Undead Requiem

On the tree in the garden of the manor, there are nine gods of death hanging, and they have been hanging for three days.In the past three days, they only left when harvesting souls.These strange gods of death looked at him and whispered.

Although they didn't mean anything malicious, Whitman, who was sitting in the garden eating a delicious cake, couldn't stand being stared at. Finally, he couldn't help it, and tried to ask, "Do you want a cake?"

The gods of death were taken aback for a moment, and then came down from the tree.

"Thank you for your generosity."

"This cake looks delicious."

"Oh, there is black tea, which is my favorite."

The gods of death showed their true bodies, and Whitman asked Johnny the butler to let the servants deliver nine snacks.After thanking them, the handsome gods of death elegantly enjoyed the delicate and delicious snacks.

It seemed that they already knew the fact that they could see the god of death, but he didn't feel any malice from them.Moreover, everything was peaceful in the manor, no one got sick or suffered accidents.Therefore, they should have come for him.

But he didn't want to get too involved with the god of death, but he was stared at by a group of gods of death for no reason.This made him puzzled, even doubted, did they discover the secret on him and wanted to take the scythe away from him?

Oh no.The sickle is his, and no one can take it away.

"Mr. Death, why did you stay in the Alcott family's manor?"

A god of death in his teens swallowed a bite of the cake with relish: "Because we lost our leader."

"leader?"

"Yes. And Mr. Walter, he doesn't care about anything. So, we don't know who to turn to."

"Mr. Walter is a willful person. After leaving a mess, he doesn't care about it."

"It's very difficult for us."

"Fall is coming, and winter is coming. The nine of us just can't get it all done."

"Hey, when the time comes, those damned demons will take the opportunity to attack human souls."

Listening to the words of the gods of death, Whitman looked puzzled.It seems that the gods of death have lost their manager and has nothing to do with him...

Unbeknownst to Whitman, after Walt slaughtered Jeffrey and his men, Corey the Grim Reaper, there were only nine Grim Reapers left.London is so big, with such a large population, they are too busy to harvest human souls.What's more, when winter enters, the number of deaths is several times that of summer.Therefore, before winter, if Corey the God of Reaper is not transferred to supplement the new God of Reaper, then there will be a large-scale incident of demons eating human souls.And the god of death who can't save the human soul is negligent.If it is serious, the sickle will be taken back and returned to hell to accept punishment.

Therefore, distressed gods of death, do not know what to do.And Whitman may be the manager of death 200 years ago, giving them a glimmer of hope.

If Whitman had convinced Walt to go to Hell to meet Satan and then send Death to come, they would be better able to protect human souls when winter came.

Whitman only understood half of the words of the gods of death.However, to his surprise, Walter really killed most of London's gods of death.Why did he do this?Although he wanted to know, his reason told him that it was better not to ask.As for the gods of death who want to ask him to persuade Walt.He thought he couldn't convince Mr. Death.But when I think of it, human beings suffer a tragic death, but their souls will still be devoured by demons, and finally disappear.It made him sad.

Walt said that the existence of the Grim Reaper is to protect the human soul.Let them not be eaten by demons, and not be too attached to the world, and become evil black undead.Therefore, send them to hell for a living trial.After that, enter the reincarnation of the next life.

"Gentlemen, why me?" Whitman asked.

All the gods of death were silent for a while, and turned their heads randomly, not daring to look straight in the eyes.

Mr. Walter would be angry if he told the truth.Having seen Walter as the judge of hell, no one dared to make him angry.

"Because... because you and Mr. Walter are best friends." A god of death said with a stiff smile.

Whitman could see that they were avoiding his questioning.But since the gods of death didn't want to talk, he didn't ask any more.The gods of death who finished eating the cake chatted happily with Whitman.

Do all Reapers like to chat.The manor, because of them, made Whitman seem to be back in the poorhouse with the chattering children.

