Chapter 1399
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Gu Shengyin thought that she should stay far away from this woman.
Stay far away from her. If He Qing couldn't find her, she couldn't possibly set her sights on her, right?
He Qing went skiing. With her financial resources, she naturally booked the entire place.
Gu Shengyin tried it. She used a small trick to cause a slight avalanche.
She just wanted to see just how good He Qing's life was.
The result didn't disappoint her at all. If an ordinary person encountered that avalanche, the chances of dying would be more than 80%.
However, He Qing didn't even suffer a fracture. It was because of the cold that she caught a small cold. She didn't even have a fever. She could be fine after drinking a cup of water and taking a pill.
Gu Shengyin, on the other hand, felt a sense of oppression from the unseen world.
This was a warning from the Heavenly Dao — as the God of Death, she just had to do her job well.
She smiled bitterly. In the end, she gave up on the idea of doing something in the dark.
In terms of duties, Gu Shengyin wasn't busy.
There were many Gods of Death like her in the Underworld. Each person only needed to be in charge of a specific area.
In this case, the workload wasn't huge.
Therefore, sometimes, she might have to guide many people in a day. Sometimes, no one died for several days.
Sometimes, Qiao Zhihe would call for her. If she was free, she would go and see her little prince.
Gu Shengyin had never interacted with her lover like this.
She had been his sister, his disciple, his master, and even his nurturer.
But she had never appeared in his life as an idol-like existence like now.
To the current Qiao Zhihe, Sister Death was a mysterious and intimate god.
She was very powerful and knew many things that he couldn't even imagine. Although she looked cold, she would try her best to satisfy his every request.
Qiao Zhihe felt that Sister Death was much more powerful than those so-called superheroes in the movies.
However, she seemed to be very busy and only had time to visit him occasionally.
Qiao Zhihe had once asked if Sister Death was busy saving the world like the superheroes in the movies.
His words almost made Gu Shengyin laugh.
Her tone was as cold as ever. "Little Crane, you can go look for some information. We Grim Reapers are not heroes. We are the exact opposite of the popular superheroes. Humans hate Grim Reapers the most. "
"Because our appearance can only mean death."
She didn't say much, but the little Qiao Zhihe remembered her words in his heart.
When he grew up and learned to think independently, he slowly searched for information about the Grim Reaper.
This information also allowed him to understand his Big Sister Death better.
The Grim Reaper was a deity of the underworld.
They wore black cloaks and black gloves. Their entire bodies were shrouded in darkness. No one could see their faces.
The black scythe was a divine weapon for harvesting souls.
Their appearance represented death.
Those who could see the Grim Reaper were all souls that were about to enter the Underworld.
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Qiao Zhihe started to feel a little puzzled when he read to the end.
All the information stated that mortals could not see the Grim Reaper. Only those who were about to die could see it.
But he could see Sister Death all the time?
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