The God of Death calmly took away the crying little ghost.

Behind him, in the long and cold emergency room, was the shrill cry of a mother who had completely collapsed, on a day that should have been a joyful celebration of Children's Day with the whole family.

The separation of life and death happens in such a mere moment.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...I want my mother, I want to go home..."

"I don't want to go with you, I want to go home, please let me go..."

The little ghost kept crying.

"Mom said that I will not die. Mom said that children who take medicine obediently will not die..."

"I want to go home, I want to go home..."

The Lord Death was walking leisurely in front, while the little ghost behind her seemed to be controlled by invisible shackles, so that she could only follow the Lord Death and never go back.

The God of Death did not react at all to her crying.

After all, every newly deceased ghost will be like this, either crying or begging.

Lord Death didn't have the patience to comfort every undead soul, so over time, he basically ignored them.

Take her to the designated place and then send her to Huangquan Road.

Once there, even if she wanted to cry again, as long as she drank a bowl of Meng Po soup, she would no longer have any memories.

Lord Death clapped his hands and opened the Book of Life and Death.

There is another person who will die in a car accident on Xinfu Road tonight.

Then, Lord Death turned his steps and disappeared instantly without a trace.

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After a busy day, Lord Death returned to his high-end apartment.

The apartment was deserted and spotless, as clean as if no one lived there.

Lord Death collected the book of life and death and changed out of the pure black gauze skirt.

I closed the curtains and lay on the sofa, so tired that I couldn't even open my eyes.

All the creatures on this land are under her care. So many people die every day. Listening to their cries makes me really tired.

She closed her eyes, hugged the pillow, and began to count the time.

Last month, she reported to the Death God headquarters that they wanted to add another Death God to help share her workload.

The headquarters agreed and said it would be allocated next month.

Counting the time, the new God of Death should arrive tomorrow.

In this way, she can finally rest from day to day.

Lord Death was so tired that he squinted for a while.

Soon, the Book of Life and Death automatically appeared again.

A new line of words appears above.

This means that someone is going to die again, and she still has to work around the clock.

Lord Death reluctantly opened his eyes, glanced at them, sighed tiredly, and closed the Book of Life and Death.

After finally resting for a while, it was time to start working again.

The figure of the God of Death disappeared instantly, and the lights in the apartment went out.

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the next day.

As expected, the Death God's headquarters dispatched a newly appointed Death God messenger specifically to help the Lord Death and take charge of the reincarnation of the dead.

After leading away the undead in a murder case, the God of Death returned to his apartment when the doorbell rang politely.

The door opened, and a young man with red lips and white teeth, wearing black work clothes and carrying a briefcase, stood at the door.

Seeing Lord Death in a black gauze skirt, he smiled brightly, took off his hat, and saluted the Lord.

"Good morning, sir. I am Mu Lin, the messenger sent by Death Headquarters. My job number is 4356. I am responsible for assisting you in your next work. Please give me your guidance in future work."
Chapter completed!