Chapter 256 I need your help
Song Yan pushed open the oak door without knocking, but then paused, turned his head and looked at Fang Yanli, and said, "You stay here and take care of that idiot." She raised her chin and looked at Fu Yushen with contempt. "I'm worried that if I leave that man here alone, he might offend others and be dragged into hell, although I don't care what happens to him. It would be really annoying if my hands were tied by another trouble, understand?"
Although she said so, Fang Yanli knew that Song Yan didn't take her with him because he didn't want her to see the god of death. Technically, she was a person with a disturbed soul, and even if she hadn't caused any trouble for many years, it didn't mean that her past could be erased along with her life. She was still a murderer who killed her father. His lover - killed her father, no matter how evil he was, she committed the greatest sin, so even if she was more human than any ghost wandering the streets of the human world, the punishment was suitable for her. She would be dragged into the underworld and completely destroyed.
"I understand," she said, not wanting to see the Grim Reaper either. The last time she saw him, he had fought a bloody battle with their Master Gu, trying to take her and Song Yan away. It was their Master who had saved their souls and bound his life to theirs. Scarred and bloodied, he declared, "These are not just restless souls, they are my sisters and friends." I promised them that they would never take anyone's life or cause trouble in the human world. In fact, if they did something inhuman like killing innocent lives, they would help me capture souls and take them to the underworld. If you let them get their hands stained with blood again, I will let you drag my soul into the eighteen levels of hell and give me whatever punishment you deem appropriate, no matter how many good deeds I have done.
Even when she and Song Yan were about to lose their minds, Mr. Gu protected them with his life - he almost lost his life for them, and he didn't back down. 'Hehe, don't look at me like that... I'm still alive, it's good, I don't care what happens to me, but you two want another chance at life, don't you? Then don't kill him again. "
He came to protect them again and again until they swore allegiance to the Gu family, but now that she was with Song Yan instead of her master, she was no longer a soul guaranteed protection, even though she knew that Song Yan would protect her. She had everything, and without the spiritual bond, she would always be in danger.
But she didn't want to be entangled with the Song family until the end, so she could only try her best not to be seen by the god of death.
Song Yan nodded, then walked into the room and closed the door.
"You're still as rude as ever," said the man behind the long table. The table was polished so well that Song Yan could see her face. Several TVs behind him were playing, but they were not playing TV series, but pictures of TV series. Someone died, someone had an accident, etc. One of them was even performing a live-fire shooting scene. Song Yan saw someone running out of the blazing flames and turned to look at the man.
Although he was wearing an impeccable, neatly pressed suit, she could see how much of a soul was tied to that midnight black suit. With his long hair tied into a long ponytail, with a few strands left to cover his face, he looked like an angel, as if he could gain immortality with just a kiss from him.
But then again, if death wasn't beautiful, would people follow it?
"At least be thankful that I didn't barge into your office with a pitchfork and a burning flame." Song Yan walked to the desk, pulled out the cushioned chair and sat down. "Last time you submitted an objection to the reform of the underworld."
The man put down his pen and looked up at her. Fortunately, Song Yan had seen him many times and was mentally prepared for the beautiful explosion she was about to witness, otherwise she would have let the man suck her soul away. "Don't remind me, they also did a good thing in the underworld...Now I hear they are also considering building an amusement park. Many souls refuse to reincarnate, saying that they have more fun in the underworld. "With the world's population surging, I swear, if this continues, we will have to build another hell territory...More people die...Fewer and fewer people are willing to move on. I am afraid that if this continues, I will go crazy."
He pointed to a pile of documents on the corner of the table and said, "I submitted the application for the flyover a long time ago, but the team has been unwilling to sign it. This is completely beyond my understanding. How can I understand it? You allow a rebel leader to go to the amusement park, but you don't allow me to cross the flyover and buy an automatic motorboat? Do you know how difficult it is to row a dead person across the Yellow River? They are even more complaining now-I can't be dead, you must be mistaken... I'm still healthy... I used to exercise for ten hours... I never drank alcohol... It seems to have completely forgotten that death is not like that. Anyway, why are you here?"
"I need your help."