Undead Requiem

The long-haired Grim Reaper was murdered.Grim Reaper Corey's Grim Reaper held a funeral for him. Walt investigated from the Book of the Dead in his hand and found that the last soul he harvested was Albert, a painter who was supposed to die, but his life changed strangely and he survived. and left London.

Who murdered Death?

no one knows.

Jeffrey's expression became more serious.If this matter spreads to hell, it will undoubtedly be troublesome for Satan to send other ghosts and gods to investigate.

Perhaps, the demons in London saw the truth of the death of the god of death.So Walt found the group of ugly monsters.After hearing his intention, these guys who like to eat human souls let out a strange laugh: "Dear Walter, if you can dedicate ten human souls, I will tell you the truth."

The dilapidated old church has become a den of demons.The black-haired Grim Reaper in the devil's lair was calm and calm.

"You vile, greedy and ugly things will disappear in London one day."

Nearly a hundred demons showed threatening expressions: "Walter, do you want to provoke a war between demons and death?"

Walter sneered: "No. If you do anything to you, it will only stain my hands."

An angry demon flapped its branches-like wings and attacked Walt with its sharp claws.Walter took off the sickle earring on his left ear and threw it into the air. He held a huge death sickle in his hand, and then swung it to chop the attacking demon in half.The demon screamed and fell from above the church to the ground.Seeing this, the other demons showed their fighting posture.But the leading demon stopped them. Obviously, it is not good for them to start the struggle between demon and death now.

"Enough! Get out of our place!" the demon leader roared.

Walt retracted the death scythe, jumped in the air, and left the demons' territory.

It seemed that he was unable to hear any news from the mouth of the devil.

So how can we find clues?

Flying over London, Walter thought.So, he fell from the sky.When he fell to the ground, his figure appeared.Then, a handsome young man with black hair and green eyes appeared on the bustling streets of London.

It's Christmas day, despite last night's Christmas Eve snow piling up on the mainland.But the streets and alleys are filled with joy because of the arrival of Christmas.

On the side of the road, passing by those noble ladies, they exclaimed——

"Oh God, that young man with black hair and green eyes is handsome."

"Isn't it? I don't know which nobleman he is from?"

"Perhaps he is a businessman who came to live in London from Paris."

Walter enjoyed the adoration of the women.He hadn't been seen in London for a long time.For the god of death who has lived for more than 200 years, it is not good for them to show up in the same city for a long time.

Because they have ageless faces and long lifespans.If you interact with humans, you will undoubtedly only be able to watch them grow old and die.Therefore, in Death God, there is a rule that it cannot stay in the human world with its real body for a long time, and it is not allowed to have too close behavior with human beings, let alone have a romantic relationship.

For Walt, this constraint is harsh.But once the god of death falls in love with human beings, it is undoubtedly more painful to watch the lover die and harvest the other's soul with his own hands.Therefore, no one dares to cross this boundary easily.Once crossed, the relationship between the two parties can only be forcibly severed and locked in a confinement room.

Walter was an excellent Grim Reaper who never violated any taboos.

But recently, he became interested in a young boy.Of course, this interest is not love.but interesting.No god of death can ignore those who can see themselves.The result of this concern was that he almost harassed and "forced" the little boy to admit his existence.But the other party regarded him as an air that didn't exist, and accepted the gift from the annoying Bishop John of Westminster Abbey—a cross with holy light.Once he touched the boy's body, his fingers would be flicked away.

The boy who got the amulet obviously didn't take him seriously.

Now that he is incarnate in London, can that young man pretend that he does not exist?

Hey, he couldn't help looking forward to the unexpected expression on the boy's face.

Last night was Christmas Eve, the day the children look forward to the most.On this festival they had the best bread and milk, and turkey and steak.

Little Allen thought: Thank you for the gift of God!It would be great if every day was Christmas Eve.

Of course, God couldn't hear his prayer.

After having a delicious dinner, I listened to Whitman's story about Santa Claus.The kids went to bed early.

This year, like last year, Dean Eva distributed a sock to each child—although, the socks were exactly the same as last year.

After the children fell asleep, she would quietly enter the door and put the gifts in the bag into the socks on each child's bedside.

Today is Christmas, and the children get up early in the morning.They excitedly took the presents out of the stocking.

Some children got colored candies!

Some children got a teddy bear.

Some children got a pen-although this child did not have money to buy ink, it was enough to make him excited and collected this gift from Santa Claus.

Whitman received new socks.

Dean Eva is kind, he thought.

Then he changed the sock that had a hole in it.

Oh, the new socks on my feet are so warm.

Today is Christmas, and of course Whitman's birthday.After the children flipped through Santa's presents, they all said to him: "Whitman, happy birthday!"

