The God of Death

Liu Chang'an flung open the door with a punch. It was a typical old-style apartment building, with two bedrooms, a living room, a small balcony, and a toilet. The living room also served as a dining room. Now, there were only two beds and a thick CRT color TV in the apartment. This thing was practically an antique, but thankfully it wasn't a black and white TV.

The young man monitoring him was quite patient; his bed was by the window, and by opening the window slightly, he could monitor Liu Chang'an with binoculars. There were some scattered bits of household garbage left in the room.

For criminal investigators, these household garbage items are important items that can lead to clues, but Liu Chang'an didn't care and just glanced at them before leaving.

After wandering around the neighborhood, they found nothing else. It seemed that even if there were multiple surveillance points, they had been removed after the young man was exposed, and they couldn't be sure whether Liu Chang'an had discovered any more surveillance points.

Liu Chang'an thought for a moment and decided to reason with the person first, since he was a reasonable person. So he went home, got ink and a pen, and wrote the five characters "Reaper's Retreat" on the utility pole at the entrance of the community.

He had already issued a warning: if others couldn't see this message or understand its meaning, and still barged in to play, Liu Chang'an couldn't care less about what would happen to them.

Only by living long can one kill many people. Only those who are immortal and reap lives are qualified to be called the Grim Reaper; otherwise, they are nothing more than executioners.

Liu Chang'an was quite satisfied with his improved realm and style. In fact, he often wondered if he belonged to the category of "immortals". However, considering that he could neither fly nor summon wind and rain, being aloof and detached from worldly affairs would be too boring. In the end, he decided to remain a person.

However, it's quite interesting that he randomly named himself "Grim Reaper." He doesn't care whether he's qualified to be "Grim Reaper" or not, because no one is qualified to say he isn't.

Liu Chang'an looked up at the Baolong Center, which resembled a stairway to heaven. He knew he was far from being a "god" like in the legends, but improving his strength was still achievable. He had jumped from the 452-meter Baolong Center once, but the effect wouldn't be as good next time. His goal should be to raise it to a building over 600 meters tall.

There are only a handful of skyscrapers this height in the world, let alone in China. Actually, it doesn't necessarily have to be a skyscraper. Many cliffs and mountain peaks are taller than this. He wouldn't really be obsessed with jumping off a building to increase his height. The main reason he chose Baolong Center last time was because it was close and convenient.

Actually, ramming the high-speed train was an option, but it would be too dangerous for others and would be no different from terrorism. In this relatively peaceful era, Liu Chang'an was unwilling to do such a thing.

The strange thing is, if one's genes can already inherit immortality, then why can one still evolve and improve physical functions?

According to scientific principles, if genes were to achieve immortality, the inheritor would lose the ability to reproduce, since this ability would no longer be necessary. Logically, their own evolution should also cease. So why can they still improve?

This is a contradiction, and also a mystery that Professor Liu once studied but could not solve.

Liu Chang'an stared at his own writing, lost in thought for a long time, before finally going back to put away the ink and brush.

Just as he was about to go play cards, Zhu Juntang sent him a message, inviting Liu Chang'an to go read a book.

Generally speaking, if someone sends Liu Chang'an a message asking him to meet, or like the Third Mistress, asking him to arrange a time to meet, Liu Chang'an would ignore it. However, Zhu Juntang was clearly more experienced. When she invited Liu Chang'an to read a book, she didn't make Liu Chang'an feel indifferent, thinking, "If you want to see me, then come on your own." He would go happily.

Liu Chang'an went happily.

Zhong Qing greeted Liu Chang'an downstairs, which surprised Liu Chang'an. He asked, "I've seen Zhu Juntang times recently, but you haven't been with her. Aren't you with Third Mistress today?"

Zhong Qing glanced at Liu Chang'an and, finding that he seemed to have no other hidden meaning and his expression was normal, she felt relieved and said, "Third Mistress is not in a good mood today and wants to be alone for a while."

"Does Third Mistress usually live with Zhu Juntang?" Liu Chang'an asked casually.

"How could that be? This place is too small; there's not enough room." Zhong Qing shook his head.

Liu Chang'an didn't ask any more questions and went to Zhu Juntang's library. However, Zhu Juntang was not there. Zhong Qing said, "There are a few wisps of moon hanging in the clouds tonight, and the night is quite nice. The Third Miss has prepared a book club for you upstairs."

Since the Third Mistress had brought up the matter of the arranged marriage, Zhong Qing's attitude had changed somewhat. Normally, she would have some thoughts and suggestions about such ambiguous situations where men and women met alone, but naturally she wouldn't now.

Liu Chang'an didn't try to eat too much at once; only a monkey would randomly pick corn in a cornfield. Liu Chang'an saw a few books that interested him at the entrance of the library, but he didn't look for any more interesting books. He just took these books and went upstairs to find Zhu Juntang.

He knew very well that Zhu Juntang had no interest in reading; she was just using this as an excuse to ask him to meet.

She could go to him; she probably wouldn't feel that descending to the mortal realm was beneath her dignity. It's natural for girls to want to meet him here, finding a place where a story might unfold to talk.

Just like some girls who confess their feelings to each other in familiar places to give her more security and courage, some boys who try to win back their exes will go to the place where they first confessed their feelings to remind her of the emotions they felt back then.

Actually, these are all useless ideas, just wishful thinking. Whether you succeed or not has nothing to do with them.

Zhu Juntang certainly didn't come to confess her feelings to Liu Chang'an; her expression was even somewhat angry.

Just like the expressions on the faces of aunties when they are told that the charlatan has no magic power after losing their virginity.

"I come from the mortal realm, I envy no celestial being. Speak freely if you have something to say." Liu Chang'an sat cross-legged. No matter how angry Zhu Juntang was, she had already prepared the scene for the book gathering. Fruit platters, snacks, tea tables, wine, beverages, poetry, books, collections of books, movies, music, and articles were all prepared. It seemed that she had given the order, and someone had prepared the scene according to the small gathering of young ladies from noble families.

"Liu Chang'an, Qin Yanan said you lied to me! You said you knew Qin Shi Huang, but that's a scam text message trick!" Zhu Juntang said bluntly.

"Wasn't that meme invented by you Taiwan? We even call you 'Fraud Island' because of it," Liu Chang'an said calmly.

That's not the point!

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