Walt came to be a guest, and in the garden, he saw the scene of the gods of death chatting with Whitman.He didn't go forward to disturb, but jumped on the roof of the manor and lay down, enjoying the warm sunshine and went to sleep.

In the evening, the gods of death dispersed, and Walt naturally shared dinner with him.

"You can drive away those annoying guys, they dare not disobey you." Walter cut off a piece of meat and said.He didn't seem to know that, in Whitman's eyes, he was also a nuisance.

"Gentlemen of death, just ask me for help." Delicious steak, so delicious, I want the children in the poorhouse to try it.Whitman cut another piece and ate it.

"No, those bad guys just want to use you."

"Mr. Walter doesn't like them."

"I just don't like them bothering you."

Whitman was silent. What is the relationship between him and Mr. Death?

friend?But it seems that he has been rejecting the other party.

Moreover, when it comes to dealing with human souls, his seriousness and indifference sometimes scares him...like the case of Louis...but he also knows that Walter did nothing wrong.

God of death must not interfere with human death.

Therefore, even if he was murdered and killed in front of him now, he guessed that Walter would not only remain indifferent, but would swing down his sickle to harvest his soul after he was completely out of breath.

It is this kind of thinking that makes Whitman think that Walt is indifferent.

But he also knew that he had done nothing wrong.

Because they are gods of death.A grim reaper who has seen death in every way.There is only one thing they have to do - to protect human souls and send them to hell.

"Please persuade Mr. Walter to go to Hell and ask Satan King to transfer Death to London, otherwise, human souls will be swallowed by demons."

The pleas of the gods of death are still ringing in my ears.

Figured out what, Whitman smiled.

The gods of death are not indifferent.They care more about the human soul than anyone else.

So, he spoke out the commission.

Hearing the request, Walt looked dissatisfied: "What a bunch of troublesome guys." Then, he smiled again, "However, I accept any request from you."

It was rare to hear the little guy ask himself to do something, and Mr. Death was very happy.

"Thank you, Mr. Walter."

Walt picked up a piece of beef with a fork and stuffed it into Whitman's mouth: "Little guy, you can rely on me a lot.

Whitman subconsciously took it and ate it.But he said in his heart that he would not rely on Mr. Death.

Due to the little guy's request, Mr. Death left contentedly.After he left, the nine death gods did not return to the death department.Naturally, ownerless, they moved all their work to the Alcott family's estate.Oddly, the required signed document was also handed to Whitman.

Of course, Whitman dared not sign any Grim Reaper papers.

Seeing that the little master didn't drive those nine people away, and they didn't do anything outrageous in the manor.Butler Johnny stopped paying attention to them.

"Master, I will hire a tutor for you."

Just got up, Johnny Butler handed Whitman the clothes.

"teacher?"

"Yes, you should accept orthodox study."

Whitman was born in the slums and grew up in the poorhouse. Not only did he not go to school, but no one taught him any knowledge.As for how he was literate.But it originated from the broken books donated in the poorhouse.From which broken books, and by consulting Sister Emma, ​​Whitman learned the word.But this is not enough for his current status.Therefore, he should receive more good education.

It is best to learn all the knowledge that a rich businessman and a son of a nobleman should learn before he becomes an adult.

Of course, Whitman will not reject any knowledge. In this world, not everyone can have access to good learning.Moreover, knowledge can broaden his horizons.It also made it easier for him to manage the Alcott property.

Therefore, he agreed to Johnny's arrangement.

Whitman was arranged to receive a year of education at home. At the age of 16, when he was an adult, he passed the examination and was admitted to Oxford or Cambridge University.Finish your studies there and return to London.

Johnny is a good housekeeper, he keeps the estate in order.So he found the teacher who had taught Louis' children.After hearing his purpose, these teachers expressed their willingness to educate Whitman.

When Walt returned from hell, there were five more teachers in Alcott Manor.Every day from morning to night, Whitman's time was occupied by them.

Walter is happy to know that the little one is studying hard for his university exams in a year.But when the little guy's time is occupied by those five strict teachers, he is not happy.

