I'm afraid I won't survive [Quick Transmigration]

Yossi the God of Death is very depressed recently, he drank some wine, and now he suspects that the brandy that his friend Harry gave him may be a peerless fake wine, or the kind mixed with ecstasy, because he fell asleep for a whole day after only one sip , When I woke up, I tragically found that my mission was not completed, a damned mortal did not die.

It stands to reason that this is unlikely.

The other party is just an ordinary mortal, and he is not a demon who needs to be subdued by force. When his fate is up, any flowerpot can smash him to death.

That day, Yossi drank some wine, but he had already laid out the situation in advance, as long as that mortal went to that coffee shop to buy a cup of American espresso as usual, and crossed the road while drinking coffee as usual, passing by that road. When I was in the moat, I was frightened by a mad dog who lost my mind, so I fell into the river accidentally, drowned, and the harvest was completed.

Every minute and every second has been carefully calculated, just waiting for him to come to revive his soul the next day, but things went against expectations, the bottle of fake wine made everything go off track.

That mortal swam around in the river and came up again...

Yoshi has never encountered such a thing since the day he got the death license.For this reason, he specially re-read the life of this person, afraid that he was negligent, but those two pages of thin paper flipped through, but there was no record of the fact that this person could swim. ...a headache.

However, there is an old oriental proverb that goes well, it is not too late to mend a dead sheep.

In the next few days, Youxi rectified her spirits and planned to harvest simply and rudely without pursuing aesthetics.

but……

When he was arranging to eat western food, the gentleman next door had a dispute with his female companion. The lady who was really not well-mannered angrily grabbed the knife on the table and shot at the husband, because this lady was once an international dartboard. The runner-up of the league, her husband dodged vigilantly, but the knife went straight into the head of the person who was eating quietly next door, killing him with one blow.

It was foolproof at first, but the mortal bent over to tie a shoelace at a critical moment, and the table knife flew over his head safely at low altitude, poking a hole in the French window and shattering glass shards all over the floor.

Of course, Yoshi attributed this to the unexpected burst of good luck of this mortal, and he couldn't always be so lucky.

For the second time, he set the person to be electrocuted to death after the hair dryer short-circuited while drying his hair with a hair dryer.

But the fault of the hair dryer has been fixed, but this person is uncharacteristically, washed his hair and wiped it twice, then went to bed directly, and bought a new hair dryer the next day.

Yossi said that not only does he have a headache now, but he also has an egg pain.

For the third time, he couldn't help but go into battle himself, intending to push the mortal who was standing on the top of the building blowing.

Unexpectedly...

Being... being... being dodged...

Xu Si was busy, went up to the top floor to have a shower, and felt a gust of wind blowing behind his head. He shivered, turned sideways, and threw the empty bottle of mineral water into the trash can with a bang.

He has been in this world for nearly a week. When he climbed ashore for the first time from the river, looking at the skin color, hair color and language spoken by the people around him, he can basically conclude that this is a western country. The owner is Mikay, an orthopedic surgeon.

After a week of adaptation, on the basis of the original owner's memory and skills, he was able to saw someone else's thigh bone in the operating room without expression while wearing a white coat. Flesh and bones flew together, which was amazing.

He adapted well to Mikay's identity, but never met that person.

What will you be this time?Xu Si twirled his thumb and index finger, this is the action he misses nicotine, Mikay doesn't smoke, but Xu Si retains the habit of the previous life, and he will do it subconsciously when thinking.

Yossie jumped forward and missed the person, before he had time to brake and threw himself out, he was floating in the air, lost in thought.

Could it be that this mortal...could...see me?

How could it be such a coincidence several times?

So he widened his eyes and sneaked closer. Once he had such a guess in his mind, Yossi had to start paying attention to his image. He pulled the white lace collar to confirm that his long golden hair was tied behind his head meticulously, The tight black riding boots rattled lightly.

"Mortal, can you see me?" He stopped in front of Mikay and raised his chin proudly.

As a gust of wind blew, Xu Si leaned against the railing and raised her head. The blue sky here was particularly blue, which reminded Xu Si of that cup of pure blue melancholy Monday.

Yossi blinked his golden pupils which were the same tone as his hair.

