All living beings in hell

Chapter 107 Chapter 060:[-] - Entertaining to Death
060 Entertainment to Death
The lotus lantern at the entrance was lit up, and the office welcomed customer No.60.

A skeleton smashed open the door and flew in. It fell to the ground and exploded with a crisp sound. The bones were scattered everywhere.Before I could react, a fat man in a circus red dress and bowler hat jumped into the office.

"Clang clang!" He matched the entrance sound in his mouth, and then sang.

"Have you heard my name

The amazing Ali

Ali gives you happiness
Ali gives you novelty! "

With his singing, the bones scattered on the ground were reassembled to form a complete human skeleton.The skeleton danced exaggeratedly to Ali's singing.

Ali has all the animals you want to see

Ali, the monster you want to see, has it all!

elephant trunk baby

lobster hand boy

Siamese twins
Sound of Heaven
Ali took the hand of the skeleton, and the two danced a pas de deux.The skeleton pulled Ali around in a circle.

if you are not satisfied

Tell Ali what do you want?
no monster ali can't find
I will fulfill your request! "

After the singing fell, Ali held the skeleton in his hands and posed in a gorgeous lower waist shape.The skeleton lost all signs of life again, and fell to the ground again, with bones scattered all over the ground.

Ali took off his bowler hat and bowed deeply to me: "My lord, I am the greatest circus owner of all time, Ali."

I wrote down Ali's name with a quill: "Alright Ali, what are you looking for today?"

"I'm going to prove that I'm the greatest circus king of all time!"

"Why prove this to me?"

"My lord, no one can refuse the entertainment I created! I want to prove that no matter in the world or in hell, the performances I provide are irreplaceable!"

"How are you going to prove it?"

"Babies are waiting!"

Ali clapped his hands, and suddenly there was a violent vibration under me.The whole office began to shake, books fell from the cabinets, and I gripped the edge of the desk.A howling sound came from under the tree, and the whole tree seemed to have been hit by some giant animal one after another, causing the leaves to fall.

"Ali, stop."

"My lord! The good show has just started!"

Ali stood up from his seat and made a movement of pulling the curtain out of thin air. Suddenly, a big hole broke in the floor under me, and I fell down with the chair.

It all happened so fast, and before I could react, a spotlight hit me.I looked around and found that I had been teleported to another dimension,
This is a theater built with black, red and white tents, and in the middle of the theater is a giant circular stage.I leaned sideways on the stage, and the audience below had the same expression, looking at me on the stage with a smirk.Looking closely, these audiences are not human beings, but puppets that resemble human figures.

I put my hand into my pocket, rubbed the dragon scales of Yang oyster, and called him silently in my heart.

"The great performance is about to begin!" Ali's voice came from the depths of the theater, "Please! The Hell Writer will perform for everyone! Trapeze!"

As soon as the words fell, my official uniform disappeared and was replaced by an overly gorgeous circus performer's tights.The bright blue leather material hugged the skin tightly, and my bare body was painted with glitter.The audience in the audience was restrained by an invisible lead, and applauded in unison.I looked at the bottom of my feet, and found that I was standing on a platform at least ten meters high, and in front of me was a circle of trapeze people.

"Ali, I don't want to play with you, take me back to the office." I said sharply.

"Once the show starts, how can it stop?" Ali laughed arrogantly, a little hysterically.

"Jump! Jump!" the audience below shouted collectively.

"Send, I, go back." I ordered again.

"Otherwise? Master Writer? Otherwise, what can you do?"

A familiar dragon roar came from behind the auditorium, and the puppet audience turned to look, Yang oyster flew towards me from the unknown darkness.

"Master Writer!" Yang Oyster shouted loudly.

Just as he was infinitely approaching the stage, there was a violent crash.The entire stage seemed to be covered by some kind of protective barrier, and the oyster slammed into it fiercely, leaning its body and falling into the auditorium.The puppets in the auditorium rushed towards Yang Oyster, one by one pressing on Xiaolong like an arhat.The dragon's body was quickly overwhelmed by a group of puppets, and I heard the sound of gnawing.