In order not to let the little guy hate himself, Walter didn't disturb his study.

In the room at night.Whitman sat on the edge of the bed reading a book, while Mr. Death sat at the window looking out at the moon.When there is a cool breeze, he knows it.Autumn has come.

The wind blew the pages of the book on the table, and Whitman couldn't bear the sleepiness and fell asleep on the table.Walter came down from the window and picked him up and laid him on the soft bed.

He kissed his forehead: "Good night, little guy."

Then, he jumped out of the window.

Stepping over London, Walter took out the Book of the Dead to read the souls harvested tonight.

King Satan promises to send a new Reaper to London before winter.Now, relying on those nine gods of death alone might not be able to deal with the group of covetous demons.

As for why they stayed in Alcott?Their reasons vary.

"I like the dim sum here."

"What happened to Death Corey made me unable to face it anymore."

"Whitman is our 'king,' isn't he?"

Walter found that he began to hate the nine gods of death.

As winter approached, the God of Death was successively transferred to the God of Death Department in London, and the new manager of the God of Death Department was a red-haired woman.Walt also took this opportunity to drive the nine damn gods of death back.

"Where are the Reapers?" Whitman asked curiously without seeing the nine Reapers.

"Oh, they're going back to the country," Walter said, laughing.

Whitman nodded thoughtfully.

Winter is coming, Christmas is coming, and he will be 15 years old.With the children always on his mind, he asked Johnny Butler for Christmas presents for the poorhouse.

Johnny Butler smiled and got ready to go.

When Christmas came, Whitman finally had a rare free time.The five teachers kissed him on the forehead, wished him a Merry Christmas, and went home.

Looking at Mr. Death sitting by the window, Whitman suddenly found that since he studied, he has become very quiet.

"What does Mr. Walter want?"

Hearing Whitman's question suddenly, Walt turned his head and froze for a moment.After being stunned for a while, when he realized that he was asking him what he wanted for Christmas, he smiled happily: "My dear, I will like whatever you give me."

"Hasn't Mr. Walter wanted anything in particular?"

"Anything you want in particular?"

Walter stared at him suddenly and seriously.

The animal-like Whitman's hairs stood on end, and he couldn't help taking a step back.

Seeing his reaction, Walter laughed loudly: "Little guy, you are so funny and cute."

Whitman said helplessly: "Mr. Walt, please don't make fun of me."

Walter stopped laughing and said, "Then you can give me a ring. Of course, the ring should have your name on it."

Whitman was silent.

Knowing what he was thinking, Walt teased: "Little guy, I'm not interested in you until I'm an adult." And Whitman, who still has a year of adulthood left, will put his past to work before he leaves to study at Oxford University. told him.

"Well, I'll give you a ring of friendship."

On Christmas Eve, early in the morning, it began to snow. Whitman found Walt and gave him a silver ring.Walter, who received the gift, was as happy as a child.

"Honey, I will cherish this gift forever." Walter put the ring on his finger.

Whitman's ears warmed up, and he smiled at him.

In the evening, he, Walter, and Johnny the butler headed to the poorhouse with a cartload of presents.When he arrived at the poorhouse, he was very happy to see his children.

"Whitman! Whitman!"

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow ."

Excited children, incoherent.Whitman smiled and talked to them, and then, with Walt and Johnny, distributed the gifts to them.Dean Eva and Sister Emma also received gifts from him.

Dean Eva was cold, Sister Emma was gentle and thanked him.

For Christmas Eve dinner, Whitman ate with the children in the auditorium.There was a fire burning in the auditorium fireplace, and it was warm.I don't know if this year's older children are forced to go out to collect firewood like last year.

At one o'clock, he said goodbye to the children and went back to the manor.

After returning to the manor, Whitman took a bath and changed his clothes, then Whitman lay down on the bed and went to sleep.He had a strange dream, these dreams were fragmented, and when he woke up the next day, he couldn't remember anything.

