Luo He was in the spiritual world and could hardly feel the passage of time.

He actually wanted to know whether the flow of time in the spiritual world and the outside world was the same.

In other words, I want to know how much time has passed since I disappeared.

This question can be answered by asking the white-haired woman wearing a night-like robe in front of you.

But in order not to offend the God of Death... the top priority was to serve her a stunning dish.

Luo He carefully cooked a meal of "Squid Ink Seafood Rice" based on the ingredients available on the ship and in the Qilin Jade Pendant.

This paella is a maritime flavor dish as famous as Spanish paella. Its characteristic is that fresh squid ink is added to the rice, which makes the paella rich, shiny and black, and full of flavor.

Judging from the color, the squid ink paella is a bowl of dark and distant "dark cuisine".

But its unique flavor and striking contrast in color have made this paella a famous dish in Spain.

Just as Luo He expected, the God of Death hesitated when he saw the seafood rice served.

But she still slowly raised her spoon, scooped up the cuttlefish rice with a little lemon juice, and put it into her mouth.

Suddenly, a refreshing sea breeze blew from the Styx River.

Luo He saw that her pupils were slightly dilated, and her melancholy, pale, bloodless cheeks and lips were stained with a little ink, which she covered her mouth with a napkin and wiped away gracefully.

"I will not hold you accountable for the laws you violated."

The God of Death said calmly: "But next time, I won't give you a warning."

The spiritual world must also have its strict laws.

And what I just did violated certain rules unintentionally.

Although Luo He took Death's knife and received certain favors, he did not dare to be too casual when facing Death.

Having said that, it's not a good place to stay for a long time.

It is most important to quickly bring the news about Director Li, as well as the family letter and psychic core he entrusted to him, and report back to Donghuang.

"I understand." Luo He nodded and said, "Senior, please send me back to where I came from."

"Senior?" The white-haired god of death looked at Luo He with a questioning look.

"This is our Donghuang, a title that shows respect for the strong and experienced. Simply put, it is an honorific." Luo He explained.

The God of Death expressed his understanding and lowered his head to scoop out a spoonful of squid ink paella. His lips looked like they were painted with black lip gloss. For some reason, there was even a little ink on his chin, which gave him an inexplicable cute feeling.

"By the way, senior, is the flow of time here the same as the outside world?" Luo He asked.

"Not much different."

"I see..." Luo He nodded slowly.

From the time I came in to the time I left, less than twenty-four hours passed.

But it took nearly a day, and it was enough for the outside world to turn upside down.

Luo He was in a tangled mood... He didn't know what the current situation of the General Administration was like.

If I suddenly go back now, will everyone think I've seen a ghost?

While Luo He was pondering.

The God of Death concentrated on destroying the dishes and did not mention anything about sending Luo He back to his original place.

There was relatively no words between the two, and they fell into an embarrassing silence.

She remained silent like this, which made Luo He's heart gradually become anxious.

Isn't it because the God of Death won't let me go back because I met Director Li?

Feelings of anxiety and uneasiness gradually rose.

Luo He: "...Senior?"

Death: "Wait until I finish eating."

Luo He: "Oh, it's okay."

The entire bowl of squid ink paella was completely wiped out.

Death wiped her mouth with a napkin, put on her silk gloves edged with black thorns, and stood up gracefully.

Luo He heard the sound of boots hitting the ground and looked at her, only to see the God of Death put on the black cloak again, and the shadow completely hid her pale and beautiful face.

From under the shadows, a hoarse reverberation of two voices, indistinguishable from male to female, came:

"As agreed, I will send you away from here, lost traveler."

"But you need to remember-"

"Tell no one that you have seen me, or the winds from the Styx will reach here and take you back to this ship of the dead."

The God of Death's voice was low and terrifying, reminding Luo He not to reveal what happened today.

He is probably involved in some legendary existence, and news related to him cannot easily spread in the mortal world.

Luo He had a foresight and vowed to keep his mouth shut and forget everything he saw on the boat today.

Shrouded in black robes, the figure exuding despair and terror nodded slightly, then stretched out a hand towards Luo He.

That gesture was like Her Majesty the Queen's right hand handing over to the minister to kiss the hand, carrying the supreme nobility, dignity and majesty.

Luo He learned wisely this time.

He immediately picked up Xiu Gou beside him, took off his bamboo hat, and handed the confused Xiu Gou to the palm of death!

The God of Death nodded again with great satisfaction, reached out and gently touched the dog's head.

build:"……"

If you are not moved, you will not dare to move at all!

Luo He sighed in his heart.

No wonder the God of Death wants to raise a hellhound... In this underworld, only hellhounds can barely be considered furry!

The next moment.

The God of Death retracted his palm and waved it casually toward the dark night sky over the sea.

In the vast Sea of ​​the Dead, under the silent curtain of darkness, a narrow black crack suddenly opened, in which surged the power of space.

The God of Death gently placed his palm on Luo He's shoulder.

In an instant, a breath of death and cold rushed into Luo He's body. His eyes went dark, and for a moment he thought he had died on the spot.

Unexpectedly, the breath of death poured into the knife given by the God of Death, and the discomfort dissipated.

"Um?"

In Luo He's voice of surprise, he felt his body being picked up and then thrown into the space crack in mid-air by the God of Death!

Heroine, great arm strength!

Luo He uttered some rubbish, and in a hurry, he took Xiu Gou back to the pet space, and following the good habit of being polite, he said loudly:

"Senior, goodbye!"

As soon as the words came out.

Luo He wished he could slap himself on the spot.

How could these words come out of your mouth?!

Seeing death again...that would be unlucky!

Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure in black robe standing on the deck without any expression.

Luo He secretly breathed a sigh of relief... I believe the God of Death would not take such words seriously, haha!

The crack swallowed Luo He inside and closed immediately.

The sea of ​​darkness fell silent again.

Amidst the faint sea breeze and the despairing fog, the shadow that shrouded the face of the God of Death dispersed.

She looked up at the starless night sky, and there was a fleeting touch on her pale and bloodless cheeks.

"goodbye."

The soft and inaudible sound dissipates among the surging waves and the spread of water circles.

The ship of the dead carried the black-robed figure standing alone, and was once again lost in the boundless fog.

…

Donghuang, the imperial capital.

Twenty-four hours have passed since Luo He disappeared.

This unfortunate news spread throughout the bureaus, and its impact was no less than a major earthquake.

As a senior member who has performed well in many situations such as the Snow Mountain Incident and the Dragon Palace Incident, Luo He also has close ties with many patron saints.
To be continued...