All living beings in hell

Chapter 62 - Crazy Horde Crown Prince

The lotus lantern at the door lit up, and the office welcomed No. 40 No. [-] customer.

The sound of heavy footsteps came from the door, and every step of the guest seemed to accumulate a huge amount of anger, vowing to trample the poor floor.

"Hey! Let me tell you!" came the rough voice, with an unceremonious tone, "Who is writing the pen!"

"I am the writer," I replied sitting behind the wooden table, "please sit down."

The guest had a thick beard, a long braid on the top of his head, and a dark red headband.The upper body is wearing a vest, revealing two strong arms, and the lower body is wearing an animal skin skirt.His eyes protruded slightly, and his nostrils moved one by one with each breath.The guest took a big stride and squatted on the bluestone bench, taking a deep breath.

"Your stone stool is getting cold."

"If it's too cold, you can just sit on the ground."

The guest snorted: "Let me, Prince Kechahanji sit on the ground, there is no door!"

"So your name is Kochahanji?" I asked.

"Kecha, just call me Kecha. I won't give you any detours, so let's talk about it. I came here today for two things. One, I heard that the cloud wine here is really good, I want to try it .Second, I have something on my mind and I want to chat with you.

"Well, good." I got up and took out a ceramic bowl and cloud wine, and poured Kecha.

"Won't we have a drink together?" Kecha asked.

"I don't want to drink today," I put the wine jar beside him, "If it's not enough, please fill the wine yourself."

Kecha took a sip, his face turned red as expected, and he coughed several times: "What kind of broken wine is this, so choking?"

"The choices in hell are really limited, just make do with it."

"Forget it, you can drink as much as you want, there is really no choice." Ke Cha complained, and drank the remaining half of the bowl of wine, his face flushed instantly.

"Let's put it this way, my lord, this king came to this hell because he killed too many people."

"How many people were killed?"

Kecha grabbed the mouth of the wine jar with one hand and poured wine into the pottery bowl.His palms are thick and big, if he chops them down, the brains of ordinary people will probably be smashed.

"I don't remember this clearly. I was the crown prince and general in our tribe. I started to lead troops to fight and charge at the age of 15. At the age of 20, I have fought all over 68 tribes in the Western Regions. Take out my name, Kechahanji Go for a walk, there is no tribal leader who is not afraid!"

"and after?"

"When I was 25 years old, my father died suddenly. It was a strange family disease, but this disease is a bit indecent. Do you want to hear it?"

"It's okay, please tell me."

"Many family members of our clan can't poop in their old age. Their stomachs are getting bigger and bigger, and their intestines are full of feces. No diarrhea method works. They can't poop at all. They can only be swollen to death." .My uncle left like this, and my father and my father's father also walked like this. The shaman of the tribe said that this is the enemy's curse on our family, and there is no way to solve it."

"how about you?"

"Fortunately, I died early! When I was 25 years old, my father had just passed away. I received an obituary in the camp on the battlefield, and I was so anxious! I led a group of soldiers and rushed back, but the enemy plotted against me. Shooting to death in the canyon was really the most f*ckingly aggrieved battle in my life. But I think it's better to be shot to death with random arrows than to be suffocated to death by shit!"

"Then you're in hell?"

"When I woke up, I saw a sea of ​​flowers. A little girl gave me a flower. This little lady is so beautiful. I have never seen such a charming and pure woman in the world. Those eyes Look at me, my heart melts."

"Oh, you're talking about Po Meng."

"Damn it, if I had known that this little lady was Meng Po, I wouldn't have teased her. At that time, there were two stairs next to me, one going up and down. Originally, I could take the flowers and climb the stairs to the heaven. But The little lady is really lovely, I threw the flowers aside, and I was about to do something to that girl..."

"and then?"

"Who knew she was so strong! This king has never been beaten to such an extent on the battlefield! This little girl knocked me to the ground with one hand, and almost broke my spine with two feet, just to beat me Pressed on the ground and beat me hard, and finally kicked me off. Well, I offended Granny Meng, and I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to reincarnate in the future."

"So you came to hell not because you killed too many people on the battlefield, but because you molested Po Meng?"

"Who knows! I've heard people say that good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded with evil. I don't think I did any good things when I was alive, and the first thing I did after I died was to molest Granny Meng."

Kecha took a big sip of wine, sounding a bit annoyed.

"These piles of unpopular business are superimposed, and if I don't go to hell, whoever will go to hell!"

"What do you think is good and what is bad?"

"When I was a three-year-old child? You still have to ask me such a simple question?"

Kecha sounded displeased, as if he thought I was teasing him.

"Everyone's perception of good and bad is different, I want to know what is your perception of good and bad?" I lowered my voice, trying to sound serious.

"A good thing is to do something that makes others happy. A bad thing is naturally the opposite! It is a bad thing if others are unhappy after doing it."

