Even upon seeing Gu Shengyin’s arrival, he didn’t show much joy.
"Sister Death, can you see a person’s lifespan?" Qiao Zhihe asked.
Gu Shengyin’s heart skipped a beat, and she gently nodded.
Qiao Zhihe’s face showed a dazed expression: "One of my senior brothers, a very talented person, he received the admission notice from the Royal Academy of Songlin Country this year, but last night, on his way ho, he was shot..."
Gu Shengyin lowered her eyes.
She knew that boy; last night, she went to guide him.
A very cheerful and sunny boy, cried uncontrollably beside her as he looked at his own corpse.
She let him have a look at his parents, and he kept crying about his unfilialness, apologizing to Dad and Mom...
Gu Shengyin looked at the record book in her hand.
In fact, that person was not supposed to die yesterday.
Originally, he should have gone abroad to study, then returned ho to beco a moderately famous modern painter, and die at forty due to liver cancer.
But Ho Qing intervened.
Just as she said, she’d kill one person a day, without a target, until the Grim Reaper compromised.
The rit Power on her protects her, with each person she kills, the rit on her decreases by a layer.
The rit Power that was originally enough to protect her for a lifeti of wealth and prosperity is slowly dwindling, and at her current rate of squandering, it might only protect her for another three years.
But in three years, how many people will die at her hands?
Gu Shengyin has reported to the Underworld.
But in the eyes of the divinities in the Underworld, it all amounts to nothing.
Mortal life, even after this life passes, there’s another.
In their eyes, once Ho Qing’s life ends, she will naturally pay back all the sins she has accumulated.
And those who died by her hands without experiencing their rightful lives, the Heavenly Dao will naturally compensate them in the next life.
So, this is all a cycle.
In the hearts of the divinities without the seven emotions and six desires, this isn’t considered much of an issue.
But Gu Shengyin couldn’t bear it.
She ca to see Qiao Zhihe today, originally to bid him farewell.
"...Sister Death, my parents... how long can they live?" Qiao Zhihe asked cautiously after being silent for a long ti.
Gu Shengyin paused, then answered him: "A mortal’s lifespan is a heavenly secret, it cannot be casually disclosed."
Qiao Zhihe was a bit disappointed.
Gu Shengyin, recalling what she was about to do, said to Qiao Zhihe: "Don’t worry too much. Your parents are kind-hearted people and will have a fulfilling life."
Qiao Zhihe’s eyes lit up.
Gu Shengyin looked at his eyes, her expression softened.
But Qiao Zhihe couldn’t see it.
He could only hear the other person gently say, "You too, Little Crane. You will beco a very famous painter and live a life of peace and prosperity."
Gu Shengyin suddenly stood up and said to Qiao Zhihe: "I will be staying in the Underworld for a long ti, there are things to handle, and I won’t be coming back for a long while."
Qiao Zhihe felt a bit lost, but he still nodded.
He has always known that he and Sister Death belonged to two different worlds.
He watched as the magnificent and enormous black wings behind her unfurled, and her whole being disappeared into the darkness.
He didn’t know that this would be the last ti in his life that he would see her.
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