Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

After listening to the bedtime story, Xiao Sui put down his hands with satisfaction, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Before going to bed, she also said: "Good night, Mom."

"Good night, my little one."

The mother got up and dimmed the light next to the hospital bed.

After dimming it to a suitable brightness, she held Xiao Sui's hand full of pinholes and looked at her innocent and ignorant sleeping face. Tears seemed to be about to overflow.

Afraid of waking her up, her mother quickly wiped her face and nose, holding back and not daring to make any sound.

Under the dim light in front of the hospital bed, there were already white hair hidden between her temples, withered and pulled behind her ears.

Her shoulders were shaking, her head was buried in the crook of her arms, and she made a small voice uncontrollably.

There were only mother and daughter in the cold ward.

The room was very quiet, except for the cold medicine hanging on the medicine shelf, which flowed down the tube drop by drop and into Xiao Sui's warm body, sustaining her long-dead life.

The endless stream of money seemed to be thrown into a bottomless pit, and there was no splash at all.

Only the despairing notices of critical illness issued by the doctor came one after another like a mountain, pressing down on the poor mother and making her almost collapse.

She cried silently, while Xiao Sui was still immersed in sweet dreams.

At this time, in the sound of cold medicine dripping drop by drop, in the painful and suppressed cry of the mother.

A woman is wearing a black gauze skirt, her smart eyes are as bright as noble and cold roses.

The red lips are red, and there is a black scepter in the white hand. The middle of the scepter emits black light, symbolizing death and darkness.

Her figure fell silently in the ward.

The soft light shone on her body, and then penetrated directly through her body, but not a shadow fell on the ground.

She was wearing a close-fitting gauze skirt, and there were drops of blood on the gauze skirt, falling on the skirt like bright flowers.

The book of life and death was suspended and appeared in front of her.

It opened automatically to the latest page, and then, a line of words slowly appeared on the blank page:

At 21:46 on June 1, 20XX, Chen Sui died of leukemia due to ineffective rescue at the age of eight.

The god of death flicked his slender white hand, and the book of life and death was closed.

The clock on the wall already pointed to 21:40.

There are six minutes left. Calculate the time, it’s almost over.

The God of Death held the scepter with a faint look in his eyes, turned around and passed through the door of the ward.

The slender black high heels made a steady thumping sound on the tiled floor.

Outside the corridor, the lonely ghosts immediately gave way, stepped aside, and knelt down in front of the Lord Death.

These are those who are unwilling to be reincarnated. After a period of time after death, their souls will automatically dissipate and dissipate into the world.

So the God of Death didn't care about these lonely ghosts. Instead, he sat on the chair in the corridor outside the ward and counted the time slowly.

Then, an urgent machine alarm sounded in the ward.

Chen Sui's condition worsened.

The doctor on duty immediately rushed in with several nurses, but Chen Sui's mother stood up at a loss. Before she could wipe her tears, she saw the doctor's brows furrowed and his face serious.

"Doctor, my daughter—what happened to my daughter!?"

She was at a loss and grabbed the doctor's arm.

"Madam, don't worry, let's check the situation first."

The nurse pulled her away and checked Chen Sui's vital signs.