"Hahahahahaha, what kind of weak guardian is this!" Ali continued to laugh, "Writer, if you don't jump, I will kill your guardian, and then I will kill you!"

I sat down cross-legged and shouted in the direction of Ali's voice, "You can't kill my protector, let alone me."

There was a huge heat in the auditorium, a fire burst out from the pile of puppets, and a lot of thick smoke began to fill the air.The flames quickly engulfed all the wooden dolls and spread to the surroundings, and the Yang oyster flew out from under the pile of broken and charred dolls panting with a dragon's breath.

"If you don't let go of writing, I'll burn your circus!" Yang Oyster's eyes were also on fire, and every scale on his body was red.

"You burn it. If you burn it, I'll build another one! It's not difficult to build a circus. As long as I'm here, I can do whatever I want." Ali said disdainfully.

Yang Oyster was completely enraged and lost his patience, he sprayed the fire of catastrophe from the air, and the raging flames began to burn in this space.Some of the puppets screamed and ran through the audience with fire all over them, calling for help.Some fell sluggishly on the spot, turning into coke.

"Writing, do you just have the heart to watch your Dharma protector kill?"

"Puppets don't have physical bodies. They have no life. If their wooden bodies are broken, it can be regarded as helping to liberate their souls. It's a good thing. Besides, how I want to work is his business. If he wants to burn you his job."

"He can't burn me, because I'm not in this space at all haha, how can he burn a person who is not in this space?"

"Let's just chat, Ali. Why did you bring me to this place?"

"Collection, Mr. Writer. You are my collection, and like the monsters I collected, they are all rare things. With your rare things, there will always be audiences willing to come and see them."

"Oh, so you brought me here to attract an audience. Did you find an audience in hell?"

"Where are there audiences in hell! Those ghosts are even more monsters than the monsters I collected. Yes, they are real monsters. So I can't collect monsters now, I have to collect decent people like you, and put you In a beautiful little world, show it to the ghosts. 'The famous writer will perform trapeze for everyone', tell me how many ghosts you can attract just by this!"

"Show them, then what? What do you get?"

"What do I get? My lord, I don't need to get anything. Seeing those ghosts enjoying their faces, I feel like I got the whole world! I love my audiences love me!"

The fire of catastrophe spouting from the dragon's belly is still burning at this moment, and the fire is getting bigger and bigger, and the entire auditorium has been turned into a sea of ​​flames.The flames licked the barrier of the stage, and the barrier made a slight cracking sound.

"I don't want to perform, and you can't kill me, what are you going to do?"

The sound of a whip whipped in this space: "If you don't perform, I will whip you!"

"you dare."

"How do you know I dare not? I am the master of this circus!"

"How dare you?" I continued to ask back.

Ali yelled angrily, "Writer, don't think you're a hell official! I did your background check! It's just a dead human soul! No spells at all!"

"Then you can come and have a try."

There was a snap of the whip on my back, and I rolled forward all at once.It was so strange, even though he had no physical body, there was an almost unbearable burning pain from his back.

A figure of Ali holding a whip came out of the darkness: "I didn't expect you to like being beaten so much, Mr. Writer."

The stage barrier made a finer cracking sound again, and Yang Oyster's body hit the barrier again and again.Ali smiled evilly, and pulled the whip from his hand. I backed up and dodged, but unexpectedly stepped on the air and slid down the ten-meter-high platform.I quickly grasped the edge of the high platform with my eyes and hands.

"Go to hell, write."

Ali stepped on my fingers that were holding the edge, and the soles of the iron boots repeatedly crushed my fingers.

"It's not that I'm going to die, I'm so dead that I can't die anymore."

With a sound of explosion, the stage barrier was shattered, and Yang Oyster rushed into the stage with flames all over his body, and attached a layer of golden talisman protection around me.

