All living beings in hell

Chapter 4 - The Secret of the Tomb Gate

One thing I hate about working in the human world is that it is difficult for me to control the time.When is it time to work, to have a meeting, to go on a business trip, to work overtime... The monthly fixed salary tightly grasps my time in the hands of the company. After working so hard for several years, I look at The deposits in the bank account are still thin, and I am confused.What am I doing here in this world?
This confusion was before I became a "writer".

During the day, the class in the world is still sitting, doing work when there is work, and fishing when there is no work.But when the sun is setting and the gates of hell are slightly open, that is the moment I look forward to the most every day.But the yin class in hell has to be adjusted according to the yang class in the human world.For example, if you have to work overtime tonight, then the shift in hell will have to be rescheduled.

When the sun is shining brightly in the world, hell is still sleeping peacefully, and ghosts are hiding in the shadows and dreaming of the world.Fortunately, today is a cloudy day, and the sea of ​​blood is boiling more fiercely than in the past. Several giant crocodiles are biting each other in it, and new stumps and broken arms grow from the torn wounds.

I sat on the company's desk and looked down at the scene. The third client at the door of the office had been lingering for a long time.Thinking that there is still a meeting tonight, why not go down now.

I thought so, opened my arms, and jumped into hell.

The wind passed by my ears, and when I opened my eyes, it was still falling downwards, and the feeling of weightlessness made my lower abdomen slightly swell.

Why haven't you arrived yet?Is it really more difficult during the day?
I looked at my body, and I was already wearing a purple official robe during the fall, and my sleeves were fluttering in the air with the wind.The sound of the wind weakened, the feeling of weightlessness gradually subsided, and I sat safely in the office.

The red kerosene lamp was lit, and the office welcomed its third guest.

Something like a plank stumbled in, with the screeching sound of a rotten wooden door opening and closing.The board was covered with moss, and a creature like a barnacle was lying on it, and it was completely impossible to see what kind of creature it was.

"Writing... Your Excellency..." The dry voice of the wooden board creaked, and it fell straight to the ground.

Holding a sapphire pen in my hand, I sat there without answering or moving.What's the matter with this guy?I watched it very carefully.

"Help... help..." The wooden board was struggling on the ground, and the churning sound was beating on the floor, like a rusty horseshoe hitting the wooden board, which made people feel anxious.

"Do you need help?"

"Save... life... ah..." The board didn't answer me, it just shook on the ground.

I waved the sapphire pen, and the wooden board flew up from the ground and landed firmly on the chair in front of the wooden table.That's when I saw the whole picture of this board: it's more like a coffin board than a board.The texture on the surface of the coffin board forms the shape of a human face. The two asymmetrical shells are its eyes, and the changing wood grain underneath is its mouth.It leaned against the back of the chair, barely maintaining its balance.

"Excuse me, what should I call you?" I spread out the rice paper and picked up the pen.

"Tomb of King Qingzhi." The board replied, "I am the tomb door of King Qingzhi's tomb. I opened one of the doors, and the other one went to nowhere."

"Then can you be called... Xiaomen?"

"door."

"Okay, the gate." I took a pen and wrote the word "gate" on the rice paper, feeling very strange in my heart, this hell really has everything, from ghosts to mutant creatures, and now it is the gate of the tomb...

"Damen, may I ask what you want from me today?"

The gate looked at me for a long time, didn't speak, just stared at my rice paper.I pushed the rice paper in front of it in front of it, the tomb door closed my eyes, and a picture appeared out of thin air on the rice paper.The first to appear is a general who appears to be wearing a Han Dynasty uniform.The general held his head high, held a copper Han sword, and was gazing affectionately in another direction.

I waited a long time, but there was no image of where the general was staring.

"What is the general looking at?" I asked.

The sound of the door suddenly changed, from the creaking wooden boards before, to a man's deep voice: "My concubine."

"Then where is your concubine?"

"On the other door is my concubine, lost and never found."

"Are you looking for her in this hell?"

"No, I came to this hell to kill her."

As soon as the words fell, a long sword suddenly flew out from behind the wooden board, and slashed on my wooden table from top to bottom.I dodged sideways, watching my desk split in two in an instant.The wooden door was also split in two by the sword that flew out suddenly. A burly general stood up from behind the wooden door, his whole body was shapeless, and he was emitting a green yin.There was a long arrow piercing his throat, and several arrows pierced his shoulders and chest.He held the long copper sword in his hand, stood in front of me, looked down at me, as if he would kill me in the next second.

I waved the sapphire pen, and the two pieces of the table were reunited, and new rivets grew out of the broken pieces.

"Even if you find her, how do you think you're going to kill a dead person?"

"This is my business, you don't need to worry about it." The general said in a serious tone, as if giving orders, he couldn't help but be refuted.

"Then I don't care about it, turn left when you go out, and don't see it off when you leave." I was also angry, what did I do, as soon as I came in, I smashed my table, broke my rice paper, and spilled my inkstone, it's really rude .

The general turned around and lifted his feet, walked to the door, and suddenly stopped leaving.

"My lord," the general asked me without turning around, his back turned to me, "if I step out of this door, will I never be able to come in again?"

"Yes, each ghost has only one chance to step through this door once."

"Why do you do this work?" the general asked, turning to me.

"This is my business, you don't need to worry about it. What you need to control is yourself, and your bad temper." The sapphire pen in my hand is glowing green. If he finds fault again, I will see off the guest .

