck, causing the latter to move in discomfort.
As a result, he could only bury his head in Xiao Chen’s neck.
He had a secret. He had never told Xiao Chen about it, and Xiao Chen would never know what it was.
An angel could kill the one they loved for the sake of the whole world! But a demon could kill the whole world for the one they loved.
You don’t need to know many people I killed for you.
T/N: ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