[Comprehensive] Today's pear is also lucky E

When the person in the black kimono appeared in front of Shishui, Huali was not surprised. It could even be said that she had known this day would come.

It is impossible for Zhishui's soul to wander in reality forever, otherwise it will become an earth-bound spirit or an evil spirit. No matter which one it is, it is an existence that the god of death must destroy. At that time, Zhishui's soul will be scattered, Even traces of existence will be erased.

She would rather let the god of death surpass him and go to the afterlife.

But thinking so in her heart, she still couldn't bear to let Zhishui go so quickly, she wanted him to stay longer, and she simply played a game of hide-and-seek with that god of death.

However, Huali does not have the physical strength of an ordinary ninja. Although she has also exercised, the gap is still too large compared with the Shinigami.

"Finally caught up," the god of death wiped the sweat from his forehead speechlessly, "little girl, stop hiding from me with this spirit, it's useless."

Huali paused, then looked at the ground and lowered her head in frustration: "Is it okay to let him stay for two more days? Just one day?"

"No," Reaper resolutely refused, "If the soul wandering in the human world is not saved in time, it will..."

"It will become an earth-bound spirit or a wraith spirit, I know," Huali took his words sullenly, "I have always been with spirits and monsters, and I am not completely ignorant of your affairs."

As she spoke, she raised her head and looked at him expectantly and pleadingly: "One day, just one day, is that okay?"

"..." Death was stunned for a moment, but still shook his head, "Now that you know everything, you understand why I rejected you. You have taken him to escape for two days. If you let his obsession deepen, the consequences will be What, you should know."

"..." Huali's eyes darkened, and she quickly lowered her eyes, "Well, what is the world like after death? If I die too... Will there be a chance to see him again?"

The god of death was silent for a while, but still shook his head: "The world of corpses and souls is very broad, but... it is not completely without opportunities."

...Is there no chance at all?

Huali raised her head in surprise almost instantly: "Really!?"

"Before then, little girl," Death put his hand on the handle of the knife, "let's release his spirit first."

Subconsciously covering her pocket, Huali's expression was obviously still a little unrequited. After hesitating for a while, she took out a small glass bottle with a ball of light inside.

"You can actually seal the spirit in this kind of thing." Reaper bent down in surprise and touched his chin to look carefully at the glass bottle in her hand. "Little girl, you are not an ordinary person."

"...It's no different from ordinary people," Huali put her fingers up in front of her lips, her eyes couldn't hide the sadness, "I can't save him..."

The seal of the glass bottle was released, and the stopper of the bottle mouth popped out by itself. After the glowing fluorescent sphere floated out of the glass bottle, it gradually turned into a human shape on the ground.

Zhishui slowly opened his eyes, and saw Huali and another man in black kimono standing in front of him, Huali's expression was very disappointed, he almost subconsciously felt that this unknown man did something to her .

"He is... the god of death," Huali explained in a low voice, "the one who can take your soul to the afterlife."

Zhishui was stunned for a moment, and looked at Huali in disbelief: "The world after death? Didn't I... want to stay by your side forever?"

"Of course not," Death finally couldn't help rolling his eyes, "If everyone's souls stay in the human world, wouldn't the human world be completely messed up?"

"Don't worry," Huali twitched the corners of her mouth with some difficulty, "We will meet soon, don't run too far, I won't be able to find you."

"But, Huali..." Zhishui opened his mouth, and when he wanted to say something, the god of death stretched out his hand and waved in front of him, interrupting his words: "Okay, okay, stop talking nonsense, you are already dead Why are people still nostalgic for this world, let’s live a new life.”

Huali stood there silently, but looked at the ground instead of him, Zhishui's chest was choked, and all the words were swallowed back: "...Okay, I get it."

"Finally convinced..." Reaper breathed a sigh of relief, and pulled out the samurai sword at his waist, but instead of pointing the blade at him, he turned it upside down, poked his forehead with the handle, and left In an instant, a shining mark appeared on Zhishui's forehead, and his body gradually became more transparent.

He looked down at his transparent body, but suddenly realized something, and looked nervously at Huali: "What do you mean when you said we will meet soon?"

"..." Huali slightly curled the corners of her mouth, "literally."

"Huali, you..." Zhishui stretched out his hand anxiously to grab her, but the moment he was about to touch her, his entire soul disappeared from her eyes.

The empty glass bottle rolled down to her feet, Huali glanced sideways, then knelt down to pick up the glass bottle, and held it tightly in her hand.