"I don't want to kill people." The general looked at me, his body getting smaller.

"But you're in hell to find your concubine and kill her, aren't you?"

"I love her, I love her so much, so I just want to die with her..." The general's body became smaller again, and the armor on his body turned into civilian clothes.

"If you want, just sit down and talk slowly." I stretched out my finger and pointed to the chair in front of the table.

The general went to the table and sat down again.I poured him a bowl of cloud wine, the best wine you can get in hell.The general raised his wine bowl and drank it down in one gulp, his frowning brows relaxed a little.

"I am the son of a military general. My father was a former general. Our family is all military generals. Since I was a child, I was taught that men should stand up to the sky and fight for themselves, and I have indeed done so. I am the most The young martial arts champion became a general that year."

I poured wine for him again, he took a sip, and continued: "The taste of this wine is really like the sorghum wine that I drank on the battlefield back then. My head is dizzy. After drinking a few bowls of wine, my heart feels relieved and my body warms up. Without wine, it is impossible to survive the battlefield of life and death."

"Tell me about you and your concubine."

"My concubine...my concubine..." The general's expression became agitated, his hands trembled and his voice choked.

"I don't want to kill her, how could I kill her?"

"So you killed her?"

"I...I..." The general suddenly calmed down, his brows stretched, as if he had changed, "Yes, I killed her. This is the only option. She said, we are going to a place where no one can bother A place where there is no worldly restraint, a place of complete freedom. So I killed her, and then I killed myself."

"Then you came here? What happened to the tomb door?"

The general seemed to be composed of two souls, his voice suddenly softened again, his body trembled, and invisible tears flowed out: "But I don't want to leave, I don't want to leave this world. But I'm dead, I don't have a body anymore , I had no choice but to attach to the thing that looked the most like me... Ah yes, yes, that painting. The painting on the door of the tomb really looks like me, look at the eyebrows, look at the figure, it is exactly the same as me .”

I felt a strong sense of soul split in him, the topic kept changing, the tone was completely different, just like a split personality.I put down the sapphire pen and looked at the other person fixedly: "You, who are you?"

"I am that general!" The general shouted loudly.

"Who are you?"

The general didn't answer me, he began to tremble violently, holding the copper sword firmly in his hand.I stared at him, holding the sapphire pen in my hand, ready to subdue him at any time.And at this moment, the general's figure dispersed in all directions with a puff of green smoke.

The figure of a woman remained. She was sitting on a chair, looking at me with her legs crossed, her eyes hanging from the corners of her eyes, with a seductive look on her face.

"As expected of the writing master, this little trick still can't fool your eyes." The fox demon said, putting one hand on the table, and looked at me closely, "I have heard that the writing master is very skilled and can make clear decisions. See, it really is."

I looked behind her, and saw a red fox tail swaying behind her, and smiled: "I only cultivated a little fairy with a tail, and I'm wasting my time here. Why don't you go and practice hard if you have this skill?" .If there is nothing wrong, please come back."

"Of course I have something to do, otherwise why would I spend so much effort to test you?"

My patience is about to be exhausted by the fox in front of me: "If you are so suspicious, you don't need to come to me in the first place."

"I just have a question to ask the writer."

"This is your last question, please go ahead."

"My lord, why do you want to do this job?" She blinked at me, which made me a little annoyed.

"This is a personal matter, no answer."

"The writing master..." The fox wanted to continue asking, but I interrupted him.

"This is the last question and you've run out. Please go."

"What if I don't go?" The fox's legs were already on my wooden table.

"If you don't leave..." I walked around the wooden table, walked to the fox demon, and approached her face with a smile.The fox demon also smiled, as if she was very satisfied with the fact that I came over on my own initiative, "Then I have no choice but to do it myself." I rolled up my sleeves, reached out and grabbed her by the back of the neck, dragged her off the wooden chair, and used the sapphire The pen hit her head three times.The first time, her limbs changed back to animal claws; the second time, her facial features changed back to a beast face; the third time, she had completely transformed back into a red fox.

The red fox struggled on the ground, neighing in dissatisfaction.I dragged the red fox by the back of its neck on the ground, kicked open the door of the office, and threw the red fox out of the door.The moment the red fox left the enchantment of the office, it turned into a banshee, half-kneeling on the ground and crying loudly: "Look, look, the lord writing has hit someone, woo woo woo."

The monsters queuing up at the entrance of the office looked sideways and surrounded them one after another.

"Next time you line up for business, please understand. I'm here to write down everyone's stories and bring them back to the world. This fox monster teased me and wasted his only chance to tell the story. I don’t know whether it’s paranoia or ignorance. It’s not easy to go down to hell every day to listen to your stories. If you trust me, continue to line up. If you don’t trust me, leave now, number 161, a few less, I don't care, I'm happy to be free." After speaking, he swung his sleeves and closed the door.

The red kerosene lamp at the entrance was extinguished, and the entrance of the office was rarely clean again.A few days ago, as soon as the previous person left, the next person was already wandering at the door and knocking on the door, which did not happen today.I stretched out, leaned back on the wooden chair, and put my hands behind my head.There was still a picture of the general on the rice paper on the table, so I picked it up and took a closer look. The general with thick eyebrows and big eyes was affectionate and nervous, as if he was about to jump out of the painting.

I rolled the painting into a ball, put it on the fire and lit it.A puff of green smoke rose slowly from the painting, and I seemed to hear a voice: "Thank you, I am free."

(End of this chapter)