"I am the Ferryman wandering between Hell and the Mortal World.
Hello, Professor Kong."
Li Yang wore a faint smile, looking at the elderly man on the bed, responding calmly.
The old man widened his eyes in terror.
Is this the Death God?!
Soon, the old man felt a sense of relief.
He had already rehearsed the act of dying countless times in his heart.
"Am I going to die?"
Kong Qianqiu asked calmly, his aged hand reluctantly stroking his daughter's hair.
Li Yang did not answer Kong Qianqiu's question but walked to the bedside, bent slightly, and found the bed's crank.
He reached out and gently shook the bed rail.
The bed creaked as Kong Qianqiu's back was raised, slowly sitting up.
Li Yang looked up:
"Is this angle okay?"
Kong Qianqiu was taken aback.
He had imagined the appearance of the Death God, but did not expect the Death God to be so refined and gentle.
Kong Qianqiu nodded:
"Thank you."
A shadow clouded his eyes:
"Mister Death God, so am I going to die?"
