There are currently only two incumbents in the "Ghost Town Management Office".
Su Qingxing, the guide, whose race is unknown, is in charge of going to the underworld for trials, to examine the souls who have just died, some of them are brought back to the ghost town, and some of them are sent to hell.
Constructor Zhu Sha, whose race is unknown, is responsible for creating maps and scripts for the trial of the underworld. Because his hobby is watching horror movies and horror novels, the trial world he built is also called "endless horror world".
Except for the two incumbents of unknown race, other affairs of the ghost town are basically handed over to the dead souls who are residents.
However, since it is the "ghost town management office", it is naturally a registered and serious department, and it is normal to encounter some surprise inspections or material review on weekdays.
Not normal maybe...
How could that legendary His Royal Highness the God of Death come to Little Ghost City to inspect it in person
You know, the ghost town where Su Qingxing and Zhu Sha are located is just one of many ghost towns at the entrance to the underworld.
All ghost towns have their own numbers, and the number of the ghost town where Su Qingxing is located is 666. From this number, we can also estimate how many ghost towns exist at the entrance to the underworld...
"I'm not talking about you. From the very beginning, I thought you were stupid, Qingxing." Zhu Sha sat cross-legged on the chair in such a disfigured way, and took out a chocolate bar from the snack plate next to her with her right hand and put it in her mouth. "No one wants to come to a barren place like the entrance of the underworld. As far as I know, among the remaining guides, there is no one who works as hard as you, Qingxing. Fend for itself in trials."
"Maybe it's because they know that no matter how hard the guides work, there will always be souls and ghosts that can't be crossed." Su Qingxing also took a candy from Zhu Sha's baby snack plate, "But even if there are No matter how many guides there are, there is only one Su Qingxing."
"The guide and the guide are also different." The corner of Su Qingxing's mouth curved into a smile, "Maybe this is what human beings say... different levels."
"Speaking of which, I really don't know what your origin is, Qingxing." Zhu Sha snapped her fingers in front of Su Qingxing, "I remember that the conditions for becoming a guide are very strict, and it seems that there are high requirements for bloodlines. The ones who welcome you should be bull head and horse face and black and white impermanence, right? Qing Xing, which one are you?"
"..." Su Qingxing glanced at Zhu Sha, "I don't know your origin either."
"I'm just a small person." Zhu Sha chuckled.
"Zhu Sha, aren't you different from most architects?" Su Qingxing glanced at the computer on Zhu Sha's desk, the program running on it is automatically building a new world, "I remember that most architects only design some deserts. You may be the only one who will take great pains to build a terrifying world in trial worlds such as battlefields, jungles, etc."
"That kind of world is so boring!" Zhu Sha looked at Su Qingxing with wide eyes, "Even Qingxing would be bored, right?"
"So the two of us, including this ghost town...are unique." Su Qingxing said, reaching out and turning the cinnabar chair so that he could look at the bed and floor covered with books and drawing paper, "Even this The degree of mess in the room is probably unique."
"I knew you were going to toss my precious room again! I call it chaos!" Zhu Sha said, but retreated under Su Qingxing's eyes, "Okay, I will clean it up before the inspectors come..."
Hearing that Zhu Sha brought up the matter of supervision again, Su Qingxing felt a headache again, and couldn't help asking: "I remember you said on the phone last time that the supervisor will come soon."
"That's right." Zhu Sha spread her hands, "But I suddenly got news that His Royal Highness the God of Death was in a hurry, so the inspection was postponed a bit. Think about it. World peace, how can we little people get in the mouth."
"Then I'll continue to work while I still have time..." Su Qingxing's desire to slip away was fully revealed.
"Forget it."
Before Su Qingxing left, he heard Zhu Sha pouring cold water on him and saying, "I heard that His Highness the God of Death summoned the guide on a large scale this time. Even if the guide is at work, that His Highness just postponed the meeting."
"..."
From Zhu Sha's words, Su Qingxing read out a message—
You can hide from the first day of junior high school, but you can't hide from the fifteenth day.
So, a few hours after Su Qingxing returned to the ghost town, the legendary inspection team led by the boss arrived on time.
The streets of the ghost town, where there was no movement, seemed even more dead at this moment. All the ghosts and ghosts retreated into the depths of the ghost town, as if they were worried that if they got too close to the legendary god of death, they might die because they could not bear the power of that highness. Directly wiped out.
This was also the first time that Su Qingxing saw Death's car with his own eyes.
The picture was a little different from the one imagined, there were nearly ten black retro cars in front of Su Qingxing and Zhu Sha, and the extended one in the middle was the chariot of the god of death.
Many figures in black uniforms came down from the cars, holding a machine that Su Qingxing had never seen before, and began to wander around the ghost town, as if they were recording and checking something.
However, such behavior seemed completely normal to Su Qingxing. It was originally a menacing supervisor. It would be strange if this group of people really came here just to see the guides.
