As Xiao Yanbao stared intently at the red rope, a wisp of black smoke suddenly appeared. When the smoke dissipated, her uncle, dressed in a black cloak, reappeared before her.
This time, there was only one uncle, who was completely dark-skinned.
"Little girl, Uncle is here again." Death's face, shrouded in smoke, was clearly revealed to Xiao Yanbao for the first time.
His hair was silver, his face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, he had a pair of narrow eyes with rare emerald green pupils, a high nose bridge, and thin lips that were slightly curved, giving him an air of sinister charm.
Little Yanbao stared blankly at the uncle in front of him.
He's much better looking than the village idiot.
"Uncle, are you a foreigner?"
Xiao Yanbao stared at Death for a long time before suddenly asking this question.
Because his appearance was different from the people around her, he looked more like a foreigner on TV.
Death thought for a moment and said, "Uncle is a god from ancient Greece who lives in the underworld, so he's a foreigner."
The underworld is inhabited by gods who govern death according to legends from various countries; in the underworld, there are generally no distinctions between countries.
But, dividing up the territory...
Xiao Yanbao bit her lip, seemingly deep in thought. After a moment, she asked again, "Do you take responsibility for the deaths of people in our country?"
There is a City God Temple in their village, where the King of Hell is enshrined. The old people in the village say that the King of Hell controls everyone's life and death.
In Xiao Yanbao's mind, the King of Hell is the deity who takes away souls and lives.
"Of course, Uncle is the most powerful god in the underworld, and the entire human world is under Uncle's jurisdiction." Death couldn't help but boast.
Of course, this has always been his goal: as long as he defeats that brat Ye Ming, he will be the boss of the Underworld.
"Uncle, I want to see my mother." Little Yanbao believed him for the time being, her eyes full of expectation as she looked at him expectantly: "You promised me."
The little guy is kind of cute.
Death reached out and pinched Xiao Yanbao's cheek, saying, "Uncle knows. Uncle always keeps his word. I came here today for this very reason."
His hands were thin and long, as pale as his face, with black nails that looked like claws, as if they hadn't been trimmed in a long time.
Xiao Yanbao frowned in disgust: Uncle Death, you're so unhygienic!
"Where is my mother?" Little Yanbao couldn't wait any longer.
Death did not speak, but waved his wide sleeves, and a cloud of black mist rose out of thin air. In a moment, a figure appeared in the black mist, which was Yanbao's mother, Sang Zhirou.
"Mother!" Little Yanbao exclaimed in surprise, rushing towards the figure in the black mist: "Mother, Yanyan missed you so much!"
The little baby tried his best to express his longing, reaching out his little hand to grab, but he couldn't reach that familiar person.
She tried to grab it again, but all she grasped was a wisp of air.
The next second, the black mist spread, and the figures inside gradually became transparent...
"Mother?" Little Yanbao was clearly panicked, turning his eyes to look at the Grim Reaper: "Uncle, why can't Yanyan touch Mother?"
Death remained completely indifferent: "This is just a wisp of your mother's soul; of course you can't touch her."
soul……
Upon hearing these words, Xiao Yanbao felt a sharp pain in her heart.
"Yanyan wants to see her mother, Yanyan wants to touch her mother." She was anxious, her little face turning red: "Uncle lied to Yanyan, Yanyan won't make a deal with Uncle!"
Death frowned.
Tch, this little human girl is quite difficult to handle.
He was more clever than he had imagined.
"Uncle is a god, how could a god lie to people?" Death said with great conviction.
"Little Yan Yan, don't worry, Uncle won't lie to you. As long as you complete the task Uncle gives you, you will not only be able to see your mother, but also your father, and maybe even your grandparents!"
The terms he offered were becoming increasingly tempting.
"What task is Uncle going to give Yan Yan?" The little girl's eyes sparkled, and then, as if remembering something, she added, "Uncle will let Mom talk to Yan Yan first, otherwise Yan Yan won't agree!"
The little one suddenly became arrogant, which was indeed more difficult to handle than expected.
Death looked at the little guy in front of him who spoke in a childish voice and smacked his lips helplessly.
Xiao Yanbao suddenly glanced at him sideways: "Uncle Death can't possibly not do it, can he?"
grim Reaper:"……"
Why do I feel like I'm being looked down upon?
“Uncle is the Grim Reaper, how could he not do it?” The Grim Reaper’s abilities were undeniable, and he had to prove himself. He waved his hand and said, “You wait, I’ll let your mother talk to you right now.”
Upon hearing this, Yanbao unconsciously held her breath, her eyes fixed on her mother's figure.
Within the black mist, Sang Zhirou, who had previously appeared listless and like a walking corpse, suddenly regained consciousness and immediately saw Xiao Yanbao.
"Yan Yan!"
Sang Zhirou exclaimed in surprise, her eyes suddenly brightening. Her face was full of concern and worry: "Yan Yan, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have left you alone. Were you bullied by the villagers? Were you hurt? How are you doing now? Are you living a good life...?"
Countless questions, endless worries.
Even if a mother were to enter the underworld, she would still worry about her child.
"Mom..." Little Yanbao hesitated for a moment, then, realizing it really was her mother talking to her, she quickly grabbed her little arms and ran towards her mother, saying, "Yanyan missed you so much."
The little one wanted to rush into her mother's arms and act spoiled like before.
However, she came up empty-handed.
Her mother was already dead; all Death showed her was her mother's soul.
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