Twisted Dreams-Chapter 61 - 33: Death God Approaches
"I am the Ferryman wandering between Hell and the Mortal World.
Hello, Professor Kong."
Li Yang wore a faint smile, looking at the elderly man on the bed, responding calmly.
The old man widened his eyes in terror.
Is this the Death God?!
Soon, the old man felt a sense of relief.
He had already rehearsed the act of dying countless times in his heart.
"Am I going to die?"
Kong Qianqiu asked calmly, his aged hand reluctantly stroking his daughter’s hair.
Li Yang did not answer Kong Qianqiu’s question but walked to the bedside, bent slightly, and found the bed’s crank.
He reached out and gently shook the bed rail.
The bed creaked as Kong Qianqiu’s back was raised, slowly sitting up.
Li Yang looked up:
"Is this angle okay?"
Kong Qianqiu was taken aback.
He had imagined the appearance of the Death God, but did not expect the Death God to be so refined and gentle.
Kong Qianqiu nodded:
"Thank you."
A shadow clouded his eyes:
"Mister Death God, so am I going to die?"
Li Yang straightened up, standing by the bed, and asked back:
"Do you want to live?"
Kong Qianqiu’s muddled old eyes suddenly contracted, his heart pounding heavily, the monitor beside him showing intense fluctuations.
What did the Death God mean?
Could it be that he could live?
Kong Qianqiu raised his head, looking at Li Yang:
"You came to find me, but not to take me away?
I still have a lot of work I haven’t done, and my grandson is about to get married.
I still don’t want to die.
Can I live a while longer?"
His tone was full of a desire for life.
Li Yang said:
"There is a cost."
Kong Qianqiu opened his mouth, his eyes clouded.
Despite his fame and high profile, he didn’t have much money.
These years, he had sponsored many impoverished students passionate about biology, and his pension just covered his living expenses.
What could he offer to buy his life?
In front of him was a deity.
A sacrifice? A golden body? Or a temple?
Kong Qianqiu lowered his eyes: 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
"Can I afford the cost?"
Li Yang said:
"You are fortunate; you have something I want.
I want your freedom and knowledge."
Kong Qianqiu was stunned, looking at Li Yang in disbelief.
There were legends of merchants trading honesty for a piece of gold with a deity, heroes trading bravery for beauty, prime ministers trading loyalty for a throne.
And his greatest value was his vast knowledge!
Indeed, this was the deity’s preference in legends, not mundane items.
Li Yang continued calmly:
"If you agree, the contract is sealed.
I can absolve your death, but you must always be ready to heed my command.
Your life is given by me, so the remaining time belongs to me.
You must answer carefully.
If you violate our agreement, the consequences will be severe."
After Li Yang finished speaking, he quietly waited.
He wished to take Kong Qianqiu under his command, but it depended on Kong Qianqiu’s choice.
For many, hiding one’s identity in the future to live was a burden.
If he was unwilling, Li Yang wouldn’t force him.
After all, Professor Kong was one of the few people Li Yang respected.
Kong Qianqiu hesitated only momentarily, then removed his breathing machine, coughing violently, and said excitedly:
"I want to live, I want to live.
From now on, my life belongs to you, I am always at your disposal.
I want to accompany my daughter, see my grandson get married, I am willing to do anything!
I want to continue my research, no matter what!"
Li Yang smiled slightly.
Kong Qianqiu’s pupils contracted violently, witnessing something unforgettable for a lifetime!
Li Yang’s body transformed.
The Demon Body revealed itself, appearing before Kong Qianqiu in the image of the Death God.
Cold, eerie, noble, terrifying.
It was as if the elegance just now was merely the facade of that divine body.
Li Yang extended a skeletal hand, placing it on Kong Qianqiu’s head, speaking softly:
"Then you shall continue living."
The Power of Death manifested, and Kong Qianqiu’s ailments dissipated.
The medical instruments monitoring his condition showed Kong Qianqiu returning to normal.
Kong Qianqiu looked at his hand in disbelief.
He felt very healthy, healthier than ever.
Only his temperature was slightly lower, his heartbeat slower than others.
This was the difference between the Living Dead and normal people.
Kong Qianqiu’s gaze fell on the phone.
The words on the black screen of the Fallen Angel live broadcast room were constantly changing.
Previously it was ’Equality,’ now it became ’Living to Die.’
Kong Qianqiu profoundly understood the meaning of these words at this moment.
He clasped his hands together, now a Believer of the Seven Commandments Association, praying:
"Thank you, my Lord Death God!"
After finishing everything, Li Yang spoke:
"My Apostle will find you in a few days."
Kong Qianqiu saw Li Yang had intentions to leave, hesitated, then mustered courage and said:
"My Lord Death God, the South Sea will soon face a terrible influenza disaster.
Could you please send a divine message so I can save the innocent?"
After speaking, Kong Qianqiu felt he had misspoken.
Surely the Death God would want Hell to be lively, why would he save people?
The Soul Fire flickered in Li Yang’s eyes as a pill appeared in his palm.
It was found by the Cleaner from a Ninja’s corpse.
Li Yang set the pill down and turned to leave.
Suzu jumped in through the window, curiously approaching the unobtrusive Cleaner in the room.
This Cleaner exuded a strong negative aura, much like Chen Wei, disgusting yet delicious.
Like... a piece of authentic stinky tofu.
She blinked, memorizing the Cleaner’s scent, then bounced after Li Yang.
...
After Li Yang left, the room lights brightened again.
The Cleaner abruptly woke up, carefully looking around, afraid others would find out he was slacking and sleeping.
Seeing Kong Qianqiu watching him, relieved, he smiled foolishly.
This old man was very easygoing, without any airs of a scholar, unlikely to report him for laziness.
A few days ago, Mr. Kong even took his pulse, advising him to get kidney tonics.
The Cleaner roughly tidied up, leaving the ward.
Kong Ruyun gently woke up, seeing her father sitting up, startled:
"Dad, how did you get up?
Did someone visit you?"
She rose, intending to help her father lie down:
"Was it a nurse who came?
Lately, I’ve become lazier.
Didn’t even know when someone came."
Kong Qianqiu suddenly grabbed Kong Ruyun’s hand.
Kong Ruyun was stunned:
"Dad, you....."
Although her father’s hand was cold, it was strong.
Kong Qianqiu smiled kindly, his eyes shining:
"Yunyun, I’m well, I can be discharged."
Kong Ruyun’s expression changed, could this be a terminal lucidity?
She quickly grabbed Kong Qianqiu’s hand, fingers pressing at his pulse.
Kong Ruyun, an excellent student in Traditional Chinese Medicine, had no trouble taking a pulse.
Her father’s pulse was weak but stable, nothing like a sick person.
Heart disease?
Not evident at all.
At most, it was low blood pressure, a mild fever.
Had a miracle occurred?
Kong Ruyun looked at her father in disbelief, her eyes gradually reddening:
"Dad! This... this....
I’ll call Director Liu to come check you right away!"
Kong Qianqiu smiled and nodded, his daughter’s excitement bringing tears to his old eyes.
After his daughter left, he extended his hand, a pill resting in his palm.
He sniffed it, frowning.
What did this pill have to do with the South Sea flu?
Lord Death God granting him this pill must have a deeper meaning.
Could it be that the flu disaster is related to this?
