He Qing felt despair.

It seemed that she felt what powerlessness was for the first time.

But it's not just her that she feels powerless?

Because Gu Sheng was the god of death, he had no choice when he saw Qiao Zhihe's death getting closer and closer.

The only thing Gu Shengyin could do was to spend more time with Qiao Zhihe in the last two months.

Every time she went to see Qiao Zhihe, she could see the other party's happy smile.

She thought that in this life, she should be Qiao Zhihe’s very good friend, right?

Qiao Zhihe is not introverted, but he tends to be quiet. When he is fine, he will only travel on the painting board alone to find inspiration.

Judging from Gu Shengyin's observation, she is likely to be one of Qiao Zhihe's best friends.

Sometimes, Gu Shengyin would look at him from afar and not show up.

Watching him draw for free on the square with many children and adults.

But he never painted portraits.

Gu Sheng saw his portraits that he had studied for so many years and had copied them in the teaching classroom. He had never seen him paint portraits.

Some people also say that people are like Qiao Zhihe’s shortcomings. He knows that he is not good at it, so he never touches his hands.

But Gu Shengyin doesn't think so.

Perhaps in her eyes, her own people are always the best.

She felt that there must be a reason why Qiao Zhihe didn't draw portraits, not that he couldn't draw them well.

Another month passed.

There is still one month before Qiao Zhihe's death.

And that man's condition is getting worse and worse.

He Qing's patience seemed to have reached a limit.

The city begins to die.

It was not an accident. The murderer had no target to kill someone. He seemed to want to kill someone, so he took action.

There was not a superb method of committing the crime, but the police could not find the murderer.

Every time they investigate a case, they never find the key clue, as if something had erased those things in the dark.

Gu Sheng was heartbroken when he looked at him.

Because of He Qing's fate, she cannot die, she cannot be imprisoned, and she will not be caught.

What about others?

Those who came home from get off work and waited for a bite of hot rice died innocently in He Qing's hands.

Yes, those people have names on Gu Shengyin's record book.

It shows that their life span ends on that day.

Gu Shengyin may be able to comfort himself that even without He Qing's behavior, they may die of a fall or an accidental car accident.

But Gu Shengyin looked at it and found it ridiculous - no matter how you look at it, those people seemed to pay for it.

Because Gu Shengyin once clearly saw that when He Qing took action, there was a change in her record book.

Some people's fates change with her movements.

The merit power on He Qing's body is also gradually decreasing - but at this speed, before this layer of merit golden light disappears, she can still be free for countless years.

Over the past countless years, I don’t know how many souls she will add to her.

The most hateful thing is that every time He Qing kills a person, he will arrogantly write a sentence in blood: "Salute to the God of Death."

The police all thought it was a declaration of criminals, and they thought it was a provocation to the police.

But not.

That was He Qing's provocation to the god of death.
Chapter completed!