All living beings in hell

Chapter 106 Chapter 059:[-] - The King of the Wine Table
The lotus lantern at the door was lit up, and the office welcomed customer No. [-].

"Hello? Hello, can you hear me? Oh, I'm busy now, I have a meeting! I'll talk to you later!"

A middle-aged man's voice came from the door. His voice was so loud that he was almost shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Come in, please," I said.

A man in a white T-shirt with a big belly walked into the office, his little leather shoes kicked on the ground.

"Hey, you're just writing, right?"

"Well, what should I call you?"

"My surname is Wang Fanggui, just call me Mr. Wang."

The man sat on the wooden chair with his legs spread out, his left leg was shaking up and down, his hands rested on his knees, his hair was greasy and stuck to his scalp and he didn't know how long it hadn't been washed.There was a constant smell of animal grease and sweat from his body, which made my stomach a little nauseous.

"Alright Mr. Wang, may I ask why you are looking for me today?"

Mr. Wang opened his mouth to speak, and a smell of alcohol mixed with tobacco came straight behind the table.After the smell, something matted in his mouth, a large gold front tooth.

"I just want to talk to you, I don't know why I came here, it's inexplicable!"

"What's your last memory when you were alive?"

Mr. Wang continued to shake his legs, put his hands on his knees and touched his fat chin: "I remember that I went to drink and sing K with a group of good brothers. At that time, I also found a few young ladies, but the young lady's beauty is just like that. , I didn’t have enough fun. I have a brother who is very good at drinking and persuading. Every time I drink with him, I will drink too much, and I can’t stop it. The two of them and I killed two bottles of black square that night. Then there is no impression.

When I woke up, my body was not uncomfortable, but I was flustered from the cold.It's obviously summer in July and August, how can it be so cold?I was wondering too, not knowing where I was.It was dark all around, pitch black, and then lit up bit by bit.I found out, yo, I was actually in a sea of ​​flowers.

Ah, I know this place, isn't this the Manzhu Shahua Flower Field!I saw it in a public account article about hell before!But I still don't understand, why did I get here, am I dead? "

"It seems so at the moment, you died and then came to hell."

"But I don't understand, Mr. Writer. I was a lover before I was alive. I never did any sneaky things. Making money is also a duty, but it's just a bit lustful. Why did I fall into hell?"

"Have you got your Manjusawa?"

"Yes, a beautiful woman gave me a little red flower, asked me to come to write, and said that you can help me."

"Do you want me to help you?"

"Think! I want to find out what happened? I don't understand why I'm dead."

I thought about it, took off the jade bracelet on my hand and put it on the table, the jade bracelet turned into a slender jade vase.

"You put flowers in this vase."

Mr. Wang did as he did, and put the coquettish manjusawa in the bottle.When the slender flower stem entered the jade bracelet vase, a strong red light burst out from the green jade.The red light was revealed along with the ice-like cracks in the jade, illuminating the entire office.

"Hehe, there are a lot of rare things in hell!"

"Mr. Wang, the space we are going to enter next belongs to you alone. In that space, you will see you in countless past time and space before you were alive. If any images appear, they are illusions. Don't be afraid, and don't worry about it." Too nostalgic."

Manzhushahua bloomed to the extreme in the jade bottle, and the red light around her dimmed.The outline of the office gradually disappeared, leaving only the breathing of Mr. Wang and me.My body flew to a high place in this space, watching all this from above.Mr. Wang can't see me, but he can hear my voice.The light like a searchlight suddenly opened up, and countless figures stood in front of the white light.These figures were fat and thin, lined up in front of the bright light, each pair of eyes stared at Mr. Wang, making people hairy.

"My God! Why are there so many people!"

"Don't be afraid, they are all you. If you are confused, you can ask them."

I heard Mr. Wang swallowed, his lips moved, but he didn't speak.Eyes looking straight ahead, legs shaking.

"Don't be afraid, they won't hurt you, just ask directly." I comforted again.

"Okay...okay..." Mr. Wang wiped the sweat from his forehead and cleared his throat, "Everyone! How did I end up in hell! How did I die!"

