Flowers bloom on the other side, flowers bloom on the other side.

This sentence suddenly appeared in the mind of the clone who continued to move forward.

Before he thought about its meaning, he noticed a hazy white mist in front of him.

The white mist slowly approached as if it had life. In the white mist, there is also a human-shaped shadow. It looked like the figure was approaching with a white mist.

A golden flame appeared on the surface of the clone, ready to fight. But he did not rush to attack. It's too weird here. It is more appropriate to be vigilant in the absence of information about the unknown.

Finally, the guy came closer. The clone also saw the guy's appearance clearly.

It was a tall, thin human figure with a black head covering. Nearly three meters in height. The bare arms have fair skin and long fingers. And what he held in his hand was indeed a black bone-shaped sickle.

The sickle is nearly four meters long, and the blade is almost two meters long, with a slight arc. At the junction, there is a relief of a crying female head. The tears seemed to be some kind of gem, emitting a faint light.

The man in the cloak stepped on a simple boat.

When it got closer, the clone discovered that it was a ship made of stone. It looks more like a trough used to feed livestock in the countryside. It's just relatively larger.

This figure fits the legend of Sakura Country, the **** of death who ferryed the dead on Santu River.

I don't know why, looking at the **** of death, there is no way to raise the desire to fight in the clone's heart.

The flame on the surface of the body also slowly extinguished. The body gradually relaxes. Even if he realized that something was wrong, there was still no way to stimulate the body and enter the fighting state again.

Until the death ship came to him.

Looking up at the death god, the clone unexpectedly found that there was a lantern hanging on the death god's sickle. The whole is black, with a blue flame burning inside. In the flames, the clone saw the struggling soul and the peaceful soul.

That is relying on the flame of the soul burning. Obviously involves the use of rules. I just don't know whether that is the rule that the **** of death has mastered or the rule of lantern.

"Get on the boat."

The **** of death spoke. It is a female voice. It's just that the sound is three kinds of sounds overlapping everything. The three sounds of children, girls and old people are mixed, which sounds a little strange.

After Death sent the invitation, the clone was horrified to find that his body was no longer under control. Stepped to the boat and sat down in the only position.

After he was seated firmly, the **** of death knocked his sickle lightly, and the boat turned the bow and drifted into the mist.

The other shore flower next to it was slowly drifting, seeming to have a strange melody.

The melodious singing sounded in the mist, calming the restless flames in the body. This singing is very strange. You cannot hear the lyrics, but you can understand the meaning. Even immerse yourself in it and feel the tranquility.

That is, a requiem dedicated to the dead. It is a death song used to soothe the restless soul.

It wasn't until the singing gradually ceased that the clone figured out that the one who sang was the tall death **** in front of him.

"Does it sound good?"

It was the same three voices superimposed on each other, but it was unexpectedly soft. Like the previous singing, it had the power to calm the impulse.

"Very good. Is that it, sang it for me? For someone who is about to die?"

"You can live a long time. Song, I prepared for the soul buried here. Have you seen these changes? Every flower represents a person's soul. When they are alive, they give birth to their own buds. Die After that, the beautiful flower of death blooms. When the soul is completely silent, the flower will wither. Announcing the true end of life."

"So, what's the point of your comfort? They are dead after all."

"No matter how you live, you should enjoy the long-lost peace after you die. No matter what you have done while you are alive, death will take everything away. The world after death does not require too much quarrels, troubles, and class. This is My current job is to manage this dead flower field. By the way, I would like to receive guests like you."

"Guests like me? Are there many?"

"Rarely, in the more than 13,000 years of my job, you were the sixteenth. It is not a simple matter to be able to walk to the intersection of the world of life and death on foot."

"The intersection of the world of life and death? Isn't this a ruin? If I remember correctly, I should have walked all the way from the ruins of a certain world. Are you the **** of this world?"

"God? You mean the elves. I'm not a elves, but just a servant. The master gave me a name, Zero Burial, in charge of the cracks in this world, and guiding the dead."

From these words, the clone got a lot of useful information. For example, the gods called elves have the power to give their men rules.

Moreover, it is not a simple rule. The Zero Burial in front of him, just standing there can affect the regular orb in his body.

The previous singing that affected the soul on a large scale should also involve the level of rules.

And the lamp that burns the soul is definitely the result of the application of the law of the soul.

To put it bluntly, the burial in front of him was in Esopama. You can directly extract the **** position and godhead of the **** of death.

Maybe the other party already has one. It's just that the clone has no ability to see through this.

"Where are we going now?"

"Of course, to the other side. Crossing the Styx will send you back to the normal world."

"Can you just go back the same way?"

"The world of the dead, there is no turning back. If you don't believe me, you can see, there is no way behind you."

The clone was stunned for a moment, then turned around to take a look. Behind them, it is not the expected flower field Styx. It's darkness. An abyss.

If you enlarge your perception, you can't feel things like walls that should exist around you.

Now they are really no longer in the ruins. This weird space conversion makes the clone feel puzzled.

"How do you achieve this degree of spatial change?"

"Space changes? No, I can't do it. The ship under our feet is called Imara. It can travel through the flat world. On the ship, the space has not changed from beginning to end. I just take you from the chaotic time and space. It's just coming out."

"So, what is the other side? Why take me there?"

"You will know when you go. Speaking of which, my master should know your body. After all, you have met once."

"Meet once."

"Ah, I was not there at the time. I think that memory should be very clear to your body. My master, the elf of death. Creussia."