"Good luck, Ali."

I let go and fell off the ten-meter-high platform.The moment Ali looked down at the high platform, the flames of the Yang oyster spit out on the ten-meter high platform.Ali didn't seem to care about the flames: "Do you want to burn me to death? I'm also a soul, how can I be afraid of fire?"

"My Warder did not intend to burn you."

My whole body was wrapped in a green ribbon made of jade bracelets, floating back into the air.

"The function of the fire of the catastrophe is not to incinerate, but to reverse the power. It doesn't matter whether you are a human being or a ghost."

Ali's body burned, and his originally broad figure began to shrink, shrink.The stage scene around him blurred, and this space was gradually being disintegrated.

"Impossible, writing...you can't..." Ali's voice also began to become immature, from an uncle to a teenager, and from a teenager to a high-pitched boy.

Ali's whip fell from the high platform, and the circus space completely disappeared.I closed my eyes and waited for three seconds. When I opened them again, I was back in the office.

I sat behind the wooden table, the floor under me was not broken, everything that happened just now should be an illusion.

At the moment, sitting on the wooden chair was a little boy in a red circus dress and a round cap. The boy was about eight years old.Yang oyster coiled him in the center like a boa constrictor, Ali couldn't move, his immature face was terrified.

"My lord, I was wrong, I was wrong, let me go."

"Why did you choose to be in the circus business?"

"I, I want to make money, make a lot of money... Circus business is easy to do, everyone likes to watch circuses. I like to see everyone applaud and praise my show..."

"So you choose to do the circus business because you want to make money and be liked by others?"

"My lord... please let me go, I was really wrong..."

"Answer my question, and I'll let you go after answering."

"Yes Yes……"

"There are many other businesses you can do to be liked and make money. Why did you choose this? Choose this kind of business that bases entertainment on other people's pain? Those monsters in your mouth are also human beings, with sentience and emotion, maybe more than you More emotional. Why choose this?"

"Looking at them...it feels good to listen to me obediently..."

"So you like to divide human beings into grades and grades according to their appearance, and then enslave the inferior people you think?"

Ali immediately defended: "You shouldn't just reprimand me! My lord! All human beings are like this! All human beings draw conclusions and make definitions according to the appearance of others! Freaks are freaks, and freaks are born to be It's just for fun, so at least I can make some money with my monster-like appearance!"

"It is precisely because of business people like you who are doing this kind of entertainment communication that more people feel that it is allowed to make fun of others' appearance. This allowed prejudice is packaged in the collective subconscious by entertainment to death and money supremacy. , making people's ideas narrow and ruthless, making people farther and farther away from true humanity."

"Is it that serious? I'm just making some money!"

"Yes. As long as you are doing entertainment communication, you are not only making money, but also spreading ideas. Ideas are like viruses, which can infect people's hearts and inspire good and evil in human nature. Ali, how did you come to hell? ?”

"After I died, the god of death came to seduce my soul and drag me to hell... I didn't think about it. I never believed in heaven and hell."

"Then think for yourself why you fell into hell after you die."

"The writer means that I have done too many evil things?" Ali's voice was full of provocation.

"You think for yourself."

"There's nothing wrong with hell. It's just cloudy. Anyway, I won't die here. It's fine."

I stared at Ali for a while, and I saw the souls of many beasts wandering in hell, ready to tear Ali apart from the dark at any time; I saw mourning ghosts trailing behind Ali, asking him over and over again why he did this to me in the first place ;I saw Ali being beaten by my own whip, but I didn't know who was whipping me...I saw more of the suffering that Ali was about to face in hell...

I did not say anything.

"If you think so, go for it."

"Go to what?"

"Today's conversation is over."

Yang Oyster's body loosened a little, giving Ali a little space to get out.Ali stood up from the chair supporting the dragon body, and walked towards the office door.

"There's nothing in hell! But that's it!"

"Goodbye."

Ali snorted and slammed the door.

(End of this chapter)