Lin Zuzu was stunned. The God of Death, who could only appear in the black space when she was dying, was now standing right in front of her, and even looked like he was familiar with her master.
"Took advantage of a small loophole."
The God of Death smiled softly. He was wearing the black sweatshirt suit he wore when he first met Lin Zuzu. He looked very ordinary, but he was the god in charge of human death.
"You... and Master..." Lin Zuzu quickly analyzed the difference between the current situation and the past. Since he was not in a near-death state, it must be because there were S-class transgressors who transcended life and death.
But why didn’t Master come to me earlier... No...
Lin Zuzu quickly deleted this idea from his mind.
That is the "Sword Master" who holds the power of God.
Ling smiled and said nothing, walked slowly to the tea table and sat down.
Gong Yiyan played with the tea set and didn't think anything was wrong.
When Lin Zuzu saw this, he could only sit down obediently.
For a while, the room was very quiet, with only the sound of tea flowing.
The mineral water was obviously poured in, but what was poured out of the teapot was steaming hot water, suitable for making tea.
The majestic "Sword Master" uses fighting energy to boil water.
The fighting spirit of the "Sword Master" is like the surging waves of thousands of acres, or the endless mountains of thousands of miles, but the massive and resolute fighting spirit can be accurately controlled to heat a small pot of tea.
Such amazing control power distracted Lin Zuzu from the shock of seeing Ling. She tried hard to explore her master's control skills, but even with Zaiyan's help, she could only get a glimpse of the unfathomable existence in front of her.
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That was not an accurate demonstration of the moves. Lin Zuzu seemed to understand but not understand. She felt that she had received a little inspiration, but she felt that she had gained nothing. She could only remember such a scene in her mind and look forward to taking it further in the future.
"Senior...what on earth is going on?"
"Yes," Ling smiled, and there was clearly something else in his smile, "What is going on?"
His voice carried some deep emotions as he spoke slowly
The spirit is not a person of this world.
His hometown is ancient and desolate, and all it has is pure dark energy with shared consciousness.
They have no goal, they just wander around without knowing why they exist.
This went on for tens of millions of years, until a ball of pure white light fell on their world.
They have never seen anything like this, weak yet beautiful.
That should be regarded as a failure created by the ancestors of mankind, but it was this incomplete mind that created such a pure soul.
This is God's gift to them.
In order to find the world where their souls belong, they worked tirelessly, kept calculating, and kept exploring. More than tens of millions of people were lost in the turbulent flow of space, but they never thought of giving up.
Finally, after paying a huge price, they finally discovered this young and weak world.
At the time of departure, there were only a few tens of trillions of energy balls left, and they were unable to resist the will of this world, that is, God.
Therefore, after accepting His restriction, they determined the coordinates of this world and successfully established a passage between the two worlds.
Only then can they take a good look at what the world looks like.
Chaos, depression, and chaos fill this world.
The soul has nowhere to go and stays in the human world, making this beautiful world dirty and unstable.
Under His guidance, they learned that the soul is the proof of existence left behind after death.
At this moment, they found their own meaning.
During the hundreds of thousands of years of loneliness, only that pure soul came to their world, and that was God's guidance.
They decided to guide these wandering souls back to their world.
Of course, not all souls are beautiful, there are also corrupt and ugly souls. But even so, they were unwilling to hurt and were at a loss for a long time.
Later, they heard human prayers.
Thus, Death was born.
Human beings think that the God of Death should be a skeleton wearing a black cloak, so they pick up the black Death Scythe to harvest the souls of the deceased; human beings think that the messenger of seduction should be a black and white impermanence with a long tongue, so they dress up in two roles, holding one in each hand.
The mourning stick wanders around the world.
Human beings felt that the temple where the God of Death lived should be the same as the ancient castle of the European vampires, so they built a majestic but eerie fortress; human beings felt that the bad guys should go to hell after death, so they transformed into ten temples of Yama to take charge of their respective Yamas.
In the palace, there are judges and ghosts assisting you.
Yes, everything about them is said by humans themselves.
Human beings say that the entrance to hell is the River Styx, and the gatekeeper is the three-headed dog of hell. Those who commit seven deadly sins will be severely punished. Human beings say that those who commit heinous crimes must go up the mountain of swords, go down into the sea of fire, and be thrown into the pan of oil to be roasted by the fire of karma.
So, they did it.
Maybe it's their efforts, maybe it's the things they do that make humans believe what they say, there are indeed fewer evildoers. And because a large number of confused wandering souls have been evacuated, the world is developing into a better place.
No matter how big the sacrifice is, it is all worth it, they thought.
New myths and new beliefs are constantly emerging, and they are constantly listening and realizing them. As long as they are related to the soul, they will spare no effort.
After a long period of hard work and optimization, the souls of humans who died because their bodies were too weak will naturally fall into that world.
They don't like people who commit suicide, and they can't understand why those people give up the lives they try so hard to protect. So suicide is a serious crime, which is the only rule they add on their own.
Those who do good go to heaven, and those who do evil go to hell.
But who knows that heaven and hell are one family, and heaven is right next door to hell.
Pure and kind souls will be treated well, while corrupt and sinful souls will fall into hell. This is also the hope of mankind.
There are always times when spirits are full, and humans also want to return to the human world. They guide the soul to re-enter reincarnation and return here again.
Of course, there is also the Water of Forgotten River and Po Meng, otherwise how could the newly born human beings not have the memory of the previous life.
They don't care how the world after death is depicted. They just want to protect the living, because beautiful souls exist in such weak bodies. Different bodies and different souls shine with different lights.
Yes, that's why they exist.
They can be the God of Death, the King of Hell, or any god that humans think of. They know that they are not gods, but this is the wish of humans, and they will realize it.
Everything is for mankind.
Don't harm humans.
Don't get involved in the fight between humans.
they……
He is the God created by mankind.
"Thanks you……"
After hearing such a majestic story, Lin Zuzu didn't know what to say but could only say thank you.
However, this is also a kind of alien... Even so, she couldn't help but think secretly.
"Thousands of years are just a blink of an eye for us. The moment we saw the original soul is still vivid in our minds." Ling picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea.
"Is that world a demonic world? Who is the master of blood?"
"Demon world? That's a good description." Ling nodded. "Then he can be said to be the devil."
"Why do you do that?"
"The demon world is constantly moving closer to your world. Once it collides, this world will also be destroyed. You know, this is not a scene I want to see."
"So the crack in the demon world is evidence that the two worlds are getting closer?"
Ling nodded and said: "Although he is also trying hard to avoid such an ending, according to the ancient prophecies of the demon world, only contractors from other worlds can save his world."
"So, they are contracts."
Lin Zuzu lowered her head, and there were two different consciousnesses in her body listening to the conversation.
Needless to say, even the noisy Nuo calmed down.
They only have some sensory memories of their so-called hometown, such as the familiarity they felt when encountering a rift.
Demon world, what kind of world is it?
"last question……"
Lin Zuzu looked firmly into the deep eyes of the God of Death.
