The smell of disinfectant suddenly became pungent.
The reaction of Tessa, the familiar female psychopomp of two days, left Ian confused. He even suspected that he had mistaken her for someone else. Was the person he was seeing now Tessa's twin sister?
There were many psychopomps.
Psychopomps existed everywhere in the world, distributed in every place where there was life. They were a kind of high-level life form wandering the mortal realm, whose duty was to guide those who passed away to their destined resting place. Places like hospitals were definitely spots where psychopomps frequently appeared.
Every soul about to depart would encounter a psychopomp.
There were also claims and evidence suggesting that psychopomps might be a special kind of angel, only their duties differed from those in Heaven. Their nature could be seen as a unique angelic form. Regardless of the theory, the undeniable fact was that the authority of all psychopomps came from the "Horseman of Death," one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
He was the most unique of the Four Horsemen, one of the oldest living beings in the universe, second only to God, and an incarnation of the concept of Death, much like Mistress Death.
And because of this.
The identity of [Death Knight's Retainer] could indeed bring Ian immense benefits. Of course, it could also come with a huge price, but either way, it was something the current Ian couldn't refuse.
Ian couldn't guess what the big shot was thinking.
He only knew that if there were benefits, he should be submissive, and if there were drawbacks, then fighting back was always the right choice. From the current perspective, being able to see the psychopomp was still a considerable benefit.
"Tessa?"
Ian saw the female psychopomp walking towards him.
"Oh?"
The female psychopomp's expression grew more surprised. Clearly, Ian had not mistaken her, she was indeed the female psychopomp Tessa. However, she displayed a sense of unfamiliarity towards Ian, as if they were meeting for the first time.
"Seriously, you can't be so angry that you're pretending not to know me just because I misused your blessing—no, your curse—a few times in the restroom, can you?"
Ian's first reaction was that the fickle super-old woman was being petty.
However.
"I don't understand what you're talking about, child. You shouldn't be able to see me. It violates the rules." The female psychopomp's eyes were very suspicious, and her expression of confusion didn't seem like acting.
"Are you sure we haven't met?"
Ian's Adam's apple bobbed.
He was very nervous.
It wasn't because of the gradually approaching female psychopomp, nor just because of her unfamiliar attitude. It was because as she got closer, he didn't smell that pleasant scent.
This gave Ian a chilling thought.
If the female psychopomp Tessa in front of him wasn't the same female psychopomp Tessa he had met, then who was the fake Tessa he had met?
[Temporary Curse: You are immune to death for twenty-four hours.]
Besides the Horseman of Death.
Who else possessed the authority to bestow such a curse?
Cold sweat.
Began to break out on Ian's forehead.
Perhaps his subconscious mind already had a guess, but Ian's will and soul clearly had their own ideas. He was unwilling to think about the reason for his cold sweat.
By not thinking.
Rounding it up, and deceiving himself four or five times, it was equivalent to the whole world remaining calm and peaceful. Ian gradually regained his composure with his perfect closed-loop logic.
"Have we met?" The female psychopomp stopped in front of Ian. They were close, one tall and one short. She looked at Ian with a serious expression, then shook her head.
"You are a complete stranger to me. I believe this is our first meeting." The female psychopomp Tessa could not find a single memory related to Ian in her long recollection.
*Gulp*
The sound of the boy swallowing was clearer.
The corridor lights suddenly flickered.
The female psychopomp suddenly looked sharply at the room where the patient was being resuscitated. The electrocardiogram on the machine connected to the patient's chest was almost a flat line, representing life fluctuations.
"I'm sorry, I don't have much time. Although I don't know why you can see me, this is not correct." The female psychopomp raised her slightly pale right hand.
"Relax, there won't be any pain. You need to forget our encounter. I believe such a special connection will guide us to meet again when you eventually leave this world."
The female psychopomp's voice was very gentle, even carrying a sense of closeness. Her hand was about to touch Ian's forehead, but she found that Ian actively leaned his head forward.
However.
The female psychopomp's hand did not touch the boy's forehead. Instead, the boy, who had opened his mouth, bit her wrist. Taken completely by surprise, she instantly froze in place.
"What are you doing?"
The female psychopomp Tessa looked utterly bewildered. She could feel Ian's teeth sinking in with force.
A moment later.
"I apologize. I just wanted to try it in the face of your unscrupulous sneak attack." Ian awkwardly released her hand and even politely pulled out a tissue to wipe the saliva off the female psychopomp's hand.
"It seems Einstein's theories still have considerable limitations." Ian's expression was melancholic. He was unwilling to believe that science had limits and was more inclined to believe his own teeth weren't sharp enough.
"?????"
This newly encountered Tessa was still confused. She could understand every word Ian said, but she just couldn't grasp what Ian was talking about. However, she did discover something unbelievable.
"Teeth marks."
The female psychopomp raised her hand, which Ian had wiped clean. Clearly visible teeth marks appeared on her wrist where she had been bitten, conveying a physical sensation she had never experienced before.
It was pain.
This was absolutely impossible. Psychopomps should be immune to all physical harm in the mortal world. Ian, who knew the nature of psychopomps, could largely understand the female psychopomp's confusion.
"I think it's because of this reason. Can't you see it?" Ian raised the back of his hand, where the brand mark from the Horseman of Death was flashing.
"Is it some kind of magical power?"
The female psychopomp couldn't see or feel it. She merely frowned slightly and suddenly spoke to the air, seemingly out of the blue, "Andrew, I need some help here."
As soon as her voice faded.
The next moment.
A slick-haired man in a black uniform silently appeared behind Ian. He was clearly also a psychopomp. His well-defined knuckles were placed directly on Ian's skull.
"Tessa, can't you even handle a little boy with a spiritual sight?" The man's voice from behind carried a hint of laziness. He then mischievously squeezed Ian's head hard.
"Dude, you messed up my hairstyle." Ian was startled at first. Then, without hesitation, he immediately turned around and delivered a precise groin strike to the psychopomp behind him.
The hit was accurate.
The handsome psychopomp named Andrew instantly stiffened, then fell to his knees, covering his crotch with disbelief, letting out a heart-wrenching howl.
"It's broken! It's really broken! It shouldn't break!"
The pain intensified.
This caused the male psychopomp to roll frantically on the ground. People were constantly walking back and forth around them, but they couldn't see the psychopomps, only looking strangely at the boy acting peculiar.
"This is impossible! You can truly harm a psychopomp!" The female psychopomp Tessa saw her companion's misery and felt her legs tighten. She quickly retreated a few steps, distancing herself from Ian.
Ian did not answer the female psychopomp's question. Having discovered that he could indeed harm life forms like psychopomps, he simply raised his fist, which bore the flashing brand, and mused.
"This must be the great gift you gave me, big boss." Ian pulled the mysterious pendant from his clothes and held it to his lips as if making a call.
"If it's truly you, please make a sound, big boss! Otherwise, I'm going to call you God-Daddy, alright?" Ian's tone was not actually flattering.
It was simply filled with a strong desire to improve and level up by exploiting bugs every day. This "call" might not have gone through, as Ian didn't hear any whispers from an Old God.
However.
[Death Knight's Retainer]
On the status bar.
The original icon was warping.
Distorting.
[Death Knight's Devotee]
It changed its appearance and its name.
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