Then, one by one, they came forward to deliver the small gifts they had prepared, and kissed Whitman on the cheek.

These children's gifts, or a leaf with colorful patterns, maybe a strange stone, maybe colored thread...Whitman accepted their gifts with a happy smile.Then, put these precious gifts in an iron box and keep them well.

After a perfect Christmas, 14-year-old Whitman has to think about what's ahead.This year, he has one year to choose, and he can go out to seek work to earn money. After leaving the poorhouse, he will not be hungry and have no place to live.

Arnold, who was hired by the Cavendish family, worked hard as a gardener for a year before he could be appreciated by the great nobles.But what job does he want?

Whitman, who never thought about it, seriously thought about it.

Go to the pier to do coolie?That was simply too heavy.

Go to the farm to do farm work?Farmers are scarier than Dean Eva.

To be a street magician?Of course, he can't do anything.

Whitman decided to slowly save a sum of money before deciding on a career.So, on the second day of Christmas, he began to look for houses in the city of London who needed someone to knock on their windows.

As long as he finds a job as a window knocker, he can have two jobs a day.

Every morning, he would knock on the window at the time required by the householder until they woke up - but he didn't have a pocket watch to tell the time accurately.

It didn't bother him.Many of the window knockers are low-class people, so they wake up their hosts according to the time of Big Ben, which sits on the banks of the Thames.It's not over until the host opens the window and throws them a penny or two.Then, they can move on to a second job.

When looking for a job that requires a window knocker.A blind villain caught him, pointed at him with a whip and threatened, "Boy, this generation is my place, and I will never allow you to find a job as a window knocker here. If you want to get a job from me If you get a job as a window knocker, turn over 20 shillings."

Obviously, this arrogant guy has occupied the territory of this district, and has taken control of the window knockers in this district.

Whitman didn't have 20 shillings.Therefore, you can only leave this area and go to the wealthy West End of London.Perhaps he could find work as a window knocker there.

Whitman forgot that there is no need for window-knockers in wealthy neighborhoods.Because they have servants to serve them.After he searched for several companies in a row, he suddenly realized that he had overlooked this point.

On the beautiful tall building, a boy from a rich family opened the window and said to him: "Our family does not need servants." He thought that Whitman came to seek work.

When he decided to leave the West End, a window in a building suddenly opened.The man with dark hair and green eyes pointed at him from the window and said, "Hey boy. I need a knocker."

This man is the god of death in black.

When he pretended not to see, a beautiful lady greeted upstairs from downstairs: "Good morning, Mr. Walter."

Mr. Walter replied, "Good morning, ma'am."

Whitman was shocked.The god of death has appeared.Would it be wrong if he pretended not to see it again?

Walter seemed to see through his mind, so he said with a smile: "You don't have to be afraid of me, as long as your lifespan is not over. I will not harvest your soul. So, please come up and have a cup of tea with me."

Confused for a moment, Whitman went upstairs.

The people living in this building are all wealthy businessmen.The shabby, patched Whitman was out of place in the building.He came to Walter's door and knocked.

"Knock knock knock".

The door opened, and the God of Death in black said with a pure smile, "Come in, little guy."

Whitman raised his usual smile: "Thank you, sir."

Whitman was invited into the hall, and Walt poured him a cup of hot tea: "This is the black tea I just bought today, I believe you will like it."

Whitman thanked him, and took a sip of the black tea—it was delicious tea.This was the best tea he had ever had, and the hot tea flowed down his throat and into his body.The cold body became warm.

"I need a window knocker." Walter fingered the sickle earring on his left ear, and he looked at the young man who was wary of him.

Putting down the teacup, Whitman said with a polite smile, "Thank you, Mr. Walter, for your kindness. It's just that this place is too far from the Eastside poorhouse, so I'm afraid I won't have time to knock on the window for you."

Walter propped his head up as a young boy, and he said gracefully: "I am not one of those harsh masters, so I won't scold you later."

Whitman weighed the allure of the job inwardly.

The other party's well-being undoubtedly brought him great convenience.Moreover, he has nothing good now, so no one wants to hire him as a short-term laborer.And when he finds what he wants to learn, the other party may not be willing to teach him.

In this way, he has no reason to refuse this easy job.

So, he smiled and said, "Thank you for giving me this job, and may God bless you."

Walter gave up: "I hate God."

After agreeing to the job, Whitman said goodbye and left.Then look for your next job.

After he was gone, Walter picked up a book and read it.

As soon as Whitman stepped out of the building, a demon flew up and followed him.

Next, he wanted to find a coolie who could work freely.