No, he only remembered a pair of eyes.A pair of eyes like Walter's.

Could the person in the dream be Walter?

How strange.

Looking at the socks hanging by the bed, Whitman picked them up.

Butler Johnny said that he was underage and should hang a sock beside his bed, and Santa Claus would drive elk to give him presents at night.

He poured the contents of the sock into the palm of his hand.

It is a silver ring.There was an inscription inside the ring, the word was Walter's name, and he quietly hid the ring.

Early in the morning, Walter asked him, do you like this gift?He changed the subject without answering.Although he couldn't get the answer, Mr. Reaper could find that the boy was actually shy in his heart.

After Christmas, Whitman returned to his studies.

Whether it is literary mathematics, or equestrian painting, or chemical physics, etc.For a whole year, Whitman endured several times the learning load of other children.If it was someone else, he would have been unable to bear crying.

But this is nothing to Whitman, who was born in the slums.It is much harder to catch mice and do coolies outside than to study.Also, he doesn't hate studying.In order to prepare him for the exam, Johnny Butler signed him up in the second half of summer.At the end of autumn and early winter, the entrance examination will be held.After passing the exam, next spring, he will go to Oxford University.

Everything has been properly arranged by John the housekeeper, he just needs to study with peace of mind.

Walt didn't interfere with the little guy's study, because this was his inevitable life.As for the nine gods of death, they would visit him from time to time.Together they decided that when Whitman went to Oxford to study, they would personally see him on the train.

After signing up in the second half of summer, the entrance exam is getting closer and closer.

As we all know, most of the students admitted to Oxford and Cambridge are the children of nobles and wealthy merchants.These children have received a good education since childhood.Therefore, it is easier to be admitted, and you will not worry about tuition fees.

For a whole year, Whitman absorbed knowledge like a sponge.When it came to the entrance examination in the late autumn and early winter, everyone in the manor prayed for him, hoping that he would be admitted to the university.

"I'm sure Whitman will be able to get close to Oxford."

"Yes, he's the smartest kid I've ever met."

"Pray to God." Although he hated God.

Nine gods of death blessed Whitman, the servants in the manor prayed for the little master, and even his teachers became nervous.Walt, sitting in the window of Whitman's room, looking at the silver ring on his finger.

I don't know where he hid the ring he gave the little guy last Christmas.

Facing the autumn wind, Walter smiled.

When Whitman came back from his exams, the servants rushed to welcome him.The grim reapers chirped about his entrance exams, and the teachers waited for his answer.He smiled and said, "I think I should be able to pass the exam."

Although the results will not be notified until January next year.But seeing how confident he is, the people in the manor are relieved.

After Christmas this year, Whitman is 16 years old and has entered adulthood.After receiving a good education for a year, Whitman, who was originally gentle and gentle, seemed more friendly.

In January, he received an offer from Oxford University.The teachers, the servants of the manor, and the gods of death rejoiced for him.To celebrate his passing the exam, a banquet was held in the manor.That night, Whitman drank wine.

This is his second drink.He remembered that Eugene handed him a glass of wine the first time under the bridge.Now, he has entered an adult, and he is in a happy mood, drinking delicious wine.

After a while, his face became flushed, and his amber eyes were wet and beautiful.

Whitman did not know when he fell asleep.

When he woke up, he saw Mr. Death sitting on the window singing.

That song is very far away and very familiar.

At the train station, Johnny's housekeeper, teacher, and the gods of death sent him on the train.Johnny the butler was heartbroken, and he couldn't help but escaped with a handkerchief to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Everyone congratulated him.

Walter walked up to him, cupped his face in his hands, and kissed him on the lips——

"Eh—" The gods of death turned pale with shock.

Johnny the butler, who was wiping tears, was so angry that his face was livid.

The teachers turned their faces away and raised their foreheads.

At the moment of Walt's kiss, all the broken memories of 200 years ago returned to Whitman's soul.

