A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

Chapter 137 There is no 8-hour work system in the soul world!

Jingling Pavilion.

A ray of sunlight shone into the room 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 places where the ceilings are connected to each other have not been repaired all year round, and have been raised by the swelling of the rainwater. If you look closely, you can still see the moth marks left on the wooden boards.

This is an attic and is very simply furnished.

Except for the bed and quilts that were pieced together with wooden boards in a short time, there was only one chandelier hanging from the ceiling in the entire attic.

Although the decoration is very simple, Frank feels at ease because this is the Jingling Pavilion.

"I... didn't die?"

This was the first thought that popped into Frank's mind, but the severe pain immediately made him take a deep breath, feeling as if all the bones and muscles in his body had been run over by a car.

This is good news.

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

It's good to be alive, but it's also a pity...

As memories surfaced bit by bit, Frank's eyes flickered dimly. After all, he still failed to avenge Gwen.

Frank sighed and sat up in bed.

Looking at the half of his left arm and the bow-knot-style bandaging technique, Frank couldn't help showing a dumbfounding expression.

This kind of bandaging technique full of little girls looks like it was done by Yinmeng.

If it was according to his habit, the wasted bandage on the big bow alone would be enough to wrap it up again.

Frank was not sentimental over the loss of an arm. After all, under the circumstances at the time, it was already a miracle to be alive.

Get up and get dressed.

Frank packed up and went downstairs.

Inside the living room.

Yinmeng was holding a large bowl of ice cream, sitting on the sofa with bare feet, watching TV while eating, and said intently: "You don't need to move around for a while, otherwise if the wound collapses, don't come to me again."

Frank nodded bitterly, and said, "Where is Lord? I have something to ask him."

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

"Why?" Frank wondered.

"Brother is doing 'Knife Zen'. I don'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." While Yinmeng was speaking, he was eating two big spoonfuls of ice cream, and his eyes were still. Staring at the cartoon on TV.

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

inside the playground.

Lord 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.

"Is it still not working..."

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

He insisted on talking with Zanpakuto 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 the entire history of the soul world can't reveal a few people who were rejected by his own Zanpakutō, right?

but it does not matter!

Who made him envious of others' abilities, as long as he perseveres, Zanpakuto will obey him sooner or later!

Seeing Frank approaching, Lord calmed down, raised his head and asked, "You came to me to ask what happened that day?"

Frank nodded, and said in a deep voice, "That's right, I want to ask, what happened to Jin Bing and that Xu?"

Lord sighed slightly, and said the words he had prepared: "Unfortunately, when I arrived, I had only time to save you. As for Jin Bin...he was taken away."

Frank's expression changed slightly, and he asked in confusion, "Who took Jin Bin away?"

"It's the Quincy Master..."

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

Hasward....

Upon hearing this name, Frank's heart sank and his face turned livid.

Although he didn't witness it with his own eyes during the last battle in New York, at that time he felt that terrifying spiritual pressure from a distance of dozens of streets, as if it was going to crush the whole person, and it still makes him Fresh in my memory!

It is even more impossible for Lord to stop an enemy that even the captain can't stop.

Frank asked again, "Where's that one?"

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

escaped......

This result made Frank really unacceptable, and he exclaimed in surprise: "Are you joking? With your strength, you can actually make it escape?"

Lord didn't even raise his eyelids, and said in a cold voice: "Speaking of this, I have to thank you, if you hadn't given it an arm, it wouldn't have evolved into Yachukas, let alone Possibly open void cavity."

"..."

Frank was speechless, completely speechless.

What does Yachukas mean? He has seen it from "One Hundred Things Death Must Know", and already has a human-level IQ. 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 issues about death and emptiness.

"there's one more thing."

Lord took out a mobile phone from his pocket, threw it to Frank, and said, "Hold this mobile phone, don't lose it."

"What's this for?" Frank took the phone, fiddled with it a few times, and asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"This is called a messenger machine." Lord said indifferently: "The various teams in the soul world are used to convey orders to the gods of death in this world, and to detect surrounding spirits."

Frank looked at the phone, and suddenly had a sense of foreboding: "You gave me this, you don't mean to..."

"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 Death in charge of the New York area."

The corner of Frank's mouth twitched: "New York... am I in charge?"

Lord nodded and said, "That's right, like the supersession of the spirit body, killing some ghosts who have invaded the world, these tasks are all under your control."

"Wait..."

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

Lord looked as if it should be taken for granted: "Of course I am in charge of supervising you."

"Do you know how big New York is? I'm the god of death, and I can't do it even if I'm exhausted!" Frank took a few deep breaths in a row to avoid letting himself die of anger.

"It's okay~"

Lord showed a kind smile: "The god of death will not die from exhaustion, and there is no eight-hour work system in the soul world."

"But... what will I do if I don't finish it?" Frank was still a little unwilling, trying to struggle again.

"will die."

"..."

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

no holidays...

There is no eight-hour workday...

No bonus and salary....

It is open 24 hours a day throughout the year, and if you dare to ask for leave, you will die. Capitalists will call the experts directly after seeing it!