If only those nearing death could see Sister Death, then he must have already been dead for many years.
Qiao Zhihe shook his head, not taking it seriously.
In his heart, a vague curiosity about another matter lingered.
In the blink of an eye, another three years passed.
This year, Qiao Zhihe was fourteen, already at the age of adolescent awakening.
This year, Ho Qing was twenty-eight, still drifting through life with ease.
Gu Shengyin had now been in this world for seven years.
She had fully adapted to her current days, on one hand keeping an eye on Ho Qing, occasionally visiting Qiao Zhihe, but spending most of her time traversing between the realms of the living and the dead with the souls of the departed.
The system couldn't help but sigh: This truly is the world where the host is the most dedicated in their tasks.
Isn't it dedication?
The work of the Grim Reaper was executed to perfection by Gu Shengyin!
But Gu Shengyin was actually distressed.