"But sometimes what you do, some people are happy, some people are not happy. For example, you are the general of your tribe galloping on the battlefield and harvesting other territories. It is a happy thing for the people in your tribe, but for those who are harvested by you For the tribe, it is an extremely painful thing. Then you say, is it a good thing or a bad thing for you to kill people for the tribe?"

"Killing is a bad thing, no matter who it is for or who it is. But there is no way. As the crown prince, I had no choice."

"What will happen if you don't become a general and don't go to war?"

"My father has seven children, and I am the eldest. If I don't do this, how can I live up to my father's expectations of me!"

"So your father's expectation of you is to let you kill people?"

"My father hopes that I can become an excellent tribal leader, and killing people is an essential part of it."

"Then do you like killing people?"

"To tell you the truth? It was fun at the beginning, but the more you kill, the less you feel. My heart is like a dead wood, I don't have any feelings. Killing, eating, shitting, sleeping with women, just a few things, every day repeating."

"If you had to choose again, would you still choose to be a general and lead troops to fight?"

"Choice? Oh, I've said it all, I don't have a choice."

I don't know if it's because he can't drink too much, he just wanted to grab the wine jar with one hand, but he missed it, the wine jar fell to the ground and broke, the wine spilled all over the floor, and the smell of alcohol permeated instantly.

"Ah, look, it's like this wine jar was broken at this moment. I am this wine jar, and fate is the one who threw me. How can I escape the palm of fate? Crack, it's broken."

"The wine jar will be broken because the wine jar can't move, you can't choose, it's a still life. And you are alive, how can a living person compare with a clay jar?"

Kecha's face was as red as fresh pork liver because of the alcohol.

"Living people! What about living people! You have to obey the arrangement you are born in! Just like this broken pot, I can smash it if I want to break it, no matter what is in it The broken wine in hell is still the best wine."

"So what's on your mind that you want to talk to me about?" I asked.

"I don't fucking want to be a crown prince. I want to be free! I'd rather be a homeless man on the frontier. Even if I live by begging every day, at least my life is my own!"

"You are no longer the Crown Prince."

"But I'm not reconciled! I sacrificed so much for the tribe. In the end, I didn't even become the king for a day, so I died halfway. What do you think my whole life is for? Isn't it just to inherit the throne? Killed so Many people, in the end it was nothing, nothing, even life.”

"Now that you know the final outcome, if you choose again, would you still choose to work for the tribe?"

"I said, I don't have a choice, do you fucking understand people's language?" Kecha's tone was irritable.

"You have always had a choice. You can choose to give up the crown prince and walk away as a frontier bum. You can also choose not to be a general and give the title to your brother or another general. Talent. You can choose to hide your name, go south to the Central Plains, and never have anything to do with your father and tribe. You have always had a choice, it just depends on whether you want to choose or not."

"It's easy to say, you don't understand my situation at all."

"You're right, I don't understand your situation. Even if you tell me in detail, you can't fully understand what you haven't experienced. If that's the case, why do you want to talk to me about your thoughts?"

"Damn it, I think other ghosts have a good chat with you, why come to me like this."

"What does it look like?"

"Dead wood, one tendon."

I laughed: "The person who has been insisting that he has no choice is Kechahanji himself!"

Kecha stood up and slammed the pottery bowl on the ground.The pottery bowl was also shattered beside the fragments of the wine jar, the wine stains, broken pottery, and Kecha also spat on it, it was horrible.

"I won't chat with you anymore, you are no different from those bull-headed horse noodles, you are talking about the same thing!"

I looked coldly at the angry guest in front of me: "I didn't think clearly about how I wanted to live, so I blamed the injustice of fate for no reason. In fact, every injustice of fate reminds you of the imbalance in your state at that time. It's a pity , You have never seen it. Even if you heard it, you would treat it as nonsense. Why do you say that you will go to hell if you don’t go to hell? It’s so righteous? In the end, it’s just that you don’t have the courage to face the truth.”

Kecha slapped my wooden table with a slap, and the top of the wooden table was sunken, and the ink in the inkstone splashed onto his thick fingers: "Then tell me, what is the truth."

"What you don't want to see or hear is the truth."

Kecha smiled contemptuously: "I don't want to listen to your nonsense anymore."

"Let's go." I said.

Kecha walked to the door with big strides, turned his head and pointed at my face, and said loudly, "I've never seen a more unreasonable and unreasonable person than you!"

"Well, remember to close the door."

The door was slammed shut with a bang, and the fury that could be detected still lingered in the air of the office.I poured a cup of bitter tea and drank it in a big gulp, as if I could feel the beating of my heart caused by the quarrel in my chest.I looked at the sunken palm print on the wooden table, thought about the irritable guest just now, and thought about what I had said, and suddenly felt inexplicably sleepy.

Get some sleep before your next guest.

Speaking of which, since I came to hell, I haven't slept for a long time.

(End of this chapter)