She wants to buy beauty medicine, and you turn her into a succubus?

Chapter 60 Death is coming
“I am a ferryman wandering between hell and the human world.

Hello, Professor Kong."

Li Yang had a faint smile on his face as he looked at the old man on the bed and responded calmly.

The old man's eyes widened in horror.

Is this the God of Death?!
Soon, the old man felt relieved.

He had already calculated the possibility of death countless times in his mind.

"Am I going to die?"

Kong Qianqiu asked calmly, his old hands touching his daughter's hair reluctantly.

Li Yang did not respond to Kong Qianqiu's question, but walked to the bed, bent down slightly, and found the rocker of the bed.

He reached out, grabbed the bed rail, and rocked it gently.

The hospital bed creaked, and Kong Qianqiu raised his back and slowly sat up.

Li Yang looked up:

“Is this angle okay?”

Kong Qianqiu was stunned for a moment.

He had imagined what the god of death looked like, but he had never expected that he would be so gentle.

Kong Qianqiu nodded:

"Thank you."

His eyes were clouded:
"Mr. Death, so I'm going to die?"

Li Yang stood up straight, stood in front of the bed, and asked:
"Do you want to live?"

Kong Qianqiu's cloudy old eyes suddenly contracted, his heart beat heavily, and the lines on the electrocardiograph beside him fluctuated violently.

What does Death mean?
Could it be that I could survive?
Kong Qianqiu raised his head and looked at Li Yang:

"You came to see me, not to take me away, right?
I still have a lot of work to do, and my grandson is getting married.

Me, I don’t want to die yet.

Can I live a little longer?"

His tone was full of desire for life.

Li Yang said:
“It will take some cost.”

Kong Qianqiu opened his mouth, and a layer of haze covered his eyes.

Even though he is famous and well-known, he doesn't have much money.

He has sponsored too many poor students who love biology over the years, and his pension is just enough for him to live on.

What would he give to buy his life?
The person opposite is a god.

Offering? Statue? Temple?

Kong Qianqiu lowered his eyebrows:

“Can I afford the price?”

Li Yang said:
“You’re lucky you have something I like.

I want your freedom and your knowledge."

Kong Qianqiu was stunned and looked at Li Yang in disbelief.

There was once a legend that a merchant exchanged his honesty with God for a piece of gold, a hero exchanged his bravery with God for a beauty, and a prime minister exchanged his loyalty with God for the throne.

And his greatest value is his profound knowledge!
Sure enough, this is what the legendary gods like, not an ordinary thing.

Li Yang continued calmly:

"If you agree, the contract is concluded.

I can pardon your death, but you must always wait for my command.

I gave you your life, so the rest of your life belongs to me.

You have to answer carefully.

If you violate our agreement, there will be serious consequences.”

After Li Yang finished speaking, he waited quietly.

He really wanted to recruit Kong Qianqiu under his command, but it also depended on Kong Qianqiu's own choice.

For many people, living in the future hiding their identity is a stressful thing.

If he doesn't want to, Li Yang won't force him.

After all, Professor Kong is one of the few people that Li Yang respects.

Kong Qianqiu was stunned for only a moment. He took off the ventilator, coughed violently, and said excitedly:

“I want to live, I want to live.

From now on my life belongs to you, and I will be waiting for your orders at any time.

I want to spend time with my daughter and watch my grandson get married. I'm willing to do anything!

I think I want to continue doing my research, whatever it takes!"

Li Yang smiled slightly.

Kong Qianqiu's pupils contracted violently as he saw a scene that he would never forget in his entire life!
Li Yang's body changed.

The devil's body appeared, appearing in front of Kong Qianqiu in the image of the god of death.

Cold, eerie, noble, and terrifying.

It seemed as if the elegance just now was the appearance of that divine body.

Li Yang stretched out his skeleton hand and stroked Kong Qianqiu's head, saying in a leisurely voice:
"Then you, continue to live." The power of death manifested, and Kong Qianqiu's illness was disappearing.

The medical equipment used to monitor his physical condition showed that Kong Qianqiu had returned to normal.

Kong Qianqiu looked at his hands in disbelief.

He felt that he was getting healthier, healthier than ever.

It's just that my body temperature is lower and my heartbeat is slower than others.

This is the difference between the living dead and normal people.

Kong Qianqiu glanced at the phone.

The words on the black screen of the Fallen Angel’s live broadcast room are constantly changing.

Just now it was 'equality', now it has become 'living towards death'.

Kong Qianqiu deeply understood the meaning of these two words at this moment.

He clasped his hands together, having become a believer of the Seven Commandments Society, and said:

"Thanks to my Lord Death!"

Li Yang finished everything and said:

"My apostle will come to you in a few days."

Kong Qianqiu saw that Li Yang was about to leave, and after struggling for a moment, he mustered up the courage to say:
“My Lord Death, the South Sea is about to face a terrible influenza disaster.

Could you please give me divine revelation to save those innocent people?"

After Kong Qianqiu finished speaking, he felt that he had said the wrong thing.

The God of Death must want hell to be more lively, so why would he save people?

The soul fire in Li Yang's eyes flickered, and a pill appeared in his palm.

This was found by the cleaners from the ninja's corpse.

Li Yang put the pill down and turned to leave.

Rattle jumped down from the window and walked curiously to the inconspicuous cleaner in the room.

This cleaner has a lot of negative emotions, just like Chen Wei, very disgusting and delicious.

It's like... a piece of authentic stinky tofu.

She blinked, remembered the smell of the cleaner, and followed Li Yang in a skipping manner.

. . . . . .

After Li Yang left, the lights in the room came on again.

The cleaner woke up suddenly and looked around carefully, afraid that others would find out that he was sleeping in.

He saw Kong Qianqiu looking at him, and he felt relieved and smiled innocently.

This old man is very easy-going and doesn't have the airs of a scholar. He won't report him for being lazy and sleeping.

A few days ago, Mr. Kong took his pulse and asked him to get some kidney-tonifying medicine.

The cleaner cleaned the room roughly and left the ward.

Kong Ruyun woke up and saw her father sitting there. She was surprised and said:

"Dad, why are you up?
Has anyone been here just now?"

She stood up and wanted to help her father lie down:

"Has the nurse come?

I've been getting lazier lately.

I didn’t even know someone was coming.”

Kong Qianqiu suddenly grabbed Kong Ruyun's hand.

Kong Ruyun was stunned:

"Dad, you..."

Although my father's hands were cold, they were very strong.

Kong Qianqiu smiled kindly, his eyes as bright as torches:
"Yunyun, I'm fine now and can be discharged from the hospital."

Kong Ruyun's face changed. Could this be a last gasp of energy?

She quickly grabbed Kong Qianqiu's hand and pressed her fingers on his pulse.

Kong Ruyun is an excellent student in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, so taking a pulse is no problem for her.

Although my father's pulse was weak, it was stable and he didn't look like a patient at all.

heart disease?
You can't tell at all.

At best, it's just low blood pressure and a low fever.

Did a miracle happen?

Kong Ruyun looked at her father in disbelief, her eyes gradually turning red:
"Dad! This... this...

I'll call Director Liu to come over and check you out!"

Kong Qianqiu smiled and nodded. His daughter's excitement made his old eyes moist.

After his daughter left, he stretched out his hand and found a pill in his palm.

He sniffed and frowned.

What does this pill have to do with the flu in the South China Sea?
Lord Death must have a hidden meaning in giving this pill to me.

Could it be that the flu has something to do with this?
(End of this chapter)