After inserting the knife back into its scabbard, the god of death gave her a meaningful look: "Little girl, it is not a good behavior to give up your life casually, and it will also increase our workload."

"Who said you're going to commit suicide?" Huali rolled her eyes, "Am I immortal? Am I not going to die one day?"

Death was choked by her words, so he could only turn his face uncomfortably and cough softly: "In short, the task is completed, let's meet again by fate."

After finishing speaking, this Grim Reaper who didn't even have time to ask her name just disappeared from her eyes, and left her with Zhishui's soul.

"I can't die right now," Huali stared blankly at the front, and murmured into the empty air, "I still have... things that must be done. Before that, I can't die yet."

When she got home, the room was still pitch-black, and only her own noise could be heard in the silence.That's right, Zhishui doesn't even have her soul anymore, she has completely become a person.

However, just as she entered the room, there was a knock on the door. Huali couldn't help but frowned, but she turned around and opened the door. Behind the door stood Youren with a worried face.

Seeing Huali, Youren just showed a surprised expression, but immediately realized that Huali was about to close the door, he quickly blocked the door with his foot, and smiled at her a little flatteringly: "I know you are sad now, but I have something to say tell you."

"..." Huali was silent for a while, but she took a step back to let him in, "When will your rascal character change?"

"Hey, I'm only rascal to you," Youren took out a paper bag from behind and handed it to her as if offering a treasure, "Look! What is this!"

The familiar sweet and greasy fragrance emanated from the paper bag, and Huali knew it must be a donut without even looking at it, but now she couldn't whet any appetite, but was full of thoughts about how to realize her plan.

"I heard from Zhishui that you like donuts, so I went to buy them for you." Youren paused, seeing that Huali didn't seem to be interested in the paper bag in his hand, so he put the paper bag on the table wisely, His expression also became serious, "About Zhishui's death... what do you think?"

"..." Huali was taken aback for a moment, and finally raised her eyes to look at him, "What do you mean?"

"Although Shisui left a suicide note, many people in the police force now suspect that Itachi did it," Yuren frowned and said in a low voice, "and the situation between Uchiha and Konoha is also very tense now, Shisui's Death clearly favored Konoha."

Huali looked away, sat on the sofa and said, "It has nothing to do with Itachi."

"I know it has nothing to do with Itachi, we grew up together, I believe him," Youren curled his mouth into a smile, and then quickly disappeared, "I mean, Shisui's death is not that simple, I think he It's not like someone who would commit suicide, by the same token, he wasn't killed by Itachi, he was killed by someone... who none of us knew."

Huali finally raised her head and stared at him blankly with wide eyes: "You really think so?"

"Yes," Youren nodded firmly, "That's why I came to ask you. You and Zhishui are very close. He must have mentioned something to you that I don't know. Maybe you know who the murderer behind the scenes is. who."

"..." Huali squinted her eyes slightly and looked at him, as if to test his credibility. After a while, she got up and walked to the room, and then took out a piece of paper and pen, "Zhishui did mention it to me. something, and I know who the culprit is, but I want you to do me a favor first."

"Help?" Youren nodded immediately, "You say, as long as I can do it."

"I heard that your Sharingan can easily copy a person's handwriting." Huali looked at him firmly, "Can you help me write a letter in Zhishui's handwriting?"

"It's from Zhishui?" Youren's eyes were obviously puzzled, "May I ask what the purpose is?"

"...I can't tell you yet," Huali said with a frown, her fingers on the sofa gradually clenched and then clenched into fists, "I will tell you everything after I have achieved my goal. "

Youren looked at her tense face and nodded firmly: "I believe in you, if there is anything else you need my help for, just say it."

Huali breathed a sigh of relief, shook her head and said, "No, just help me with this for now...Thank you, Youren."

Youren had already put the paper on the table, then picked up the pen and looked at her with a smile: "As long as you don't lock me out of the door again, tell me, what do you write?"

"Just write, everyone knows what you have done to me, and I am not dead," Huali watched as someone opened Sharingan and wrote on the paper, her eyes gradually turned cold, " I'll wait for you at the old place."

Youren paused his pen, raised his head and looked at her in surprise: "You want to go directly to see that person? No, it's too dangerous! Even if you want to go, you have to take me with you!"

"..." Huali glanced at him speechlessly and motioned silently to the blank paper under his hands, "We'll talk after we finish writing."

Youren let out an "oh", then lowered his head and began to write the letter honestly.