Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Lord Death twitched his lips, walked over, looked at Mu Lin coldly, and said:

"I remember I told you that if you are so soft-hearted every time, you will be recalled from the headquarters within three days. Is it possible that you have forgotten what I said?"

"." Mu Lin still couldn't bear it: "Sir, he is actually quite pitiful. He still has elderly parents to support at home, and his wife also suffers from asthma and cannot do heavy work. I -"

"Every person who dies has a sad and sympathetic side. Do you want to forget your responsibilities because of this?"

The cold and ruthless Lord Death showed the scepter in his hand with a cold expression.

"Life and death are determined by destiny, wealth and honor are in heaven. These are not something you and I can control, nor can we change everything just because of pure compassion. You have to remember that God will not let a person live a long life just because he is pitiful. Years old, let alone let a person die immediately just because he has done evil."

"No matter how long a person's life span, there will be the most appropriate arrangement. There is no room for carelessness or personal feelings. Perform the task when it's time to perform it. Don't hide your personal feelings at every turn, causing the book of life and death to be messed up."

"." Mu Lin was so ashamed that he lowered his head.

"I know, I understand, sir."

"I'll take him away right now."

Lord Death glanced at the ghost who was still kneeling and spoke calmly.

"Your lifespan is over in this life, but as long as you do more good deeds in the next life, your lifespan will naturally increase accordingly. So, since everything is a foregone conclusion, it is better to think about how to live a good life in the next life."

"Let's go, now it's time for you to reincarnate."

No matter how reluctant you are, you have to leave.

The cold and ruthless Lord Death turned around.

Mu Lin hurriedly followed.

And the ghost, a middle-aged man in his forties, cried like a child.

"Sir, I'm sorry. It's my fault for wasting time."

Mu Lin followed her and apologized apologetically.

Yun Si didn't look back and said calmly: "Don't do this again. Just work when you have to work."

"Okay, sir, I promise I won't be soft-hearted next time!"

Immediately, another line appeared on the book of life and death, and another person was about to die.

Yun Si glanced at the ghost behind her who was forced to follow.

"Do you have a soul bag?"

Mu Lin was stunned and shook his head subconsciously.

Then, a pure black small bag was thrown into his arms.

Lord Death clicked on the words that kept appearing on the book of life and death and said:

"During the peak period of death, one person may die every minute. In this case, if it is too late to send the undead to a nearby storage point, you can put the undead in a bag first and then deal with other tasks first . Wait until the end, and then send the previously placed undead to the storage point together, so that the efficiency will be higher, understand?"

Mu Lin nodded blankly: "I know."

Lord Death glanced at the two pages that appeared.

"There was a rear-end collision on the elevated highway in the west of the city. A bus fell into the sea. A total of fifteen people were killed. The steps are the same as before, do you understand?"

Mu Lin nodded again.

"Okay, let's go."

I have to say that the helpers sent by the Death God Headquarters are indeed smart and can understand everything at once.

Yun Si stood on the side of the road, holding an umbrella and watching with satisfaction as Mu Lin was busy, putting the fresh ghosts into the bag in an orderly manner.