Ah, it turns out that he is the god of death.And Walter is the one who saved him and guarded him for 200 years.

--THAN--

☆, Fanwai: From the distant past

"Oh, what a horrible place."

In London at the beginning of the 18th century, once it rained, the streets were full of mud.Wearing a black cloak and overcoat, he saw that his clean shoes became dirty after only a few steps.Walter looked very depressed.The street became much deserted because of the heavy rain.Occasionally, only carriages and stray dogs run by.

After walking for a while, I faintly felt an unusual spiritual pressure leaking out.He guessed that this is some unlucky god of death who is about to die.Speaking of which, there was a riot in the Death God Branch in London, and many villains were killed.This time, he came here not only to investigate this matter, but also to recover a sickle.

A self-aware Death Scythe capable of killing human souls.

Following the leaked spiritual pressure, in a dark alley, fortunately, Walter saw the scythe.But the leaked Reiatsu was not the sickle itself.But the soul of a god of death.

This soul is the most beautiful soul Walt has ever seen.

Long brown curly hair, beautiful amber eyes, beautiful pale broken face.

"He will disappear soon." Walter said inwardly, "but his scythe is protecting him." He said inwardly.

In fact, when he saw the huge black scythe, he had already guessed the identity of the other party——Edward Gladstone, the manager of the Death Division in London.But his sickle, in order to prevent his shattered soul from dissipating completely, emitted powerful spiritual power and enveloped him.

But it's useless, long-term consumption of spiritual pressure, one day, this broken soul will disappear completely.

Stepping forward, he was ejected when he reached through the flimsy protective membrane.

Sickle, rejecting him.

He couldn't help but smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, I won't hurt your master. Besides, if this goes on, you and your master will disappear together."

His words seem to have worked.So, no longer reject him.Walt was able to touch Edward's soul through the protective layer.He discovered that this broken soul's spiritual pressure leaked out very badly, and now the sickle is barely supporting it, and it will disappear within a day.

"I guess, you have the truth about the Shinigami Division." So, Walt released a powerful spiritual pressure to form a protective shield to protect Edward's soul.

The sickle, which represented evil, finally withdrew its spiritual power.Walter put away the black death sickle, made it the size of an earring, and then put it on his left ear, letting it be with his dark red sickle.

Then, he used spiritual pressure to compress the protective cover that wrapped Edward's soul, compressing it into a laughing ball in the palm of his hand.He was taken back to hell.

In the mansion of hell, sitting on a chair with two sticking out on the table.Walter hummed, looking at the spherical protective cover made of spiritual pressure floating in front of his eyes.Inside, the broken soul of a man floated.

Even though his soul and body are broken.But still beautiful.

Edward had apparently suffered a serious injury.Those who attacked him used spiritual pressure to squeeze and oppress his soul, so as to achieve the purpose of completely destroying him.As a result, his soul became broken.

Looking at his face, debris floated out.Walter stopped humming.

"Let me think about how to keep you alive."

This is a difficult problem. Perhaps, he can find out the way to keep him alive from the mouth of the seven kings of hell.He stood up and went to find the Seven Demon Kings.

The soul inside moved, and when he turned to leave, he slowly half-opened his eyes to look at his leaving back.

Walt did inquire from a certain king about the way to keep the soul of Death alive, that is - parasitism.

Edward's soul was on the verge of breaking.Now, he protects him with Reiatsu, but it's not enough.In order to stabilize his soul, he must at least infuse his spiritual pressure into this soul for 50 years.

After 50 years, put his soul into a human body for maintenance.Until his soul is completely stable.

After that, Walter sent his spiritual pressure to Edward's soul every day.The original fragmented soul slowly returned to him.

Sometimes Edward would wake up--waking up, he said.In fact, it is unconscious.Now, like a baby, he seems to have just opened his eyes to see the world.But after a while, he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Much to Walt's delight, Edward seems to have regained a bit of consciousness by the year No. 20.Slowly, you can talk to him, although he will soon fall asleep again.

