After the group pet god was bound by the widow king

Song Qinqing is Yi Heng's first mission as the god of death.

But Yi Heng was not at all embarrassed.

Want him to hurt Song Qinqing, want him to end Song Qinqing's life...

It's simply a fantasy.

Yi Heng left the underworld, but he did not give up on this mission.

Rather than handing over the task to other gods of death, it is better to leave it in Yi Heng's own hands and never be completed.

This is the only thing Yi Heng can do right now.

He also believed that with the half of the ghost bone at the back of the neck, he could also expel all the gods of death who were close to Song Qinqing just as they had expelled the gods of death in the past.

Yi Heng didn't make a move, but he knew that Pluto would not give up easily.

As he expected, what Qin Qing encountered later was even more difficult than he expected.

The god of death wants to reap human lives, how can mortals fight against it?

Song Qinqing can be guarded by Yi Heng 24 hours a day, but her family will always be alone.

Around Song Qinqing, misfortunes began to occur frequently.

First, my mother was suddenly stabbed in the spleen by a crazy passerby on the way to work...

Later, the office building contracted by my father's company collapsed.

Although the incidents were serious, surprisingly, none of the people involved died.

It was as if the God of Death couldn't take them away before the end of their lives.

However, the incident has already happened.

The mother needs medical expenses when she is hospitalized.The father needs to pay compensation to the injured worker.

A family that was originally well-to-do was on the verge of bankruptcy because of two accidents.

In order to help her parents relieve financial pressure, Song Qinqing went to school during the day and had to do odd jobs secretly at night.

Because he was underage, all he found were illegal jobs, and he could only do tiring and dirty hard work.

Song Qinqing has always maintained an optimistic attitude towards life.

But when the disaster even spread to his fellow workers, it was impossible for Song Qinqing not to realize that something was wrong.

The workers were panic-stricken, and always said that when they turned around, they would see people in black robes following them.

It seemed that he would take him away at any time, but he deliberately didn't approach him, it was just a threat.

In order not to hurt the workers, Song Qinqing had no choice but to resign.

Thinking that he had provoked some evil spirits, Song Qinqing also went to the temple to invite the gods.

But none of the gods heard his wish.

The temple platform was so quiet, as if no god dared to answer his call.

Yi Heng saw everything Song Qinqing encountered.

Only Yi Heng knew the reason for all this.

After getting along for these years, Yi Heng knows Song Qinqing's character best.

He knew that if Song Qinqing knew that these people were implicated, they would definitely fall into self-blame and unable to extricate themselves.

Yi Heng also thought about whether Song Qinqing's life was not over, but it was because he was targeted by Hades.

For this reason, he took the initiative to find Song Qinqing and proposed to sever relations with him.

As soon as he said this, Song Qinqing immediately shed tears.

Yi Heng was so frightened that he frantically coaxed him, not knowing how to deal with it.

"Is it because I've been unlucky recently, that's why you want to leave me?" Song Qinqing asked, sobbing.

"You said it the wrong way!" Yi Heng said hastily, "Actually, it is because I am the son of death that you encountered these accidents."

"Do you have any evidence?"

"What evidence?"

"Prove that all these things happened to me because of you."

"Although not, but..."

"Then you really wanted to leave me because I was too unlucky."

"No! Really not!" Yi Heng was impatient, "You shouldn't have encountered these..."

"Do you have any evidence?"

"What evidence do you want?"

"Prove that what I have encountered should not belong to me."

"No."

"Yi Heng." Song Qinqing held her good friend's hand, with tears in her eyes, and said seriously, "Don't blame everything on yourself. I accept my own fate, good or bad, I accept it."

"Uh……"

"Can you accept my bad fate?"

"No." Yi Heng insisted, "If you haven't met me, it's fine..."

"Apologize." Song Qinqing withdrew her hand and said fiercely while sobbing.

Yi Heng thought that the other party finally accepted what he said, "Yes, I should apologize. I'm sorry..."

"Yeah. I accept your apology." Song Qinqing nodded, "It doesn't matter if you made a mistake, you are not allowed to say that in the future."

"What? I'm not apologizing because I said something wrong..."

"It's not your fault." Song Qinqing said firmly, "So, don't say anything more, "It would be fine if I didn't meet you."Do you understand? "

"Uh..." Yi Heng was silent for a long time, and finally replied selfishly, "Got it."

Yi Heng tried to stay away from Song Qinqing for a while.

But he found that the God of Death's harassment would only intensify, so Yi Heng might as well wait nearby.

Although the years were difficult, Song Qinqing survived.

One evening in the summer when she was 17, Song Qinqing brought good news to Yi Heng.

The admission notice arrived, and Song Qinqing was successfully admitted to the Public Security University.

"After this summer, I'll be able to go to college!" Song Qinqing held the mail with uncontrollable excitement on her face.

Today, Yi Heng kept feeling his eyelids twitching and his heart beating fast, as if he had a bad premonition, so he couldn't laugh.

Seeing him like this, Song Qinqing misunderstood, "Are you unhappy because I have to go to school in another place? You can come to accompany me! Or I can come back to you often!"

"No, I'm very happy." Yi Heng cheered up and responded with a forced smile, "You are finally going to realize your dream. I'm very happy."

"Thank you!" After Song Qinqing finished speaking, she stretched out her hands and wrapped them around Yi Heng's neck.

