Bab 155: Chapter 155: Making Sure There’s No Evidence

Death turn around and saw a woman wearing a helmet.

He was not someone who hides his identity like Lillie, but he doesn't blatantly expose himself as the God of Death. As already mentioned before, anyone who knew his identity don't live long to tell the tale—exemptions to his co-Reapers, close friends and family.

"What are you doing here?" The woman asked.

Death tilted his head, confused. "Do I know you?"

Lillie smacked his head without warning.

"Ow!" He yelped. "Son of a bi—that hurts! Who the hell are you, woman?!" That hit was really strong, and really familiar.

Lillie sighed; The helmet must've muffled her voice.

His sharp eyebrows furrowed, anticipating for the woman's answer. He observed as she removed the leather glove on her right hand and spread her palm.

As one of Great Master Wei's only two disciples, only them can see the almost invisible inscriptions on her hand.

Death spluttered the chips he was eating.

*cough cough! hak!*