Walter took off the black death sickle on his ear, and he threw it, and the earring sickle turned into a huge death sickle.

"It protects you," he said to the newly awakened man.

Edward's amber eyes looked at the scythe in his hand, and something seemed to awaken inside him.He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch his sickle.But Walt avoided him, and the other party shook his head: "Honey, you can't leave the protective cover yet."

Floating inside the ball, Edward looks like a mermaid, his hands pressed into the protective cover: "I remember it."

Walter said: "It is happy for your words. However, in the world of the god of death, it is an ominous symbol. Other sickles protect human souls and send human souls to hell for judgment. This sickle will obliterate The soul will also develop self-awareness. Those who cannot control it will be controlled by it. Do you know what the gods of death call it?" He said to himself, "disaster."

His words made the sickle in his hand tremble, as if he was protesting what he said.

Edward smiled: "No, it is my guardian."

His words calmed down the restless Sickle.

Walt laughed: "You have a strong bond." Without this bond, the sickle would not have saved its master.But just like the name people gave it, it was he who brought disaster to Edward.

At least, the riots in the Death Division in London were started because of it.

"Walter, it's pathetic to reject a different kind of human being," Edward said.Just like those aristocrats who can't tolerate the inferior poor to share their dinner with them.

"Then let me tell you, what about the story of the scythe?"

But Edward's memory is fragmented.Didn't quite remember it.

Walt comforted him: "My dear, don't worry. You have 200 years to tell me your story."

Edward was puzzled: "Why did Mr. Walter save me?"

Walt smiled triumphantly: "Hell judges people, be true to your instincts."

Edward couldn't help laughing at his words.

Looking at his smile, Walter said, "When you smile, you are more beautiful than a witch in hell."

Edward smiled and thanked: "Thank you for your compliment."

Edward was obliterated in a brutal way. Judging from this alone, Walt realized that there was something wrong with the Death Division riot in London.And, Reaper Corey, all the "rebels" were killed.

what does this mean?

It means that those who seize power have the right to speak.Therefore, even if he came forward to investigate, what the current ruler said was the truth?You know, he killed all the "villains".It is impossible to get different information from the mouth of the "villain".This was enough to make him realize that there was a shady scene behind the riot.

He hates being led by the nose.

The current ruler of London's death department can completely leave the life of the "villain" and hand it over to him or others in hell for trial.But no, he dismissed it on the grounds that the other party was dangerous.Therefore, he can only get one side of the testimony.

Oh, it's because the dead can't speak.

He is in no hurry.What he has is that there are many ways to deal with each other.

Right now, what he has to do is to restore and maintain Edward's soul.

Listening to Walter humming, Edward slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep again.In the murky darkness, he thought, Walter was soft and childlike.

Thank him for giving me life.The spiritual pressure on his body can now be slowly controlled.

50 years is a long time for human beings.But for Reaper, it's just a blink of an eye.Under the protection of the other party, Edward slowly recovered his memory and repaired his body.And the spiritual pressure on his body was no longer as chaotic as a storm.

In [-], Walt said: "Now, I will parasitize you on human beings. Until your soul is completely restored."

Edward thanked: "Thank you, Walter."

Walter smiled: "I don't need thanks."

Edward was puzzled: "Then what do you need?"

Walter said: "When I need it, I will ask you for it."

So he left hell and returned to London with Edward's soul.In a castle, he saw a healthy lady, so while she was asleep, Walter released Edward's soul from the 50-year-old protective shield.

He held the man floating in mid-air, and kissed the forehead of the opponent: "20 years later, I will come to pick you up, let you change your body and continue to nourish your soul."

Edward smiled: "Okay."

So Walter pressed his soul into the lady's belly.After that, leave for the Shinigami Division.

Edward sleeps in the human body, and these healthy humans will automatically form a protective mechanism to raise him like a baby.

