What a sad king skill. Shen Jungu thought to himself that it is not interesting to be able to predict other people's deaths.

Knowing that they would die, they were helpless and could not do anything. This king skill can only be foreseeable and cannot be stopped.

I once tried that Shen Jungu had a good friend in the past. The kind that was very good. One day, Shen Jungu accidentally saw a countdown on her forehead. Shen Jungu wanted to save her friend's life, but she could not predict the way her friend died. She thought many ways and thought the most reliable thing was to let her friend stay in the house at the last moment of the countdown and eliminate all dangerous factors.

Despite doing so, the friend suddenly covered his chest and fell to the ground when the countdown was only one second left.

She was weak due to myocardial infarction.

From then on, Shen Jungu knew that the arrival of the God of Death could not be stopped.

Just as I was thinking, the subway arrived at the station.

The car door opened and the passengers left the subway one after another.

Shen Jungu also stood up. She saw the old man put away the newspaper and walked in front of her.

As for the black suit, it followed closely.

She followed behind and walked towards the escalator.

But there were a lot of people on the escalator. The old man changed his mind and turned to the stairs.

A black suit followed behind him.

At this time, a hurried white-collar worker ran down the stairs.

Maybe I had to catch the subway, but the white-collar worker walked very quickly. He looked at his watch while walking.

He didn't see the old man from bottom up at all.

Shen Jungu seemed to have foreseeed that the white collar would knock down the old man. The old man fell down the stairs and died.

Is this how he died?

If you make a sound to stop it now, you may be able to stop it.

Otherwise, would you just watch him fall to death?

Shen Jungu was a little embarrassed and was about to speak out.

Suddenly—"Don't be too troublesome."

A voice came from behind.

Shen Jun looked back and saw the primary school student standing behind him, smiling terriblely, and holding a kitchen knife in his hand. The kitchen knife was covered with blood.

What's strange is that when someone passes by such a strange elementary school student, he is indifferent, as if he treats him as transparent.

That's right. Others can't see him.

Because, he is a primary school student of the Grim Reaper - called Deatharo. Shen Jungu has seen him before, but this is the first time he has been approached by him. As for that black suit? He is just a strange office worker, not a Grim Reaper. The black suit has already walked up the stairs and left.

"I know you." Shitaro showed his fangs and his eyes were gloomy. "I heard from my colleagues that there is a girl who can see the god of death and predict death. That girl is you."

Shen Jungu didn't talk to him, just stared at him.

Taro Hitori chuckled, "Don't try to stop the old man from his death. In this case, Death will cause trouble for you."

As he was talking, suddenly, the sound of rolling and falling came from the stairs.

Immediately afterwards, someone started shouting.

Someone was screaming.

Shen Jun turned around and saw the old man falling to the ground, his head bleeding. The white-collar worker was squatting beside him, anxiously checking the situation, while complaining: "I didn't mean it. I really didn't mean it."

Sure enough, it was like this...

Shen Jungu sighed in his heart.

At this time, she saw a spirit floating out of the old man's body.

That is the soul of the old man. Of course, many people call this ghost.

He seemed to have no clear understanding of his death. He stared at his body with a shocked look on his face. After a while, he came to his senses, "I just died like this." He also sighed. "I still want to pick up my grandson from school and make him a favorite supper or something."

His expression was not much sad.

When people get old, they will die. Perhaps many people will be mentally prepared in their twilight years.

Shitaro walked behind the old man.

"Hey, old man."

His tone was rude and he was not respectful at all.

The old man turned around and said, "Are you..."

Shitaro put his kitchen knife back into his schoolbag, "My name is Shitaro, I am the god of death who brought you to the underworld."

"Ah! So there is really a god of death in this world."

"Otherwise. Let's go quickly." Hitotaro said impatiently.

"But, I still want to pick up my grandson from school." The old man begged Hitotaro, "Can you help me?"

"No." Ditaro refused brutally, "Death will not interfere with human affairs. Your time is here, come with me."

"You kid, at such a young age, why isn't you sympathetic at all?" The old man got angry.

Taro Hitomi's expression was gloomy, "Damn old man, don't make a mistake. I am the god of death. I'm not a naughty child."

"No matter what, you have to be a little sympathetic." The old man was still arguing with him. "If I can't get my grandson, at least I have to make a call for my son to answer."

"Are you old man sick?" Taro Hitomi had a very irritable temper, "Come with me quickly."

"If you don't help me, I won't leave!"

At this time, Shen Jungu stood up and said, "Or why I'll call you."

Her interruption attracted the old man's attention, "Can you see me?"

"Yeah." She nodded. In fact, to others, she was a strange guy, talking to herself in the air.

"That's great. Thank you so much. My son's phone call..."

Finally, Shen Jungu called out the phone. The person who answered the phone was the old man's son. After explaining the situation to him, he hung up the line.

The old man finished a matter of thought and was extremely grateful to her.

"This time, you can leave." Kitaro said angrily.

The old man then agreed to follow it.

The figures of the two people disappeared like air.

Shen Jungu put away his cell phone and walked towards the escalator as if he was lost.
Chapter completed!