43. Happy National Day everyone (except there is no heroine)
"By the way, your teacher agreed." After reading the hidden task, Mu Su said smoothly.
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
Each human can contribute at most one can, so there is no improvement this time.
Little Eliza kept shouting and Mu Su kept laughing.
Mu Su stopped laughing and his voice returned to a cold tone: "I'm lying to you, I don't have your teacher's phone number."
Little Eliza was still jumping around and screaming loudly.
"If you keep arguing like this, I might actually hit you."
Little Eliza stopped shouting and looked up at Mu Su. There was a fragility in her eyes that was not suitable for his age.
"If you don't believe me, you can check the phone." The sickle turned and Mu Su pointed downstairs.
Little Eliza looked at Mu Su suspiciously, then ran downstairs and threw herself on the sofa. She reached over to the phone to check quickly.
Apart from the number dialed to my father, there is no other recent record.
Little Eliza breathed a long sigh of relief and collapsed on the sofa. After more than ten seconds, she suddenly jumped off and ran upstairs to find Mu Su.
Rushing into the open door, the room was empty.
The curtains fluttered in the warm breeze from outside, making it quiet and peaceful.
Little Eliza suddenly thought of something and threw herself in front of the homework book in front of the window.
The homework book had dried out for some reason and was as smooth as new. The missing corners of a few torn pages were glued together, and only a small crack could be seen.
Little Eliza was surprised and happy in her heart. She looked away and saw Mu Su walking away down the street along the street...
He suddenly knew how to write the holiday essay.
…
Mu Su carried the sickle and whistled quietly.
He thought to himself, when did he become so kind? Could it be that he had been nourished and had these useless human emotions...
Then he gritted his teeth fiercely and gave up mercy.
This is what happens if you ignore me when I talk to you!
No one can ignore Musu... no one!
…
"Not long after Musu left, little Eliza's father rushed back. He anxiously asked what was wrong. Little Eliza just hugged her father without saying a word and said that she would never be naughty again. Her father was greatly moved and did
After a sumptuous dinner, the family of three lived happily together."
Drifting on the road, Mu Su told a heartwarming story in a deep voice, and she immediately felt much better.
He was heading to the city, and passers-by looked at him sideways, and many took out their mobile phones to take pictures. Many people have encountered ferocious ghosts, but they are rare when shopping in broad daylight - especially when they look like the Grim Reaper.
Mu Su was good-tempered and ignored them. He was now going to find the root cause of why humans are not afraid of fierce ghosts.
A group of skateboarding youths were approaching, and when they saw Mu Su a few dozen meters away, they pointed and joked.
They were a little clever and bypassed Mu Su from a long way away and walked onto the driveway.
However, he still pointed at Musu and took out his mobile phone to take photos with the flash.
Mu Susu, who has a gentle personality, suddenly accelerated and rushed towards them. After a burst of exclamation, the young people fled in all directions.
The second energy tank fluctuated slightly, increasing by 2%, which was better than nothing.
As we left the block and headed towards the urban area with many high-rise buildings, there were even more pedestrians taking pictures, and even drivers stopped, regardless of the sound of horns behind them and the constant clicking of mobile phones taking pictures.
Suddenly, a beautiful girl with a nose ring and colorful hair rushed to Mu Su. She raised her phone and pursed her lips towards Mu Su like a kiss.
Click——
Filming completed.
"You have to pay." Mu Su said in a faint tone.
The girl was startled, and suddenly looked at Mu Su with great interest: "Can you speak? Are you the God of Death? Are you from hell or from the Ghost City?"
Musu refused to answer and set the final price of the photo at US$100.
With the first person to eat crab, the onlookers enthusiastically paid money to take photos.
A young man looked frightened, lying on the ground and reaching forward. Behind him, Mu Su stepped on his back and pointed the sickle at the young man's neck.
Click - the photo is taken.
The young man shook hands, thanked him, and left happily.
A one-year-old baby was placed on Mu Su's shoulder, holding the hood of the black robe with his little hands.
Click - photo taken is completed
The baby giggled, and the father took the baby in his arms, nodded his thanks, and left.
A girl, with her hands intertwined and her head hanging slightly, huddled at Mu Su's feet. Behind her, the black-robed god of death opened his arms as if to embrace the girl.
Click - the photo is taken.
The girl wanted to kiss Mu Su, but she couldn't find a place to kiss her and left with a little regret.
An old man came to him and asked with some hope if he could live for a few more decades. Mu Su refused and took a photo with him.
Click - the photo is taken.
The old man carefully kept the photo and planned to show it to the God of Death who came to pick him up when he died.
A little boy squeezed into the crowd, handed out a pile of crumpled change, and then, without fear at all, grabbed Mu Su's bony palm and made a scissor gesture to ask a passerby to take a photo.
Click - photo taken is completed
The little boy cheered and squeezed out of the crowd, running away.
Along the way, Mu Su received a total of US$5,400 in rewards. Later, traffic jams were caused by too many onlookers. The police came to maintain public order. After looking at Mu Su up and down, they ordered him not to conduct commercial activities in the downtown area.
The two policemen were very talkative and told Mu Su in a low voice that he could go to a more remote community or outdoor venue. But it was not for nothing: they each took off their police hats and uniforms and took a group photo with Mu Su.
After taking pictures, the two policemen put on their police uniforms with joyful faces and dispersed the crowd.
Everyone was unwilling to accept it, and suddenly a woman in a suit holding a voice recorder squeezed in front of Mu Su: "Hello, we are reporters from today's news. We would like to conduct an exclusive interview with you, can you please watch it?"
"Um?"
Mu Su's head has not yet turned around from the popular scene.
The woman in the suit couldn't wait to put the recorder in front of Mu Su: "Are you a real god of death or a cosplay enthusiast from Ghost Town?"
"Uh..." At this moment, Mu Su's mind was thinking rapidly, and he spoke in a low and hoarse tone as if he were blessed with his soul: "I'm from hell."
"Wow——"
The crowd around him who had not dispersed let out a burst of exclamation.
The woman in the suit's eyes sparkled, and she was about to ask the second question when two policemen who had taken a photo of Mu Su appeared dutifully and stopped the tabloid reporter from continuing to harass Mu Su.
squeak--
Suddenly at this moment, a sharp brake sound sounded.
Everyone turned their heads, and a van with the logo of the city's TV station on the body suddenly stopped on the side of the road. The door opened with a bang, and three figures jumped out in a hurry, wearing shoelaces, microphones, cameras and other equipment.
The two policemen looked at each other and smiled bitterly to maintain order.
The female reporter easily squeezed through the dazed tabloid reporter, and the microphone was almost stuffed into Mu Su's hood.
The photographer quickly turned on the equipment and the interview began.
Half an hour later, the interview with Mu Su appeared on the city's afternoon news.
A god of death wandering around the world?
Reporters from various newspapers are like flies seeing shit, so they rush to work and concoct news. Anyway, gossip news has no authenticity, so it is just made up.