Edward, who was sleeping in the human body, also fell into a lethargic consciousness.Unless, the pregnancy of the parasitic body made him feel the existence of another living body, the rest of the time, he fell asleep all the time.

Therefore, every time he wakes up, 20 years have passed.And this feeling of not being able to feel the passage of time is like waking up today after falling asleep yesterday.So for him.He and Walter just met yesterday.But for Walt, 20 years have passed.

Walt, who came to pick him up, took the book of the dead and found the next healthy body for him.

Looking at the book of the dead in his hand, he asked in surprise, "You became the god of death?"

Walter smiled and said, "Yes, I am London Death now. Come, let me take you to the next foster body."

Putting away the book of the dead, Mr. Death picked up the handsome man with long hair and flew out of the lady's room.

Stepping on the sky, this time they came to a young lady's room.Walter explained: "Women have more vitality than men's bodies." It's not that men can't, but women who have children have stronger spiritual power and can better maintain Edward's soul.

Of course, parasitic maintenance will not harm them.

When sending Edward into the body of the noble lady, he kissed her forehead again: "My dear, good night."

Edward smiled: "Good night."

Walter sent his soul back into a human body for upbringing.

Taking out the Book of the Dead, he went to work.

After sending the sample of Edward's soul, Walter guarded a Grim Reaper on his way.He took away the memory of the other party, and took away his resume and sickle.

Now, he doesn't know what that god of death is there and what he is doing.

After getting the death scythe, he revised his resume to report to the death department, and successfully became a death god.

From the mid-eighteenth century to the end of the nineteenth century, for more than 100 years, every 20 years, Walter replaced Edward with a foster human body.

Slowly, Edward's soul was fully restored.

While going to meet the soul of the other party, Walter flipped through the Book of the Dead.

"Edward needs a body." A human would not like it if he robbed his body and drove his soul away.

"Ah, here's a poor kid." Tonight, the one-year-old will freeze to death.And this child's soul was harvested by him tonight.

At the moment the child died and left the body, he put Edward's soul in it, and the child could live on—with Edward's soul inside, of course.

When the time comes, he will completely sever the connection between the child and his body and send him to hell.

Child without any sin, in the next life, I hope you can continue to survive well.

After choosing the body, Walter went to meet Edward's soul.When he took Edward's soul out of the noble lady's body, he found that his soul was no longer as unstable as before.

"Honey, I found a poor little body for you."

"I thought, I'm going to like that body."

Walter picked him up, and the two of them came to an alley in the east side of the wheel.Miraculously, the child, like Edward, has curly brown hair and beautiful amber eyes.

The only difference is that he has freckles on his face.But Edward thought the freckles on his face were very beautiful.

"I should have a name for you," Walter said.

"Yes, this will be my new life." Edward said with a smile.

"Whitman."

"I like this name."

"After you become an adult, I will return the memory that belongs to you to you."

"Thank you, Walter dear."

At the moment the child died and the soul left the body, Walter put Edward's soul into the child's body.The child, who had been out of breath for only three seconds, opened his mouth and let out a clear crying sound.

And the original soul that has been separated from the body is eating fingers and looking at his crying body.

Obviously, don't understand what's going on.

Walter knelt down and touched the child's head, then smiled and swung the sickle, cutting off his connection with the flesh and sending him to hell.

Opening the Book of the Dead, Walt modified Whitman's life trajectory.After modification, he took out Edward's sickle and put it into the little guy's body. Afterwards, he took off his black coat and rolled up the crying little guy into his arms: "Little guy, live well."

After speaking, he picked him up and went to the nearby poorhouse.When he arrived at the gate of the poorhouse, he put the child down, left a note with his name, and then disappeared.

The crying of the child attracted Sister Emma, ​​and the kind-hearted nun picked him up and took him into the poorhouse.

At the age of five, Whitman discovered a secret within herself.The reason for discovering this secret is because when a giant rat tried to bite off his neck, he took out a huge scythe from his body and killed him.Not only that, he