All living beings in hell

Chapter 72 Blowing Balloons

The sapphire pen was broken. Although ordinary bamboo pens could be used instead, I searched all the bamboo pens in the office, and none of them were easy to hold.Either it's too thin, it's too light, or it's rough, and there's something wrong with it.

I was more obsessed with finding a good pen than I expected.If you casually use a bamboo pen to receive guests, you might as well just use your finger to dip in ink and draw on the paper, which makes the same sense!
The current situation is not optimistic: the sapphire pen is broken, and the right hand is broken.Although the pen can be found again, the part of the hand is only a spiritual body, and it is not difficult to regenerate.But the development of the overall incident seems to exceed my expectations than a broken pen and broken hand-I think of the six-armed Asura yelling at me, thinking of Al Lan's words-an ordinary clerical job seems to be about to Be drawn into unforeseen domains.

But I do hate trouble.

If I was pushed to the front line to fight and kill, I would rather do this clerical job of writing.

It's not that I don't like conflicts, it's just that fighting with hands is a bit strenuous.

Staying in my small office every day to receive customers and write and write, I am already exhausted like this.I also have to worry about whether I will be beaten up by the guests or have my right hand broken.If there is really a war in hell, then I might as well close the office as soon as possible and find a cave to live in seclusion to avoid the limelight.It is okay to reopen the office after the war is over.

——No matter how fierce the rainstorm is, it will always pass.As with war, so with peace.

——Then if you have time, just wait.

--At least, that's what I think.

The jade bracelet on the left hand was emitting a dim light at this moment.I was thinking about the direction to go to the Hell Bazaar, when the jade bracelet suddenly flew out of my wrist, and expanded into a door that could just accommodate one person through the air.Inside the door is a huge whirlpool, and the wind from the whirlpool shakes the long hair on my temples.

After the vortex subsided for a while, I looked back through the gate—the ghosts and ghosts were coming and going behind the gate, and it was the Hell Bazaar.

I stepped across the passage formed by the jade bracelet and walked into the market.

The bazaar was a little more deserted than before, there were few items on the human stalls, and even the young lady with odd-color pupils who sold plush toys was gone.As I was wandering in the street, a giant hand suddenly pressed on my shoulder.

"Hey, writing, why did you break your hand?"

A familiar voice came from behind, and the huge force pushed me to the ground, unable to move forward.I turned around, and it turned out to be the six-armed Asura from the blacksmith shop.

"Long time no see, something happened recently."

Asura glanced at the jade bracelet in my hand, grabbed my shoulders, and walked to his blacksmith shop: "Alan came to look for you?"

"Yes."

I didn't say any more, thinking that there are many people in the market, and it's not a place to ask questions.Let Ashura lead me forward.

"What should I call you?" I asked Asura.

Asura raised his eyebrows, and a puff of hot air came out of his nostrils: "So serious, you treat me as your guest?"

"...I really want to know your name."

"Die Liang." Asura replied, "You won't ask me why I came to this hell next, will you?"

"I may have more questions to ask today."

Ashura smiled and didn't reply.We had reached the door of the smithy by this time, and he drew back the curtain and beckoned me to go in.

There was no light inside the blacksmith shop, it was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.Just when I was wondering, Die Liang's voice sounded from my left ear.

"Your jade bracelet has an ability that can only be used by you."

"What ability?"

"It can visualize any space you imagine, any space."

While Die Liang was talking, the jade bracelet on my left wrist had already started to emit a dim green light.

"Just like the succubus, is it the ability to create illusions?"

"What the succubus creates are dreams, but dreams do not belong to the succubus. The illusion you create belongs to you. You decide who comes, who goes, who stays, who lives and who dies."

"So you don't want to talk to me in the smithy. You want to talk to me in the fictional space I've created, right?"

"Absolutely safe, writing, what I care about is absolute safety."

The jade bracelet once again soared into the air from my wrist, I closed my eyes and imagined a space—an absolutely safe space.The jade bracelet got bigger and bigger, and when I opened my eyes, it suddenly rushed towards me and Di Liang with a whistling sound.In just an instant, we were engulfed by the jade bracelet.

I took a deep breath, like the smell of green grass, but when I looked around, it was pitch black and I couldn't see anything.

"It's absolutely safe here."

"Where is this?" Die Liang asked.

"A place I just imagined, with the smell of fresh grass and earth, but it has no form or shape, and there is no one else except you and me."

"Why does it smell like grass and earth?"

I smiled: "When imagining this space, for some reason, I thought of life."

Die Liang also smiled: "The writer is a man of love."

"It's just sentimental."

Die Liang was suspended in the air, adjusted his body, with his head down and his feet up, looking at me upside down.

"What question do you want to ask me?"

"What do you say I'm hiding...Alan is also asking me, what am I hiding...but I don't understand what you are talking about. I receive guests every day and do my job well. Go shopping in the market and look at the sea of ​​blood. This kind of life is normal, and I don’t know what I’m hiding.”

"Why do you need such a regular and ordinary life, writing?"

"Because I like it, I like things to unfold one by one in an orderly manner, within a controllable range."

"If it's out of control, what should I do?"

"There have been out-of-control situations before... More than once... It can be said that after doing this clerical job, I face the risk of losing control almost every day. I gradually got used to it."

I thought for a while and continued: "Maybe I'm not completely used to it. This thing is like blowing up a balloon. Before you blow up the balloon, it's flat and small. You don't know you can blow it up." How big. Then you blow air into it, keep blowing, the space inside the balloon increases, but the elasticity is also getting weaker and weaker. Until, bang, it explodes, out of control, what should I do? Change A balloon to continue?"

Die Liang listened to me with great interest. This time, he changed to the posture of a sleeping Buddha, floating sideways in the space.

"Yeah, the balloon exploded, what should I do?" he asked.

"The balloon exploded. At this time, you found out why you put air in a balloon. Obviously, the whole body is full of air."

Die Liang laughed loudly: "Hahahahaha, it's interesting for you to write. But if you just want to put air in a balloon and take it away, what should you do?"

"What happened at this time has little to do with blowing up the balloon itself," I pointed to myself, "The key is why I blow up this balloon, since I know that one day the balloon will blow up, and I hate balloons blowing up, then Can I not blow this balloon."

"Yeah, can you not blow up a balloon?"

"That's why I'm here today, Die Liang," I said, looking at him seriously, "I don't want to blow up balloons."

Die Liang straightened up, sat cross-legged in the void, folded his arms in front of his chest, and shrank the other four behind him: "It seems that I need to convince you to blow up a balloon."

"You try it."

"Writing, you said, it has nothing to do with blowing up balloons. It's up to you, isn't it?"

"What do you mean?"

"If everything started because of you, it should end because of you."

I looked at the six-armed Asura in front of me, confused: "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Who are you, where are you from, why do you want to write this job. Why are you so attached to this job, have you considered these questions?"

I didn't answer, my chest and shoulders were slightly tight.

Die Liang stared at me suddenly, glaring: "No one can help you fully remember your past, except yourself."

"my past……"

The tension in his chest felt extreme, like a piece of solid ice.

"Your past, what you are hiding, is your past."

The solid ice in his body suddenly shattered, and a distant roar came from deep within his body.Die Liang's body was split in half from the middle, each half had three arms, and his mouth was still talking.

"It's time, pen, it's time."

(End of this chapter)