My room has an arbitrary door

Chapter 610 Starting from 3000 years...

Cold, quiet, dim, and eerie!
This has always been the most intuitive feeling of the mortuary, and it is also the reason why many people are unwilling to step into the morgue.

After all, there are dead people here, who likes to come to such a creepy place?

Wei Ziqing stood at the door of the mortuary. He didn't feel any fear or fear for such a place. After all, these were just dead people.

And let alone tens of thousands of people who died in his hands, even monsters and goblins, he has also come into contact with beheading and killing quite a few.

It's just that when standing here, Wei Ziqing's footsteps stopped, and a smile of interest appeared on his face.

"It's interesting..."

Smiling softly in his heart, Wei Ziqing directly pushed open the door, the light inside was extremely dim, and there was a person lying in the middle of the room, covering half of his body with a white cloth.

Wei Ziqing recognized at a glance that this was the dead Todd.

However, Wei Ziqing did not look at Todd, but looked at a dark corner aside.

There, a figure was sitting there quietly.

Wei Ziqing was looking at him.

He was also looking at Wei Ziqing.

Neither of them spoke, but a depressive atmosphere spread around them.

He frowned tightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Although Wei Ziqing's face remained calm, what shocked him was that he couldn't feel any anger from this person.

"How is it possible? As long as people are angry, why isn't he?"

Demons have a demonic aura, people have aura, immortals have a fairy aura, and ghosts have a ghostly aura!
However, the black man in a black suit in front of him didn't have any aura, like a dead person, how could Wei Ziqing not be shocked!

"After waiting for more than ten days, someone finally came. It's a bit late at this time!" The man stood up and walked out of the darkness slowly.

He looked at Wei Ziqing with curiosity and pity, that kind of eyes made Wei Ziqing's originally calm face look a little gloomy.

"You knew I was coming?"

No one knows that he will come, how does this mysterious etiquette master know, and what is the meaning of his eyes, as if he is watching an ant struggling uselessly!
"I knew you would come eventually, but I didn't expect that you would be the only one who came!"

Hearing what the etiquette master said, Wei Ziqing was silent for a while: "Are you paying attention to us?"

"I've been following you since Flight 180!"

No wonder, it turned out to be the case.

This mysterious etiquette master knew the existence of the god of death. When flight 180 started, he knew that it was the masterpiece of the god of death. It is not surprising that he paid attention to himself and others.

"who are you?"

Wei Ziqing said, he wanted to know this question for a long time.

"who am I?"

Hearing Wei Ziqing's question, the black etiquette master didn't say anything, just looked at Wei Ziqing and shook his head for a long time:

"I don't know who I am. It's been too long, and I've forgotten who I am. Besides, I think you came here today, maybe it's not because of this matter?"

Wei Ziqing didn't pay attention to the words of the etiquette teacher, but took a step forward, still staring at the etiquette teacher: "Are you the god of death?"

Reaper, in the plot I already know, only this person is the most likely to be Reaper!
Whether it's the first part of Death Comes, or even the fifth part, this mysterious etiquette master has never been absent.

Coupled with his familiarity with the God of Death, Wei Ziqing believes that even if he is not the God of Death, he definitely has a lot to do with the God of Death.

Moreover, there was no anger on the hostess, so no matter how much the host wanted to change the topic, Wei Ziqing still wanted to know who he was!
"Reaper, who are you, how do you know the existence of Reaper?"

Hearing Wei Ziqing's words, the etiquette master's face finally changed: "Tell me, who are you? How could you know the existence of Death?"

The etiquette master was extremely shocked. He thought that this person came here because he wanted to know what happened to Todd's death.

But seeing now, he didn't mean that at all, but came for the god of death, which was beyond his own surprise.

After all, in this world, except for myself, no one knows who is the God of Death!
The corner of Wei Ziqing's mouth twitched slightly, obviously he was asking who he was, why did he ask who he was again?
But even so, Wei Ziqing also affirmed one thing, that is, the etiquette teacher in front of him is definitely not the god of death, otherwise, he would never be so shocked.

This kind of shock is not the shock of being exposed, but the shock of someone in this world who knows the God of Death.

Thinking of this, Wei Ziqing was silent for a while, without saying anything, he stretched out his hand, and under the shocked gaze of the etiquette master, he directly grabbed him in his hand.

He even tore open the void casually, grabbed the etiquette master and disappeared into the mortuary. When he appeared, he was already on the roof of the hospital!

"This... this is the rooftop of the hospital, this... how is this possible..."

The etiquette master looked at this scene dully, weren't they in the morgue just now, how could they appear here all of a sudden?
Moreover, that scene just now...

"There is nothing impossible. Since there is a god of death in this world, then there is nothing impossible. And this is my identity, an existence with special abilities. Now, can you tell me who the god of death is?"

Who are you and who am I? Wei Ziqing didn't want to play anymore, so he decided to reveal his strength.

Regardless of whether the etiquette teacher is afraid of something, he believes that when he sees his own strength, the etiquette teacher, perhaps, should tell him the identity of the god of death!

"Yes, there is nothing impossible."

Hearing Wei Ziqing's words, the mysterious etiquette master seemed to think of something, and suddenly smiled wryly. Wei Ziqing didn't know what was going on with him, and he suddenly became so sad.

He frowned slightly, but didn't say anything.

"Do you really want to know the identity of Death God?"

The mysterious etiquette teacher raised his head and looked at Wei Ziqing: "If you really want to know, then this story may be a bit long, do you have the time?"

"Time? I'm short of everything, except time!" Wei Ziqing said flatly, with a kind of pretense.

The mysterious etiquette master smiled wryly, and didn't pay attention to the words. Instead, he found a place, sat down directly, even took out a cigarette from his body, and lit it for himself.

After taking a puff and exhaling the cigarette, looking at the white smoke, he said, "All of this starts from the year 3000..."

(End of this chapter)