Micky Holler, what a handsome man.Yoshi suddenly had such an idea.

He looks almost in line with everyone's aesthetics, with deep eye sockets, a straight nose bridge, brown hair that is just right and not too eye-catching, and blue eyes that are greenish in the sun are like a treasure of art. The only thing that is lacking is that The slightly sharp thin lips were even light in color, which gave him a natural sense of alienation.

Coupled with the high-level occupation of a doctor, it is simply the first choice for all single women waiting to marry.

He moved closer, so close that the bridges of their noses almost touched.

He thought to himself, in this way, you will not deliberately see it and act as if you did not see it?

"Micka, you can see mine, can't you?"

At such a close distance, Yossi almost held his breath, he stared intently at those clear blue eyes, he saw him blink slightly, he could almost count the number of eyes on his fluttering eyelids. eyelashes.

Mikay just closed his eyes.

He is enjoying the taste of the breeze blowing on his face.

Like a girl waiting to be picked.

Looking at the faint lips, Yossie suddenly felt that it was not as sharp as it was at first glance, maybe it was very soft to the touch?

Heck.

This posture is really weird... Yossi swallowed, straightened up, and distanced herself.

S-level task difficulty, there will be no system prompts.

Xu Si took a deep breath and opened his eyes. He had nothing to do but wait patiently.

But recently, he always feels that there is a gloomy wind around him from time to time. For example, now, the feeling is quite creepy, as if someone suddenly poured a basin of ice water on his head, making his teeth and bones tremble from the cold.

He wondered if he had a cold and a low fever...

So... This man has escaped the harvest several times, just because of luck?Yossi twitched the corners of his mouth and wiped his stiff face, he had been unconsciously maintaining a smile just now.

There are gods of death, demons, mortals, and angels in this world. All existence is justified. Gods of death maintain mana and longevity by harvesting the dead souls of mortals and demon souls. Demons survive by mortal souls and desires. It doesn't matter if you hang high, after all, mortals are still at the bottom of the food chain, but so far, they have maintained a balance, after all, there are very few demons.

"Hey, Lord Yossi, why didn't you invite me to accompany you when you got drunk alone?"

In a small bar in Death's Realm, Harry found Yossi, a middle-level Death God who just hang out here for nothing, his good buddy.

This is a colleague with enchanting appearance and superb strength that cannot be underestimated.

"After drinking your fake wine, I decided to break up with you." Yoshi moved the bottle to his side, showing a gesture of refusing to be at the same table.

"Fake wine?" Harry sat down inexplicably, "You will break my heart for Yossi, that bottle of brandy is my father's treasure."

"Your father?" Yossie frowned, he almost spit out the black beer in his mouth, "My God, Harry, you mean your father who died almost 1000 years ago?"

"Yeah, I only have one father." Harry rolled his eyes.

"It turns out that what you gave me was alcohol that has been fermented for 1000 years..." Yoshi's head grew big, "Do you know that after I took a sip, I became drunk and passed out, which led to a series of troubles?"

"what's up?"

Yossie briefly narrated the weird things that happened in the past few days.

"He escaped my harvest again and again, but he couldn't see me."

Harry rubbed his chin silently for a while, "He can't see you, but maybe he can feel you, or your magic power?"

Yossie froze for a moment, "As far as I know, there is only one type of people with this ability."

"Yes, medium."

"Don't be kidding Harry, it's almost rare to meet a psychic of this level in a hundred years." Yossie was obviously skeptical.

Harry shrugged, and called the bartender to bring a bottle of stout of the same brand, "That doesn't mean there isn't any."

Yoshi didn't stop him, it was tantamount to accepting his tablemate's behavior, "If that's the case, isn't he very dangerous?"

"Sure, his living soul can make any trash in the gutter evolve into a great demon, and his dead soul can make a low-level death god advance into a high-level death god, ha, it's simply a panacea."

Harry poured a glass of wine and clinked glasses with Yossi.

"He's mine." Yoshi flicked his slightly messy long hair and drank it down. "I want his dead soul intact."

Harry looked at the birthmark made up of five-pointed star-like red moles between his eyebrows, and suddenly felt that it looked pretty after a long time.