A drunken man staggered from the crowd to President Wang, fell on top of him, and hugged his thigh: "One more drink! One more drink! Oh, don't go. I said It's you! Don't leave! Give me a drink! Don't leave! If you don't drink, you won't give me face!"

Mr. Wang looked at himself who was drunk and was still trying to persuade him to drink, and he was dumbfounded: "So I drank to death?"

The drunk pushed Mr. Wang, and Mr. Wang staggered a few steps, and fell back to the ground: "We are huge! How could we die from drinking!"

Another drunk Mr. Wang also ran up. Compared with Mr. Wang, this man is much younger, and his figure has not yet put on weight: "For entertainment, you always have to drink, everyone can understand. You drink, I will accompany you!"

The young man made a gesture of toasting to the air, and drank the air glass in his hand in one gulp.The voice of the noisy wine table came from the space: "Xiao Wang, you can drink! One more drink, and this business is for you!"

The young man was already delirious, but he smiled, excited and greedy, he finished another glass of wine, and then fell headfirst.Mr. Wang hurriedly ran over to help the young man up. The young man fell a mouthful of blood. He squinted his eyes and looked at Mr. Wang: "Who are you?"

A happy, open mouth, a cough, half of the front teeth flew out.

Mr. Wang looked at the young man, touched his gold teeth, threw the young man on the ground, and shouted into the space.

"So how did I die! Why did I come to hell!"

A steady voice came, and an old man in a black hanging shirt came out from the crowd. The old man was much older than President Wang.He has gray hair, a bun like a Taoist priest, and a beard that hangs down to his chest. He leaned on a cane and walked up to Mr. Wang without saying a word, and raised his hand to beat him.

The old man swung his cane and scolded: "I don't even know how I died, if you don't go to hell, who will go to hell!"

Mr. Wang raised his hand to stop the old man's violent beating: "Who are you! Do I know you!"

The old man's voice was trembling with anger, he coughed twice, and put his crutches on the ground again: "If you didn't die, I would be you 30 years later!"

As soon as the words fell, the figure of the old man faded away like the wind and disappeared in this space.Mr. Wang froze on the spot, standing stupidly, at a loss.Drunk, drowsy, drowsy, every remaining figure stared at him, with the same horrifying collective gaze, like some kind of silent judgment.

"Have you found the answer?" My voice came into the space.

"My lord... no... I don't know how to ask."

"If you ask, then what?"

"I... I don't know, but I really want to know how I died... I'm already dead, I should have this right..."

I looked at those angry figures from a high altitude, and asked loudly, "Would you like to tell Mr. Wang how he died?"

"Wang Dehuai, you were fucking killed by a car!" A voice came out from the shadow, followed by a maniacal laugh, "You've been fighting all your life and never thought you'd die like this!"

A figure who looked exactly like the current President Wang walked up to President Wang, raised his hand and slapped him twice: "I tell you to drink, tell you to drink!"

Mr. Wang broke out in a cold sweat, and he didn't fight back, just letting this man who was exactly like him slap him crazily, shaking his head from side to side.

"Wang Dehuai! Do you know how fucking hard we are!"

Mr. Wang didn't answer.

"We will take care of all the things you created for you, do you understand!"

"What did I do?" Mr. Wang retorted.

"Smoking a pack of cigarettes, drinking a catty, how many outrageous things you do after drinking, don't count?" The figure asked sharply.

"I don't even remember! Who would remember what I did after drinking too much!"

"Alright, Wang Dehuai, you don't remember these things, so you don't remember how you died!"

The figure snapped its fingers, and a car horn whistled from behind the headlights.The headlight turned into a heavy truck and rolled towards Wang Dehuai at a high speed.Wang Dehuai looked at the dazzling headlights and let out a scream.Another snap of the fingers, and the truck disappeared.

"You were so drunk that you collapsed on the road in the middle of the night, that's all!"

"No...impossible...impossible!"

Mr. Wang backed away in horror, backed up, and ran.He ran with all his strength, and rushed towards the dark place, the fat on his body made waves.

"You all lied to me! Get me out of this place!"

