Zhang Hei felt a sense of déjà vu when the God of Life once again appeared before him tonight. More than four hundred years ago, the old man with long white hair also appeared before him after he slaughtered everyone in Jiangshi Palace.
At that time, the old man in white said to him, "It was not you who gave those people their lives, but you were the one who took their lives. That's because you don't know how meaningful life is, right? That's why I will punish you. From now on, you will not age, nor will you die. From now on, you will witness how people around you die, and you will also have the opportunity to learn about the meaning of life. From now on, you will be the undying Immortal Zhang Hei."
That was what the God of Life had told him four hundred years ago. It was like a powerful curse on him, and he indeed did not age, nor could he die to this day.
"Why do you want to die?" The God of Life answered Zhang Hei's question with a question.
Zhang Hei sternly looked at the old man as he replied, "You said I needed to learn the meaning of this life, but I still can't understand this life even after four hundred years have passed! The people around me are just like passing wind to me. I only felt their presence for a moment before they left before me, and there was only emptiness in my heart! When can I leave this world, too? I just want to die, so please let me die!"
The God of Life heard how the man begged him, but he only smiled slightly before replying, "Over four hundred years ago, you mercilessly massacred everyone in the Jiangshi Palace, and you didn't even give them a chance to beg for mercy from you, right? So, why should I listen to your pleas now, Zhang?"
"…" Zhang Hei could no longer answer the old man's question, and that was because he knew that the old man was being sarcastic towards him.
At the mention of what happened more than four hundred years ago, his memory immediately flashed to that day. That day was just an ordinary day. It was around noon, and he came to Jiangshi Palace before some soldiers came to block him. But he looked like he was possessed by some god of war at that time, and just by swinging his sword, he managed to kill those who dared to stand in his way.
He even continued killing people while carrying his feet toward the largest building in the palace, and he couldn't even count how many souls he took that day.
He still remembered the bloody incident, but he suddenly furrowed his brows before speaking in confusion, "I don't remember why I killed those people. Is it because so many years have passed that I no longer remember the reason?"
"That's not the case, Zhang," the God of Life replied. "I purposely erased half of your memories four hundred years ago, and that was part of your punishment. In the past four hundred years, I only let you see how you heartlessly killed those people."
"…" Zhang Hei was speechless by the old man's words again.
When Zhang Hei fell silent, the God of Life suddenly let out a heavy sigh before speaking again, "You look so pathetic, Zhang. You are very different from the days when you acted like a god of war and finished off every life in the Jiangshi Palace. I hate that kind of look, so I think I should end your punishment now."
Suddenly, Zhang Hei saw a glimmer of hope, and he impatiently asked, "So, you're going to let me die now? I don't have to suffer in this world anymore?"
Zhang Hei thought the old man would nod to answer his question, but to his dismay, the old man shook his head before replying, "I don't have the power to let you die. You must know that I am the God of Life, right? I can give humans the life they deserve, but I cannot decide a person's death. That's why you need to find the God of Death after this."
Disappointment immediately appeared on Zhang Hei's face after hearing the God of Life's answer, but then he asked again, "Where can I find the God of Death?"
This time, the old man with a white beard shrugged carelessly before replying, "I don't know where he is either. Unlike me who likes to spend time in the Heavenly Palace, the God of Death is a jovial soul who rarely stays in our residence. Instead, he often comes to Earth and pretends to be a human so as not to get too bored. If you want to die, then you have to find him."
Once again, Zhang Hei seemed disappointed by the old man's answer. He was thinking about something for a moment, but then he asked again, "How can I find him? Are there any special characteristics about him that would make it easier for me to find him?"
"Finding him won't be too difficult for you, Zhang," the God of Life replied. "I'm sure you'll be able to find him soon, but if you ask me about his special features, then I can only give you one clue. I can only tell you that he is… crazy."
After uttering the word "crazy," the God of Life once again turned into a mass of light, leaving Zhang Hei in a state of confusion. Full of disappointment, he carelessly dropped his butt onto the edge of the bed, and his eyes stared blankly at the emptiness in front of him.
"Can I die this time?" He wondered to himself. "In the past four hundred years, I have tried to harm myself, and I have also tried to commit suicide, but I still cannot die. Even though there was an epidemic in this country and many people died, I didn't get the virus, and I didn't die either. Can the God of Death grant my wish, and where can I find him?"
Zhang Hei didn't look too optimistic, and he didn't expect that the God of Life was right about what he said. He didn't expect to meet the God of Death so soon.