Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"First of all, the first step is to clearly see the identity and age of the deceased in the book of life and death."

"The names of some deceased persons may collide with those of others, so at this time you must learn to use the information given in the book of life and death to determine who the deceased is, and you must not make a mistake."

Lord Death stood under the shade of the cool breeze and tapped the book in Mu Lin's hand.

Mu Lin looked at it and carefully wrote down: "Wang Yongrong, male, 43 years old, died of sudden cerebral hemorrhage. Place of death: Health First Affiliated Hospital. Time of death: 09:23 minutes and 57 seconds on June 2."

"take note of it?"

"take note of it!"

Lord Death then slowly sat on a wooden chair under the shade of a tree, crossing her legs. Her high heels made her ankles slender and white.

She raised her chin and motioned for him to enter the hospital building.

"I've just shown you how to summon the soul twice, and you tried it yourself. Now, you go and confirm the identity of the deceased yourself, and then bring his soul here."

Mu Lin nodded solemnly, grabbed the book of life and death, and strode into the hospital's inpatient building.

People were coming and going at the entrance of the hospital building, but it seemed that no one could see him passing through.

When the passing ghosts saw a new arrival, they still gave way and did not dare to step forward to disturb him.

Mu Lin started to perform his first real task with a serious expression.

In the small park under the hospital, the God of Death in a black gauze skirt was leaning on a wooden chair, raising his head, squinting his eyes slightly, basking in the sun, and seemed very sleepy.

She was indeed very sleepy and had not been able to sleep for an hour for several days. Although she would not die suddenly, her body was really tired.

Lord Death leaned on the wooden chair and took a nap while waiting for Mu Lin to come back.

I squinted my eyes and was about to fall asleep when suddenly a little boy holding a balloon in his hand ran over.

"Sister, give it to you!"

His milky voice suddenly woke up the God of Death.

She sat up, looked at him, and smiled slightly: "No, thank you."

She was not invisible, but unexpectedly, she attracted a little boy.

The little boy let out a disappointed sound and took back the balloon.

"Sister, are you waiting for someone here?" He blinked at her curiously.

Lord Death smiled and nodded, "What about you? Where are your parents?"

The little boy is holding a balloon in his hand and the clothes on his body are valuable.

He looked around, then lowered his head, feeling a little disappointed.

"My parents went to see my brother. He is sick. He is very, very seriously ill."

Lord Death understands.

"Sister, do you think my brother will die?" the little boy asked cautiously.

Lord Death shook his head politely and said, "I don't know either."

"But hopefully, the doctor can cure him."

The little boy nodded seriously.

In his eyes, doctors are omnipotent.

Therefore, the doctor uncle will definitely be able to cure my brother’s disease.

The little boy thought for a while and handed the balloon to her, "Sister, this is for you."

Lord Death still refused with a smile: "Thank you, no need."

"Go find your parents quickly, don't stay outside alone."

"Okay." The little boy lowered his head unhappily.

"Sister, can you take me to find my parents? I'm scared to be alone."

He was wringing his little fingers, feeling very embarrassed.

It seemed like he was afraid of going into the hospital.