I said, "Wang Dehuai, stop, running like this is meaningless, it will only lead you to lose your way."

"Write! Write! You take me out of here! Take me out of here!"

"I have no way to take you out of here, only you can leave this self-space that belongs to you alone."

"I don't know how to leave! What am I going to do!"

"Stop first and ask them."

Wang Dehuai couldn't run anymore, he put his hands on his knees, arched his back and gasped for breath.Kneeling on the ground panting, almost crying: "Please, tell me how to get out of here, please."

The figures remained where they were, without any reaction.

"They may not hear you, you need to get closer," I said.

Wang Dehuai walked back to the light very unwillingly, like a criminal unwilling to accept the result of the referee.

"Tell me how I want to leave, please!" Wang Dehuai said loudly again.

"Why did you leave? Where are you going after you leave?" the drunk asked.

"Anywhere is fine, I don't want to stay here anymore."

"What's wrong here? We're all you, so there's nothing to be afraid of!" said the young man.

"It's because of me that you are all me... that's scary... that's scary... so scary..." Wang Dehuai seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

"You have to know, we don't want to trouble you," said the man who looked exactly like Wang Dehuai, "Our starting point is good intentions, if you leave here, you will have to say goodbye to your life completely. Once you leave here, you will enter hell completely, there is no turning back, and there is no chance to relive your life again. Even so, do you want to leave?"

Wang Dehuai was stunned again, he knelt on the ground and looked at everything in front of him, his entire back was already soaked in sweat.

"But... I'm dead..."

"Yes, you're dead, we're just a recorded image of your life, and we're also you," the figure said.

"Dead... just die... just die... I'm dead... I'm dead..."

Wang Dehuai knelt there and kept repeating these words, lost his soul and almost gave up thinking.

I have been watching from the air all the time: "Wang Dehuai, what do you decide to do now? If you want to accept the fact that you are dead, then say goodbye to them and follow me back to hell. If you don't want to, just stay here, and you make your own choice. "

"When should I give you an answer?" Wang Dehuai asked me.

"You don't need to give me an answer, you need to give yourself an answer. The time in hell is unlimited, and you can think forever. But my time is limited, and I will give you half a stick of incense time."

Wang Dehuai was silent for a while: "My lord, let's go to hell."

"Are you sure? Have you figured it out?"

"Death is dead, Mr. Writer, there is nothing to miss."

"Then thank them, they have been with you all your life, and they have borne so much for you."

"Thank you...thank you all." Wang Dehuai's voice trembled.

The figures looked at each other without answering.

"It's me... I was nothing before I was alive... I didn't treat you well, I didn't treat myself well..." Wang Dehuai cried as he spoke.

The figure sighed, walked up to Wang Dehuai and patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go when you're ready, don't keep your lord waiting."

Wang Dehuai raised his head, looked at the figure exactly like himself, and grasped his hand tightly: "Thank you."

"Take care of yourself in the next life."

"Hey! That's right! It's so stupid to be hit and killed by a car while drunk!" a drunk man shouted at Wang Dehuai.

"I will... I will take good care of myself... Thank you, thank you..."

The figure's hand left Wang Dehuai's shoulder, the light gradually dimmed, and the space fell into total darkness again.I returned to the chair behind the wooden table, and when the space switched back to the office, Wang Dehuai was sitting on the wooden chair wiping his nose and tears.The manjusawa in the jade bracelet bottle has withered, and the petals are scattered all over the table and all over the ground, like footprints.

"Wang Dehuai, what are you going to do next?"

"Black and white impermanence told me, after talking with you here, go to them... Maybe there will be... punishment. After all, this is hell..." Wang Dehuai's body trembled.

"Is there anything else you want to ask me?"

"I want to know what my next life will be like. Can I...can I still be human?"

"I don't know about this. I'm not in charge of reincarnation. You can ask about black and white impermanence in a while."

Wang Dehuai stood up in a daze, the smell on his body became more intense due to sweating.

"Let's go, Mr. Writer."

"Well, goodbye."

Wang Dehuai didn't answer me again, he walked out of the office with his head down.

(End of this chapter)