The God of Death in American Comics

The little shell on the steel frame bed closed his eyes tightly, and bursts of spiritual pressure surged out of his body.

Ye Feng and Oh Maeda could see that Little Beike's expression was very painful at this time, as if he was experiencing something deep in his heart.

The fat face looked in the direction of Ye Feng. Ohmaeda, who was usually very decisive in killing, now just held the five-shaped head of his Zanpakutō in his hand and did not pull it out. Perhaps he was waiting for something.

"Mom and Dad," tiny sounds that sounded like mumbling in sleep, came from the mouth of the struggling little shell.

If Ye Feng and Oh Maeda weren't ordinary people, they probably wouldn't be able to listen.

As for Nick Fury and others, they just watched nervously with their eyes wide open.

Ye Feng tried to communicate with the white jade in his body, but after locking on the little shell, there was no prompt from the white jade, so Ye Feng gave up. Now he can only look at the little shell himself.

While Ye Feng and others were waiting anxiously.

The inner world of little shell.

This is a cozy apartment, with photos of family members quietly posted on the wall of the living room.

On the photo wall, from the apartment owner's marriage to the birth of a child, to the growth of a baby-like toddler into a sunny and handsome little boy, every photo records the happy process of this family.

Among them, the family photo taken recently was placed in the center of the photo wall.

A woman, with a smile of joy and happiness on her face, hugged a little boy who made scissor hands in her arms, while the man, the head of the family, was behind the two of them, stretching out his arms to hug his wife and children.

At this time, a pair of little fingers pointed at the photo,

"Mom, look, daddy is smiling so ugly." Little Beike shouted while standing on the beige sofa.

"Alright, little Beike, mom will have to go out later, so you have to listen to dad at home." The young mother said, with a doting smile on her delicate face, she reached out and touched her child's head.

Little Beike closed her eyes enjoying it, but after a moment she opened her eyes again and asked, "Mom, when can we go to the park to play again?"

"Then we have to wait until mother comes back." Mother smiled.

"Okay." The little boy nodded happily.

In this way, time seemed to pass quietly.

One day

Two days

One week

A month

"When will mom and dad come back? I miss mom." The little boy shook his dad, who was smoking silently, with his hand.

"Uh, it's a little shell. Didn't mom go abroad? She'll be back in a few days." The man blew out a puff of white smoke, raised his head and looked at the child in front of him with dull eyes, and struggled to change He replied with a forced smile.

The little boy reluctantly let go of his father's arm, turned his head and glanced at the photo of the three of them in the center of the wall, trying hard not to let tears fall from his eyes. His mother said that the little boy was not allowed to cry casually.

Then he turned around forcefully and ran to his room.

And in the corner where the little boy turned around and couldn't see.

In the photo of the three people on the wall, a crack began to appear.

Cracks like spider silk separate the family in the photo from top to bottom.

A month later, there was still no news from his mother, and the little boy asked his father day after day.

But my father, who used to smile to his neighbors and friends every day, only smiled when he was with Little Beike.

Time also changes day by day, and the group photo on the wall is completely split unconsciously, and the young mother's face disappears directly from the photo.

until a certain day.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" The little boy looked at the silver chain on his father's chest and asked worriedly.

"It's a little shell. Do you know how to use the laptop that dad bought for you? Do you want dad to teach you?" This time the man did not smile, and for the first time he showed a tired face.

"Dad" The little boy looked at his father in front of him with some strangeness.

"It's okay, we'll be fine, kid." Perhaps sensing the little boy's emotions, the man's lips curled up and he spoke despite the tremendous pain in his heart.

And similarly, on the wall photo that the little boy couldn't see, dark cracks appeared again, and cracks began to appear between the only two people, father and son.

The cruel gears of time are turning again.

One day

Three days

"Dad, Grandpa John asked me to go to his house to play. Dad, are you sick?" The little boy no longer dared to pounce on his father like before, and stood at the door and said carefully.

"Didn't Old John tell him to get lost?" The chain on his chest had been eaten away, and a black hole appeared in front of the little boy's eyes, and his father's tone began to become unfamiliar.

Perhaps the remaining father's love defeated the wildness from the void. The man looked at his son standing aside and said, "Maybe daddy is really sick, but daddy will cure himself."

The little boy nodded and exited his father's room.

The rift between the father and son in the photo is also gradually widening.

Time passes.

a week later.

"boom."

The door to the room was pushed open and he looked at the man running in.

The little boy stood there blankly.

"They are, they are demons," the man muttered to himself as he sat on the sofa in the hall after entering.

The man's whole temperament had undergone an astonishing change. When his father entered the door, the little boy felt that the air in the house seemed to have become gloomy.

"Dad," the little boy asked worriedly, perhaps sensing something.

The "little shell" man raised his head. The white mask of unknown substance had covered half of his face, and the emotions in his eyes were constantly changing.

"Dad, let me go to the hospital with you." The seven or eight-year-old boy mustered up the courage to say. With good education, the little boy knew that he should go to the hospital when he is sick.

"Hospital hahaha" the man laughed, but the smile that once made his family warm now seemed particularly scary.

The little boy didn't say anything, he just looked at him with fear and worry.

Maybe it was just a moment, or maybe I don't know how long it took, but the man finally stopped smiling and said, "Okay, little Beike, then you go to the hospital to buy medicine for dad."

"Yes." The little boy nodded vigorously, hugged his laptop and went out.

This notebook bought by his father has become the little boy’s favorite thing, and he must take it with him wherever he goes.

After watching his child go out, the man finally couldn't bear the pain in his chest, struggled and fell to the ground.

The little boy who had just run downstairs from the apartment looked up at the direction of his home and ran forward quickly.

On the wall of the living room, the family photo showing only the father and son was finally torn apart, and the father and son were separated from the photo.

These fragments kept flashing through Little Beike's conscious space.

Little Beike, who didn't understand why, could only watch quietly with tears streaming from his eyes.

I watched my mother go out and never come back, and I watched my father become depressed day by day and become terrible.

There seemed to be a voice in the dark void telling him to let go of his consciousness, integrate with them, and be with them, and his mother would come back and his father would get better.

The magic sound in the void lingers in the conscious world of Little Shell.

Until that man showed up.

"Do I need to call the police for you?"

"Perhaps you can tell me your name. My name is Pingdao Yefeng."