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Pure Spirit Pavilion.

A ray of sunlight shone into the house through the window, and Frank, who was lying on the bed covered in bandages, slowly opened his eyes.

What catches the eye is the old wooden ceiling.

The position where the ceilings are connected to each other has not been repaired for many years, and has been lifted by the rising hair of the rain bubbles. If you look closely, you can still see the traces of insects left on the wooden boards.

This is a loft, furnished very simply.

Except for the bed and quilt that was pieced together with wooden planks at no time, there was only one chandelier hanging from the ceiling in the entire attic.

Although the decoration is very simple, Frank is very relieved, because this is the Jingling Pavilion.

"I'm... not dead?"

This was the first thought that popped into Frank's mind, but then the intense pain caused him to take a deep breath, feeling as if his bones and muscles had been run over by a car.

This is good news.

Because he will feel the pain, it can prove that he is still alive!

It's a good thing to live, but it's also a pity...

The memory emerged little by little, and there was a gloom in Frank's eyes, and he still failed to avenge Gwen after all.

Frank sighed and sat up from the bed.

Looking at the only half of his left arm and the bow-tie bandaging technique, Frank couldn't help showing a dumbfounded expression.

This kind of dressing method full of little girls looks like Yinmeng did it.

If it was according to his habit, just the wasted bandage on the big bow would be enough for another wrap.

Frank wasn't saddened by the loss of an arm, after all, it was a miracle that he was still alive under those circumstances.

Get up and get dressed.

Frank packed up and went downstairs.

Inside the living room.

Yinmeng carried a large bowl of ice cream, sat barefoot on the sofa, watching TV while eating, and said intently: "You don't have to move around for a while, or if the wound collapses, don't come to me again."

Frank had a bitter expression on his face, nodded, and said, "Where is Lord? I have something to ask him."

Yinmeng raised her finger and pointed in the direction of the underground space: "Brother is in the playground, but I suggest that you'd better go later."

"Why?" Frank asked suspiciously.

"Brother is doing 'Knife Zen' and doesn't like to be disturbed. Don't blame me for not reminding you. If you don't want to be beaten, it's best not to go." Yinmeng spent two scoops of ice cream in her stomach again, her eyes still lingering. Staring at the cartoons on TV.

"Then I'll go down and wait for him." Frank glanced at the TV, which played a cat and a mouse, and shook his head and walked towards the underground space.

inside the playground.

Lorde sat cross-legged on a flat ground, with the Zanpakutō placed across his legs, his eyes closed as if he was meditating.

As soon as Frank came down, Lord opened his eyes.

"Still not working..."

Lord sighed, a look of helplessness flashed across his eyes.

He insisted on talking with Zanpakutō every day, but every time without exception, he was forcibly 'kicked' out of his inner world.

Is there a god of death worse than him?

It is estimated that in the history of the entire Soul Society, there are not many people who were rejected by his own Zanpakutō, right?

But that's okay!

Who made him envious of others' abilities? As long as he perseveres, Zanpakutō will follow him sooner or later!

Seeing Frank walking towards him, Lord packed his mind and asked, "You came to me to ask what happened that day?"

Frank nodded and said solemnly: "Yes, I want to ask, how is Jin Bing and that virtual?"

Lorde sighed slightly and said his prepared remarks: "Unfortunately, when I arrived, I could only save you in time. As for Jin Bing...he was taken away."

Frank's expression changed a little, and he said suspiciously, "Who took Jinbian?"

"It's a Quincy..."

Lord said regretfully: "Hasward suddenly appeared and took Jin Bing."

Hasward....

As soon as he heard the name, Frank's heart sank and his face became ashen.

During the last New York war, although he did not witness it with his own eyes, he felt that terrifying spiritual pressure at a distance of dozens of streets, as if it would crush the whole person. Still fresh in my memory!

An enemy that even the captain can't stop, Lord is even more impossible to stop.

Frank said again: "What about the virtual one?"

Lord shook his head and sighed: "Unfortunately, when the virtual saw me coming, he had already escaped through the virtual cavity."

ran away......

This result made Frank a little unacceptable, and exclaimed in surprise: "Are you kidding me? With your strength, you can actually let it escape?"

Lorde didn't lift his eyelids, and said coldly: "Speaking of this, I would like to thank you, if you hadn't given it an arm, it wouldn't have evolved into Achucas, let alone Possibly opening a virtual cavity."

"..."

Frank was speechless, completely speechless.

What does Achukas mean? He has seen it in [One Hundred Things Death God Must Know]. He already has a human-level IQ, and it is normal to see Lord running away.

By the way.

This book was compiled by Yinmeng, and the content is about some common sense problems of death and emptiness.

"there's one more thing."

Lord took out a cell phone from his arms, threw it to Frank, and said, "Take this cell phone and don't lose it."

"What's this for?" Frank asked with a puzzled look as he took the phone and fiddled with it a few times.

"This is called a messenger." Lord said indifferently: "The various divisions in the corpse and soul world are used to convey orders to the god of death in this world, and to detect the surrounding spiritual bodies."

Frank looked at his phone, and suddenly had an ominous premonition: "You gave me this, wouldn't you mean..."

"That's right!"

Lord nodded solemnly and said, "The order from the Soul Society has been issued. From today onwards, you will be the official God of Death in charge of the New York area."

Frank's mouth twitched: "New York...I'm in charge?"

Lord nodded and said, "Yes, it's like the transcendence of the spirit body, and the beheading of some virtual worlds that invade the world. These tasks are all yours."

"Wait..."

The amount of information was a bit large for a while, and Frank covered his forehead and asked, "I've done it, so what are you doing?"

Lord looked as he should: "Of course I am in charge of supervising you."

"Do you know how big New York is? Even if I'm a god of death, I can't do it if I'm exhausted!" Frank took a few deep breaths in a row to avoid being pissed off.

"It's okay~"

Lord showed a kind smile: "Death will not die of exhaustion, and there is no eight-hour workday in the Soul Society."

"But...then what if I don't finish it?" Frank was still a little unwilling and tried to struggle again.

"will die."

"..."

Frank was in a trance, feeling as if he had joined a black-hearted company.

no holidays...

No eight-hour workday...

No bonus and salary....

24 hours a day throughout the year, if you dare to ask for leave, you will die, and capitalists will call you an expert when they see it!

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