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Jingling Pavilion.

A ray of sunlight came into the room through the window, and Frank, who was lying on the bed covered in bandages, slowly opened his eyes.

What you see is the old wooden ceiling.

The location where the ceilings are connected to each other, because they have not been repaired all the year round, has been lifted by the swelling of rain bubbles. If you look closely, you can still see the moth-eaten marks left on the wooden boards.

This is a loft with very simple furnishings.

Except for the bed and quilt that was pieced together with wooden boards at zero hour under him, there was only one chandelier hanging on the ceiling in the whole attic.

Although the decoration is simple, Frank is at ease because this is Jingling Pavilion.

"I... not dead?"

This was the first thought that came to Frank's mind, but the intense pain that followed made him take a cold breath, feeling that his bones and muscles had been run over by a car.

This is good news.

Because he will feel pain, it can prove that he is still alive!

Living is a good thing, but it is also a pity...

A little bit of memory emerged, and Frank's eyes flashed with darkness. After all, he still failed to avenge Gwen.

Frank sighed and got up from the bed.

Seeing only half of his left arm and the bow-tie bandaging technique, Frank couldn't help showing a dumbfounded expression.

This kind of bandaging technique full of little girl's style, at first glance, is the work of Yinmeng.

If it is according to his habit, just the wasted bandage on the big bow would be enough to wrap it up again.

Frank didn't feel sad because of the loss of an arm. After all, it was a miracle to be alive under the circumstances.

Get up and get dressed.

Frank packed up and went downstairs.

In the living room.

Yinmeng was holding a large bowl of ice cream, sitting on the sofa with bare feet, watching TV while eating, and said intently: "You don't have to move around for a while, or if the wound collapses, don't come to me again."

Frank showed a bitter face, nodded, and said, "Where is Lord? I want to ask him something."

Yinmeng raised his finger and pointed in the direction of the underground space: "Brother is in the playground, but I suggest you go there later."

"Why?" Frank wondered.

"My brother is doing'knife Zen' and doesn't like being disturbed. Don't blame me for not reminding you. It's better not to go if you don't want to be beaten." The time between Yinmeng's words is two spoons of ice cream. Staring at the cartoon on TV.

"Then I'll go down and wait for him." Frank glanced at the TV, which played cats and mice, shook his head and walked towards the underground space.

Inside the playground.

Lord sat cross-legged on a flat ground, with Zanpo Dao placed across his legs, his eyes closed as if he was meditating.

Lord opened his eyes as soon as Frank got down.

"Still not working..."

Lord sighed, helplessness flashed across his eyes.

He insisted on talking with Zanpakudao every day, but in the end, he was forcibly ‘kicked’ out of his inner world every time without exception.

Is there a Grim Reaper worse than him?

It is estimated that the entire history of the corpse soul world can't reveal a few people, the **** of death who was rejected by his own Zanpai sword, right?

But that's okay!

Who makes him greedy for others' abilities? As long as he perseveres, Zan Po Dao will follow him sooner or later!

Seeing Frank walking towards him, Lord cleared up his mood, raised his head and asked: "You came to me to ask what happened that day?"

Frank nodded, and said solemnly: "Yes, I want to ask, how is Jinhe and Xu?"

Lord sighed slightly and spoke out the words he had prepared: "It's a pity that when I arrive, I can only save you in time. As for Jin Bin...he was taken away."

Frank's expression changed a little, and he asked in confusion, "Who took Jin Mie?"

"It's a Quincy..."

Lord said regretfully: "Hasward appeared suddenly and took away Jin Bin."

Hasward...

Frank's heart sank as soon as he heard the name, his face turned pale.

During the last New York war, although he did not witness it with his own eyes, he felt the terrifying spiritual pressure at the distance of dozens of blocks, as if he was going to crush the whole person. Still fresh in my memory!

An enemy that could not even be stopped by the captain was even more impossible for Lord to stop him.

Frank said again: "Where is that imaginary?"

Lord shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity that the Xu Xu escaped through the virtual cavity when he saw me coming."

escaped......

This result made Frank a little unacceptable, and he cried out in surprise: "Are you kidding? With your strength, you can actually make it escape?"

Lord didn't lift his eyelids, and said in a cold voice, "Speaking of this, I also want to thank you. If you didn't give it an arm, it wouldn't be able to evolve into Yachukas, let alone May open the virtual cavity."

"..."

Frank was speechless, completely speechless.

What Yachukas means, he has seen from the [100 Things Death Must Know], he already has a human-level IQ, and it is normal to see Lord running away.

Incidentally.

This book is compiled by Yinmeng, and the content is about some common sense questions about the gods of death and the imaginary.

"And one more thing."

Lord took out a mobile phone from his arms, threw it to Frank, and said, "Hold this mobile phone. Don't lose it."

"What's this for?" Frank took the phone and fiddled with it a few times, asking with a look of confusion.

"This is called a messenger machine." Lord said lightly: "The various teams in the corpse soul world are used to convey orders to the gods of death and detect surrounding spirits."

Frank looked at the phone, and suddenly a hint of ominous premonition arose: "You gave me this, you wouldn't want to..."

"Yes!"

Lord nodded solemnly, and said: "The order of the Soul World has been issued. Starting today, you are the official Reaper in charge of the New York area."

Frank's mouth twitched: "New York... Am I responsible?"

Lord nodded and said, "Yes, it's like the supernatural beings, killing some invading voids in the world, these tasks are all yours."

"Wait..."

The amount of information was a bit big for a while, Frank covered his forehead and asked: "I did it all, then what are you doing?"

Lord looked as it should be: "Of course I am in charge of supervising you."

"Do you know how old New York is? Just because I am a **** of death, I can't do it to death!" Frank took a few deep breaths to avoid letting himself be mad.

"It's okay~"

Lord showed a kind smile: "The **** of death will not be exhausted~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and there is no eight-hour work schedule in the soul world."

"But... what will I do if I don't finish it?" Frank was still a little unwilling, trying to struggle again.

"will die."

"..."

Frank was in a trance, feeling as if he had joined a black-hearted company.

No holidays...

There is no eight-hour workday...

No bonus and salary....

It is open 24 hours a day throughout the year, and if you dare to ask for leave, you will die.

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