"Cinnabar." Seeing that the extended car door had been opened, Su Qingxing immediately poked his buddy beside him, "Lend me your glasses?"
"Ah?!" Zhu Sha looked bewildered, "But without glasses, I can't see anything!"
"Urgent!" Su Qingxing opened his eyes wide, "Don't you have gangster phobia? It's just right that you can't see clearly!"
"But I want to see it!" Zhu Sha also opened her eyes wide, and Su Qingxing and the two of them stared wide-eyed, and finally took out...another pair of glasses from their pockets.
Zhu Sha: "I still have a spare pair, I'll lend it to you."
Su Qingxing: "..."
Su Qingxing put on his glasses in a hurry. Although he had never seen the legendary god of death, for some special reason, he must not be recognized by the god of death.
If the god of death recognizes his identity... the follow-up result may be worse for Su Qingxing than being overworked and comatose!
Now Su Qingxing is wearing a school uniform, short black hair, and even a pair of glasses that don't fit well. He thinks that he has adequately disguised himself.
The extended car door was wide open, and through very inappropriate glasses, Su Qingxing saw a tall figure stepping down from the car.
Wearing a long black coat and a long gray scarf, Su Qingxing could feel the stern aura even if he didn't look up at the face of Death.
Silver hair, black eyes, the same characteristics as in the legend.
This was the first time that Su Qingxing saw the face of the legendary god of death. Although it was extremely handsome, there was a sense of seriousness and majesty that was difficult to look directly at.
It's not that kind of expressionless coldness, it's just that it's really like a high god, making people feel that kind of remoteness even if they stretch out their hands.
When the god of death started to walk forward, all the black uniforms around bowed their heads respectfully, Su Qingxing and Zhu Sha were no exception. At this time, even if you take a second look, it seems that it can become abrupt and obvious in the crowd.
The god of death just stood opposite Su Qingxing and Zhu Sha, and the surrounding air seemed to stop flowing for a few seconds.
"Look up." Came a cold and magnetic voice.
When Su Qingxing raised his head subconsciously, he even felt that the voice of the god of death was very pleasant...
"Your Excellency has two purposes for coming here this time." The one who spoke was an old man who had been following Death God, wearing a suit and leather shoes, and wearing a monocle, which even made Su Qingxing feel as if he had seen this person somewhere. old man.
"One is to record the latest data of each ghost town." The old man glanced around, "The other is to learn about the working conditions of the guides."
In the next second, Su Qingxing was pushed out by Zhu Sha!
What about mutual help between good friends? !
"Race." Reaper spoke again, still concise and clear.
Su Qingxing noticed that the person in front of him did not directly ask for his name, perhaps because His Highness the God of Death didn't even bother to know the name of such a small person as himself.
But... race
Even facing Zhu Sha who had been with him for a long time, Su Qingxing never mentioned his true race. He could even guarantee that after the God of Death asked this question, Zhu Sha would be laughing behind him and pricking up his ears to listen.
but…
"Ghost lamp." Su Qingxing lowered his head and said the answer he had already made up, "I am a ghost lamp."
"Ghost lamp?" The old man who was beside Death God frowned, "Isn't that the kid with the lamp? Can such a weak race be the guide of the underworld?"
"Barely enough." Su Qingxing smiled politely, "It's the kind that just reached the passing line."
Maybe it was because of wearing inappropriate glasses, Su Qingxing always felt dizzy when he looked at the god of death.
The Grim Reaper was silent for a moment, and then said two simple words: "Very good."
"Number four, record information for the guide." After all, the god of death is the god of death, and even if he wanted to, it would be impossible for him to have more conversations with the incumbent at the entrance of the underworld in his capacity.
So when one of them, in a black uniform holding a recording instrument, came to Death respectfully, he smiled politely at Su Qingxing and the others. Immediately afterwards, the silver-haired, black-eyed Grim Reaper turned around and left, and the hem of his flicked clothes arced across the air.
Su Qingxing was busy providing relevant information to the black suit, and Zhu Sha also heaved a sigh of relief after the god of death turned around.
It's impossible for them to notice... The Grim Reaper, who was walking away step by step, had a very shallow arc on the corner of his mouth.
"My lord, you seem to be very happy." The old man standing aside noticed this.
"Yeah." Reaper admitted without hesitation.
"This journey is really not easy." The old man lowered his voice, "In order not to arouse other parties' ideas, we really walked through hundreds of ghost towns and recorded thousands of data before coming here to meet Madam .”
"It's okay." The god of death seemed to be in a really good mood, "I'm fine now. For the first time, I've had a conversation."
"Then...do you want to keep the dog's data?" the old man asked cautiously.
"..." Reaper was silent for a moment, and finally said, "It's a wolf, not a dog. Keep that data and use it in the future."
The old man shook his head helplessly.
In this world, perhaps only his old bones know how important that future "Madam" is to His Highness Death God.
That is a secret that can't be told, at least until the adults clear away all the obtrusive things, it's still a secret.
And everything has to start from a certain day long, long ago.
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