Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Three minutes later.

Lord Death stood aside, looking at the man lying in a pool of blood, and quietly read the words in the book of life and death.

"On June 15th, at 11:59:36 pm, Xue Dahe, male, 35 years old, was tortured to death due to serious abdominal injuries. He was 35 years old."

The soul of the man lying dead in a pool of blood slowly floated out from the body.

In the pool of blood, the woman was still smiling sinisterly, her hands full of blood, and she was still picking out the internal organs of the corpse.

As if using his hands as a meat grinder, he kept rolling over the abdomen of the corpse, moving all the internal organs inside.

The soul and bones slumped on the ground with hair on end, looking at the terrifying woman in a pool of blood, her face pale and extremely frightened.

Apparently, he hadn't realized he was dead.

Lord Death didn't say much nonsense and just dragged him away.

The soul was still staring straight at the horribly abused corpse in the pool of blood, as if it hadn't come back to its senses for a long time.

Until the end, when he was sent to the underworld, he seemed to be frightened, motionless and with a stupid expression.

Seeing the Lord Death about to leave, he suddenly stopped her and asked tremblingly:

"Will that vicious woman receive retribution?"

The fragile soul was no longer as contented as before.

Now, like a pitiful person, he wants to beg and beg the person who killed him to get the retribution he deserves.

The God of Death did not look back, and said in a calm voice: "If she is the victim now and you are the perpetrator, will you still want retribution?"

Of course not.

People are like this. Only when their own interests are persecuted, will their conscience suddenly wake up and they can't wait to use all kinds of means to condemn others.

But once their identities are swapped, they will feel complacent and feel that they have taken a huge advantage.

Put it this way.

How ridiculous and ironic.

Lord Death looked indifferent and left holding the scepter.

The ghost lying slumped on the ground behind him was motionless and looked dazed.

It was as if he had listened to her words, but also as if he was immersed in his own world, feeling endless regret.

After Lord Death completed this task, he flipped through the Book of Life and Death.

There are no new words on the book yet, indicating that no one is dying yet.

Then, Lord Death looked at the time.

It was past twelve o'clock in the morning, and I didn't know if he had slept.

He took another look at the Book of Life and Death to make sure there were no new tasks.

So, Lord Death dodged directly and came to the hospital.

When I came to Ward No. 1025, I stood at the door and quietly looked inside through the small window at the door of the ward.

The lights inside had been turned off, and it was quiet and silent.

She stood at the door for a moment and then appeared.

She was wearing a gorgeous black gauze skirt that hung down to her ankles.

She raised her slender high heels slightly, as if she wanted to push the door open and enter.

But after a long pause, she still didn't open the door.

He stood at the door for a while, then turned and left.

The next day, Jiang Wenxue came early.

When she came, it was six o'clock in the morning, not yet Yun Si's working time.

The ward was quiet, but the pungent and cold smell of disinfectant was still unpleasant.

Today the doctor plans to conduct a comprehensive examination on He Yan to determine the follow-up treatment plan.

But He Yan still refused to cooperate. He hid himself under the quilt and refused to speak no matter how he asked. Otherwise, he would impatiently throw things and tell them to get out.