Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

While counting the number of people and their identities, they ticked the boxes in the book.

Soon, all the fifteen dead people were counted and their souls were collected.

The rescue team on the elevated road was still using a crane to try to lift the bus that had fallen into the sea.

Divers have dived into the water and launched a rescue operation.

However, this rescue is destined to be a tragedy.

Because, in this sudden accident, only two people survived.

The others had already been taken away by the messenger of death.

Mu Lin sent the ghost gate in the bag to a nearby storage point, and sent them to Huangquan Road through the teleportation gate.

After taking care of everything, Lord Death clapped his hands and applauded him.

"Yes, it's a good seedling."

The beautiful and ruthless God of Death gave him a rare smile of appreciation.

Mu Lin scratched his head in embarrassment and laughed, "It's all the adults who taught me well, but I was too stupid, so I almost got into trouble before."

"It doesn't matter, it's your first time, it's okay to make some mistakes, it will make you remember a little longer."

Lord Death held the umbrella, raised his hand, and squinted at the hot sky.

There is no movement in the Book of Life and Death now, so you can take a short rest.

She stood up straight and walked along the elevated road: "Let's go. I've been busy all morning. I'll treat you to a meal."

When Mu Lin heard this, he immediately became excited and followed him, "Thank you, sir!"

The meal that the God of Death treated him to ended up in a hurry.

The reason is that there is another movement in the Book of Life and Death.

Being a god of death is not a good job at all. You have to be on call and there can be no time delays.

Mu Lin hurriedly took two mouthfuls of rice and continued his practice.

In the afternoon, Yun Si was still watching from the side, and then he repeated the process over and over again.

In order to ensure that he independently completed the tasks in the book of life and death, Yun Si kept watching him in the next few days.

In the past few days, all kinds of people have died. Some died of homicide, some died of illness, or they died suddenly due to various accidents.

After being scolded by Yun Si, Mu Lin no longer had personal feelings as before.

No matter how the undead begged him to let him go, he would take him away without changing his expression.

Not much nonsense, gradually, a style similar to Yun Si's was formed.

When Mu Lin once again successfully completed the task, Lord Death nodded and motioned for him to come over.

"Now that you understand the task process, you should be able to complete the next task independently."

"In that case, we will divide the workload equally. You will do twelve hours in the morning and I will do twelve hours in the afternoon. What do you think?"

Mu Lin nodded and had no objection.

Lord Death glanced at the time: "Okay, let's call it a day. I won't look at you tomorrow morning, you can finish it yourself."

"If you have any questions, you can ask me during the handover at noon. If there are no questions, this will be the arrangement from now on."

Mu Lin: "Wait, I have another question."

"explain."

"Um, where do I live?" Mu Lin was a little speechless.

“Where do I need to stay when I’m done?”

Lord Death looked at him strangely: "Headquarters didn't assign you a house?"

Mu Lin: "Boss, my level is not high enough. Where can I get a house?"