This is a hugging pose.

Yi Heng was as stiff as a robot with a power cut off, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

This sudden hug was a scene that often appeared in his dreams.But when it happened, he didn't know how to respond.

The boy's body is tough and soft, slender and strong.

The pleasant aroma of the shampoo diffused in the summer night, making Yi Heng infatuated.

"Yi Heng, do you remember what day is tomorrow?" The young man's gentle voice floated with the wind.

"Remember." Yi Heng's Adam's apple rolled, "Tomorrow is your birthday."

"I'll be here tomorrow!" Song Qinqing said with a smile, "I have a gift for you."

"Why do I have presents for your birthday?"

"I'll tell you tomorrow."

"it is good."

Yi Heng raised his hand and bravely hugged him back.

Want to hug tightly, but afraid of breaking; want to enjoy lightly, but afraid of indulging.

Teenagers hugging on a romantic summer night.

Embrace on the eve of.

After coaxing Song Qinqing to sleep, Yi Heng was still worried about this ominous premonition.

He was afraid of trouble the next day, so he went back to the underworld overnight and confronted Yi Feng.

"As expected of a father and son." Yi Feng sighed, "Blood relationship is really amazing."

"Be less disgusting." Yi Heng said indifferently, "I'm here to negotiate with you. Let him go, no matter what you need me to do, I will cooperate with you. Only don't touch him."

"Yi Heng, life and death are the laws of heaven, not any individual can decide." Yi Feng said with a meaningful smile, "We can't decide when who will die, but if the time comes, if that person does not die, we will be subject to the laws of heaven." Punishment. You think, isn't it fun?"

"I don't believe in heaven."

"Don't believe me? Then how did you have a premonition that because father knew you couldn't bear to do it, he has already done it for you?"

"Already?" Yi Heng gritted his teeth, "What did you do to him!"

"Go back and have a look, don't you know?"

"madman."

Yi Heng cursed angrily, and returned to the human world instead of fighting Yi Feng on the spot.

In Song Qinqing's originally warm residence, he saw a scene that surpassed purgatory——

Eyes full of flames.

The dazzling flames soared into the sky, almost lighting up the entire night.

The bright red flames spit out thick smoke, almost blinding everyone's sight.

Yi Heng saw that the once cozy house was instantly engulfed in flames.

"Father?" Yi Heng was in a state of confusion, shouting the young man's name at the top of his voice, but got no response.

"Song Qinqin! Qinqin—Song Qingqing—"

"Cough cough..."

Yi Heng lowered his head and saw the parents lying on the ground, their bodies were covered in soot, obviously they had just been rescued from the house.

"Where is Qin Qing?" Yi Heng squatted down and asked.

Both of them were choked by the smoke and couldn't speak. The father stretched out his finger with difficulty and pointed in the direction of the house.

Judging by visual inspection, both parents are outside, probably rescued by Song Qinqing.

Then Song Qinqing, a fool, why did you rush in!

Yi Heng hurriedly rushed towards the house, ignoring the heat scorching his skin, and was about to rush towards the door.

But when passing by the floor-to-ceiling glass door, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure inside the house——

It's Song Qinqing.

The boy was holding the domesticated tumbler in his hand. The bird's feathers were scorched, and it must have been injured.

And the young man couldn't stop coughing, closed his eyes, tears were streaming from the corners of his eyes, as if his eyes were scorched by fire.

"Qinqing Song! Qinqin Song——"

Knowing that the people in the room might not be able to hear him, Yi Heng still knocked hard through the glass, trying to get the other party's attention by making a noise.

Song Qinqing may have heard it, and raised her eyes blankly.

He saw scarlet red in the boy's eyes, and his pupils trembled rapidly like floating beads.

Song Qinqing's eyes were burned out.

"Wait for me! I'm going in—"

Before he finished speaking, Yi Heng saw a beam collapse and hit the opponent's head.

He watched his beloved boy fall before his eyes.

He watched as his beloved boy was instantly engulfed by flames all over the ground, rolling all over the ground in pain.

Yi Heng roared like crazy, and rushed into the sea of ​​flames without hesitation.

All of this happened too fast, and everything happened in a time that could not finish a sentence.

The fire burned his skin and burned his hair.

But Yi Heng didn't care.

Even though the thick smoke scorched the mucous membranes of his eyeballs, he recklessly rushed towards the living room.

Even though the air was so hot that he could suffocate, he still tried his best to call out the other person's name.

"Ms. Song—"

"Ms. Song!!"

Yi Heng is the god of death, a god, not hurt by mortal things.

Unfortunately, his teenager was not.

He entered the living room, and saw that beautiful young man who had been smiling brightly turned into a charred black corpse.

Never laugh again, never act like a spoiled child, never call him "dash" over and over again...

Not past tonight to give him a gift, not past this summer to go to the college of his dreams.

His boy died the night before.

His youth will always stay in the appearance of a youth.

……

The fire brigade arrived and quickly extinguished the fire.

The warm little home in the past was reduced to ruins by the fire, and everything was burned beyond recognition.

There was only one boy among them, holding a dead body, kneeling among the ruins.

Although his whole body was slightly red from the heat, he was not injured.

A firefighter went over and patted him on the shoulder, and saw the boy look up and turn around——

The blue eyes are filled with red.

He shed a line of bloody tears.