"I want revenge." "Damn the chaebol master." "I hate it so much." "No, I don't want to die yet." "...You will always be my person."

In the sleep, complicated voices whispered in my ears, men and women, they tried their best to tell their desires and resentment. Whose response do they want?

What's the story behind them?

Aoki didn't care at all, he just felt that these people were so idle that they were sleeping at around 2 a.m. "It's midnight, do whatever you want, don't be in the door... Where is this?"

His irritable roar was replaced by doubt, and the scenery in front of him was clearly not in the multi-person dormitory next to the road.

The dark mist rolled around, European-style candlesticks placed on the rectangular tabletop, five candles were lit, and the faint candlelight shone out the empty seats on both sides.

He pinched the inner side of his thigh with his hands, which hurt a little, which meant that he was not dreaming.

This is a real supernatural event!

Excited, fearful, two completely different moods twisted into a ball in his chest. He took a deep breath, suppressed those complicated emotions, and shouted tentatively: "Hello, is there anyone here?"

No one answered, a buzzing sound came from the right, and he swallowed nervously, swaying between waiting in place and looking forward.

A little, no one responded.

He couldn't help but feel curious, grabbed the candlestick on the table and walked slowly towards the right.

Walking through three high-back seats, the long table had reached its head, and the candlelight shone out the samurai sword inserted on the dark ground.

Without a scabbard, the snow-clear blade was exposed, trembling gently, as if saying hello?

Aoki instantly understood their names, as well as their liberation language, and their abilities.

"Zanpakura in Death?" he murmured in a low voice, his face a little confused.

The things in front of him were completely beyond his perception.

He placed the candlestick in the corner of the table, walked forward, reached out to hold the purple hilt, and said in a deep voice: "Everything is full of ashes, and the flowing blade is like fire!"

boom.

Blazing flames emerged from the blade, and the flames instantly illuminated the darkness in front of you.

More than a few Zanpakus were inserted into the black soil, thousands of Zanpakus were inserted, and they all made a sound of swords, and the strange sounds of the sound were shaking the space.

"Ah!" Qingmu was in a split pain and wanted to find something to touch it hard.

Mysterious knowledge and strange life flashed rapidly in my mind.

In less than five minutes, the young man named Sakai Aoki finished his whole life. It was said to be a tragic movie, but nothing was wrong.

Compared with this one, the orphan of Aoki can be said to be very happy.

Sakai Aoki didn't know who his father was, but grandma said that he was abandoned by his mother at the doorstep.

The irresponsible woman was fooled by the child outside but was unwilling to raise her own child, so she left her hometown and had no news for more than ten years.

It makes the teenager's life very bad.

In Japan, if you want to avoid campus bullying, students are either ordinary families or superior families.

Single-parent families often mean weakness, not to mention his child raised by his grandmother.

He was bullied by his classmates, ran errands, worked on duty, and occasionally acted as a human sandbag. The original owner tried to resist at the beginning, and ushered in more intense oppression.

Finally, the young man recognized the reality and silently endured all oppression.

Those negative emotions accumulate in my heart until my grandmother's death is completely ignited.

No matter how strict the grandmother is, in the boy's heart, she is still his only relative.

It is also the last warmth of the boy in this desperate world.

When this warmth disappears, the world is only cold and desperate, and cannot face these teenagers, choose to commit suicide by cutting their wrists.

Even though it was a movie-like memory, the deep despair still made Aoki feel the urge to cry.

I was so desperate that I didn’t even feel revenge on others, and I just wanted to die early and reborn soon.

Aoki sat in the bathtub for a long time, and the gradually increasing cold made him get rid of the dead feeling. He quickly got up from the bathtub, turned on the hot water switch, and rinsed the blood on his body.

He didn't touch the blood scab on his right wrist, for fear that he would fall off. If he bleeds again, God would know if he could live again.

He washed away the blood from his thighs, wrapped it in a white bath towel, and washed away the blood from the bathtub.

If you stay, it looks quite snarky.

Aoki made these things well, walked to the mirror in the bathroom, and looked at his current appearance.

Not as handsome as he was before, he could be called a straight facial features and bright eyes, without any turbidity or blood.

He nodded with satisfaction, pointed his finger at the toothpaste on the sink, "Bind one of the ways, plug it."

The bulging toothpaste suddenly became flattened, as if it was pressed by some invisible object.

"Explanation." Aoki did not continue to maintain the plug. He just wanted to test whether there was any relevant knowledge about that space. Is it true?

From the fact that he can use the bound Tao, it is enough to prove that there is more knowledge similar to the instructions in his mind, which is not false.

If he wants to become stronger in the future, he needs to find someone who can be recognized by Zanpakura, and hand over Zanpakura to that person, so that he can become the god of death.

The more death gods, the stronger they are, the stronger their power will be.

To put it simply, the person who makes the most profits in a large company will definitely not be a migrant worker, but a big boss above a migrant worker.

Aoki is the big boss.

The efforts of the gods of death will pay off.

But the biggest and most abundant reward is always here.

Aoki finished the test and stepped out of the bathroom door. The living room was dim. He touched the wall with his hand and touched the switch of the light.

As soon as the light was turned on, the dimness was dispersed, and the simple living room was displayed in front of him, and there was a corpse on the recliner.

That is the original owner's grandmother, who did not die suddenly due to illness, but died quietly in her sleep.

The thick blanket was covered with her body, and her reading glasses were taken off and placed on the round table next to her. The old man was probably tired at noon and wanted to take a rest.

Then, I could no longer open my eyes.

Aoki looked at the body and decided to call the old man's sons to notify the old man's sons. He did not understand the specific process of the funeral and did not know how to deal with the body.

He picked up the phone used by the old man and clicked on the address book. The last time he talked to his son was two years ago.

Is this number valid?

He complained in his heart, and he felt relieved when he heard the beeping sound of his phone.

"Hey, why are you looking for me?"

"I am Aoki. Grandma passed away in the afternoon. What should I do when the funeral is going to be done?"

“…”

I was silent on the other end of the phone for a while, "I'm looking for my second child, I'm busy with work recently."

The phone hung up, and he had no choice but to call his dick's phone number, "Hey, I'm Aoki, grandma passed away in the afternoon, funeral."

"If you die, you will die. Why call me? I don't care about her legacy."

Beep, the phone hangs up.

He took a few deep breaths and called his youngest son, "I am Aoki, and my grandmother passed away in the afternoon, for the funeral."

"I'm busy with work now, and I'll come back to deal with it in a few days."

"Hey, then I," he wanted to ask how to deal with the body, but the other side hung up again.

This youngest son is not reliable either.

Aoki thought for a while, how many days would the body smell smelly if it was left in the house?

He dialed the fourth number along the address book and said, "Hey, cousin Xianzi, grandma died in the afternoon."
Chapter completed!