My Reaper is a bit fierce

The woman was still alive, her chest was still heaving slightly, she was lying in a pool of blood, and she could even cry for help.

"Help...help...it hurts..." The woman's voice was unsteady, with a crying tone, trembling slightly.

Her mobile phone lay a few meters away, it seemed to light up for a moment, then dimmed again.She reached out to reach for the phone, but her fingers lost strength after struggling a few times.

Her breath gradually weakened, her eyes opened without moving, and she didn't move.

Xie Fanyu stood a few meters away and watched her slowly die like this, but a strange feeling surged up in his heart.

He was still holding the tablet in his hand, and the entity of the tablet was still in his shoulder bag. If Meng Yongzhao was here, he would have rushed to rescue him immediately, instead of waiting for this person to die like him.

If he could call an ambulance now, maybe the woman would still be alive.But he realized very clearly that he couldn't and couldn't do it.

He once thought that he was used to work and would not have any other views on death, but today he found that there was still a sense of weight in his heart.

He'd had a chance to save her, but he'd never take that step because he was always on his side, Death's side.

What would Meng Yongzhao think?

If he knew his true identity, would he still be able to get along with him like this without any grievances?

Xie Fanyu suddenly smiled, feeling a little ridiculous.There is no need to think about this answer at all, and all fools know that death and doctors cannot live in peace.

He pulled the woman's soul out, patiently for the first time, listening to her out-of-control emotions.

The woman cried and told him about her lost relationship, with a hint of hatred in her sadness: "If he came, maybe I wouldn't die!"

"Maybe." Xie Fanyu said perfunctorily, but sneered inwardly.

He has no way to say "everything is inevitable". The few people Meng Yongzhao has saved have made him realize that death can be changed.

The woman began to yell at the two murderers again, but it was obviously not going to work, it was a foregone conclusion.

But Xie Fanyu still said: "You are also a fool, it's not good to give money to save your life? You have to resist."

The woman bit her lower lip, her hair fell down to cover half of her face, her voice was softer: "Because there are things that are important to me in the bag..."

Xie Fanyu glanced at her and said nothing.

The woman sniffed: "Forget it, I'm really stupid, I'm dead now, no matter how important it is, it doesn't matter to me."

She straightened up and took the initiative to walk into the gate of the underworld. Before her figure disappeared, she even turned around and winked at Xie Fanyu: "Anyway, I am satisfied to have such a handsome little brother Death send me for the last time." .”

Xie Fanyu looked at her: "...remember the five-star praise."

The woman left, and the gate of the underworld was closed again by Xie Fanyu.

He stood there for a moment, his eyes dim.

After returning home, Xie Fanyu didn't sleep very well, something always flashed through her mind like a slice, and she couldn't let her mind go.

It wasn't until he felt faintly sleepy that he realized that the sky had already dawned.

Xie Fanyu sat up, lowered his head and covered his face with his hands, gradually waking himself up.

He knew what was causing his insomnia, and he seemed—to have doubts about his work.