Perhaps the Ratcatcher was right for him, five rats for 5 shillings, and their corpses could be exchanged at the municipality.You know, the chief executives in the city hate this group of guys who start to be active in warm winter and increase dramatically in summer.Their existence brings disease and all kinds of destruction.And they couldn't figure out how to deal with this group of dirty guys for the time being, so they could only hand it over to the rat catchers.Let them bring the carcass of the mouse to exchange for money.

But catching mice is no easy task.Whitman remembers poor kids his age, unprotected, crawling into the London sewers, only to be attacked by rat rebels.In the end, he was brought back by the professional rat catcher sewer.This poor child, who only ate for a bite of bread, was gnawed to the bones by swarms of mice.

As a result, the London sewers have become an even scarier place for children than a witch's treehouse.Although the sewer can catch more rats, no one dares to go down blindly except professional rat catchers.The faint of heart, mostly left on the ground, catching rats in dumps or in the chaotic, squalid East End.

Whitman had caught rats on the East Side before, so he knew how to catch them.

But it's winter now, and most of the mice were frozen to death because they couldn't stand the cold winter.Most of the surviving mice hide in thousands of households.Therefore, these families need professional rat catchers to come into the home to catch pests that destroy furniture, threaten pets, bite farm animals, and young children.

In this regard, the remuneration given by individual families will be higher.

In winter, a rat catcher goes to arrest rats for his employer, usually in a team of two.This will prevent the cunning mouse from running away.

Whitman had come into contact with the Ratcatcher, so he came to the bridge hole.

In the bridge hole, the air is filled with gas that makes it difficult to breathe.People inside were burning coals and warming the fire, and others were holding black pots to boil milk or bake bread.There are all kinds of people living in it, and there is only a small mat in their territory.People who have just arrived in London and have nothing, mostly choose to settle here.

The rat catcher chose to live in this huge bridge hole that seemed to have no end in order to save money.

Whitman wears "resident" and comes to the place where the rat shoppers gather.He said, "Good afternoon, gentlemen."

A dozen or so rat catchers who were cooking and drinking looked up at him and said, "Good afternoon, boy."

Whitman Dominic: "I'm looking for a job catching rats."

Someone laughed: "Boy, there are huge rats in London, bigger than your head. They will jump on your head, and then stick out their sharp claws to dig through your head and eat your insides. So, You should go back to your mother's arms and be a good boy, not trying to be a rat catcher."

Whitman knew that the gentlemen wanted to scare him off.

And the rat catchers, from his clothes and his rough hands, knew that the boy was a poor boy.Perhaps, the parents are no longer alive and have become street children in London.There are too many such children.But in order to survive, you can only struggle.Even compete with stray dogs for food.

"Sir, I have caught mice with my own hands. The governor in the city hall once praised me as a very good mouse catcher." Then, Whitman described the skills of catching mice.

After hearing this, the rat catcher asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Whitman."

So the Ratcatcher invited him to sit down and poured him a glass of wine.Whitman, who had never drunk before, took it and downed it in one gulp.Then the spicy taste of the wine burned through his internal organs.He coughed continuously, coughing until tears fell out.The rat catcher laughed "hahahaha".

Soon, Whitman fit in with them.

These rat catchers are kind.They tell stories, telling Whitman the thrills and thrills of catching mice, and said: According to rumors, giant mice are possessed by the dead.

No one knows whether this rumor is true or not.

But giant rats are terrifying.It stood up and was able to reach Whitman's waist.And other mice, compared with these giant mice, are too weak.But although they are weak, it is terrifying to gather in groups.

Every spring, this group of mice hiding in the ground will give birth to more little mice.In the summer, they appear in droves in every corner of London.

The chief of the city hall can't wait to drop a bomb on the ground of London and kill these damn things.If you do this, you will undoubtedly blow up the whole of London.

The rat-catchers said they liked winter best.This allows jobs to be accepted from farms, aristocratic homes, and taverns, restaurants, bakeries, etc.Moreover, the work is much easier than in summer, and the money he gets is not low.

In summer, they can only get into the sewers, garbage dumps and other places to catch rats.Those restaurants, noble families, etc.But it is reasonable to keep the price down, so compared to summer.They prefer to work on farms and noble lords in winter.

While laughing and drinking, the rat catcher told Whitman their stories.Whitman smiled and listened to their stories.

The Ratcatcher loved the smile on his face.The kindness of this young man makes people like him.Therefore, he quickly integrated into them.And they accepted him frankly, and decided to take him to hunt mice.

The people who were willing to form a team with him were Eugene and Eugene, and the two men had smiles on their faces.They seem to like Whitman.

"Both of them like children," said a rat catcher next to Whitman.

"And—" continued the rat-catcher, "they're a couple."

Are they a couple?

Whitman suddenly realized.

It turned out that they were lovers.