My Reaper is a bit fierce

Just when Xie Fanyu asked Zhao He for help from a god of death, Zhao He also said that he had been considering this matter before. Since Xie Fanyu told him about the Soul Eater, he had already started looking for candidates. you can arrive.

Xie Fanyu agreed, and got the person's contact information from Zhao He, poking her on SR.

The man didn't reply after a few minutes, but he didn't say much. Instead, he gave Xie Fanyu his WeChat account and asked them to talk on WeChat.

Her reply was also very concise and neat, she only said that she could be at his door early in the morning.

Charon: Can you come today?

Anubis: No.

Charon: What time is it tomorrow?

Anubis: Five o'clock.

Charon: OK.

Anubis: .

After the negotiation was over, Xie Fanyu let out a sigh of relief. If it was six o'clock, he must not be able to get up so early, but there was no way. Meng Yongzhao might go to work early tomorrow. He had to hand over work to this god of death named Lin Jinran first.

Then today is just one afternoon, so... there shouldn't be any problems.

Xie Fanyu hesitated for a moment, but there was still no other way but to temporarily release Meng Yongzhao for a long time.

After a while, Meng Yongzhao knocked on the door of Xie Fanyu's room and asked, "Are you coming back for lunch?"

Xie Fanyu frowned, did not open the door, and said directly: "No."

Meng Yongzhao did not leave, but still stood in front of the door: "Then can you give me a key?"

To be honest, Xie Fanyu completely forgot about it, and she blushed when she heard this, and found out the spare key and gave it to Meng Yongzhao.

Meng Yongzhao seemed to be able to cheer up easily. With his eyes bent and in a good mood, he said goodbye to Xie Fanyu: "I'm going to the gym. Let's buy some food by the way. See you later."

At ten o'clock, Xie Fanyu went out to work.

The deceased this time was an old man who ended his life peacefully at home, dying of old age.But the strange thing is that the old man died suddenly in the bedroom, while the hired nurse was playing with his mobile phone in the living room.

Xie Fanyu glanced at the nurse without any emotion, and went into the house to wait for the old man to die naturally.

The sound of the old man's breathing was basically inaudible, and the rise and fall of his chest and abdomen were also very slight. His eyes were closed, and it seemed that he would die in the next second.

While the nurse outside was still laughing and chatting with the opposite party via WeChat voice, chatting about which family got divorced again, which family had a new child, and ignored the elderly in the bedroom.

After a while, she seemed to feel that something was wrong, so she came in and took a look: "Hey, are you still alive?"

The old man's eyelids moved.

The nurse brought out the porridge on one side of the table: "You can forget about breakfast, it's getting cold, I'll heat it up for you to eat for lunch."

Of course the old man would not give her any response, the moment the nurse closed the door, his heart stopped beating.

When Xie Fanyu pulled him out, he looked out of the window in silence, and suddenly asked, "I want to see my family, can I?"

"No." Xie Fanyu refused, "It will take a lot of time."

The old man's hands trembled slightly, he sighed, but turned around suddenly, and floated outside.

Xie Fanyu was solidly surprised, but he reacted quickly and grabbed the old man before he landed.

Xie Fanyu's face was a bit ugly: "You are not young when you are old, and you still escape from prison?"

It's not that he has never met a soul who wants to escape, but this is the first time he has encountered a "fugitive" at such an age. His face is full of wrinkles, his eyes are almost squeezed into slits, and he even has the ambition to escape.

Xie Fanyu looked complicated: "Don't you know how serious the consequences of escaping from death are?"

The old man looked at Xie Fanyu and asked sincerely, "Young man, I just want to see my son and grandson for the last time before leaving, is that okay?"

"So what? It doesn't make sense at all." Xie Fanyu mercilessly grabbed the old man's arm without letting go.

The old man opened his mouth, with deep bitterness in his eyes: "I just want to ask them why they haven't come to see me for a month..."

Xie Fanyu didn't understand this emotion, didn't speak, remained expressionless, and just summoned the gate of the underworld, the meaning was obvious.

Seeing that there was no room for change in the matter, the old man could only leave with moist eyes and full of regret.

Xie Fanyu rubbed his temples, closed the door, returned to his body, and ordered a cup of milk tea with half sugar and ice nearby.

But he soon realized that now is not the time to waste time outside, so he took out his mobile phone, released Meng Yongzhao who had been on the blacklist for an unknown how long, and asked, "Where are you?"

It's just a few minutes after twelve o'clock in the afternoon. Meng Yongzhao just finished the last dish, washed his hands, and replied: "Still at home, do you want to come back for dinner?"

Xie Fanyu hesitated for a moment, seeing that there was no work in the afternoon, and the time was about the same, so he returned: "Okay."

Meng Yongzhao was overjoyed for a moment, and after replying, he turned on the fire again, cooked another tomato scrambled egg, and waited for Xie Fanyu to come back.

Xie Fanyu also felt that something was wrong with him, but then he thought that there are people who cook at home anyway, and they don't eat for free, and save money, so they let themselves drive home.

It was almost a little late when he got home, but Meng Yongzhao was not impatient at all, so he asked him to wait patiently for a while, reheated the dishes, and served them on the table.

Meng Yongzhao made two dishes and one soup, a loofah fried meat, a tomato scrambled egg, and a winter melon soup, very ordinary dishes, Meng Yongzhao's craftsmanship is not as good as that of any chef, but the taste is completely faultless.

Xie Fanyu was a little dazed, once he ate the food, he inevitably ate a few more mouthfuls, and Meng Yongzhao was a little nervous when he didn't speak.

"How is it?" Meng Yongzhao asked.

Xie Fanyu chewed it, but couldn't say anything about it being unpalatable, but he didn't want to make Meng Yongzhao too complacent, so he said vaguely, "It's okay."

Meng Yongzhao usually looks at people, but now he is a little bit reluctant: "I don't know what you like to eat, does this suit your taste?"

Xie Fanyu was not annoyed by his reason for cooking, and hummed lightly: "Next time, you can add some spicy food."

Meng Yongzhao smiled: "Okay, do you like spicy chicken? How about boiled pork slices?"

"It will be all right."

Xie Fanyu's attitude was much softer than usual, which gave Meng Yongzhao confidence and promised, "I'll make it for you tomorrow."

"..." Xie Fanyu didn't speak, but because of Meng Yongzhao's inexplicably confident expression, he became a little annoyed, and groaned.

Meng Yongzhao looked at him very softly, thinking of something, he laughed silently.

Fortunately, Xie Fanyu didn't pay attention to eating, otherwise he might be so angry.