All living beings in hell

Chapter 113 - The Guest Trapped Behind the Surface
There was a sound of squeezing and rubbing between the branches and leaves of the big trees. There was a breaking sound of branches in this sound, which didn't seem to be caused by the wind.

When I was about to go out to check, a thick branch poked into the office from the gate.The lines on the bark are changing rapidly, and every fold and gully is moving like liquid.The flow slowly calmed down, forming the appearance of a human face on the frontmost branch.Because the bark itself is rough, this face is wrinkled, and the specific gender cannot be distinguished, and it is even a bit abstract.

"I'm your next guest. I don't want to express anything by entering the venue. It's just that my body is trapped on the surface. I can only walk around there. Please forgive me."

"Behind the surface? What do you mean?"

This wrinkled face turned into some kind of fluid again and started to swim again.The branches receded towards the door.The liquid flows along the branches to the intersection of the bark and the wall, and the original texture on the wall also flows instantly.The liquid passed through the floor again, climbed up the legs of the wooden chair, the chair surface, and finally stopped on the surface of the chair back.

The texture slowly solidified again, forming a human face.This face is very similar to the previous one, but because the texture of the back of the wooden chair is much finer than the bark, this face looks softer, not as ferocious as before.

"It's like this, my lord. I can only travel in the world beyond the surface, being part of the matter I'm attached to."

"Okay, then don't swim away, just stay in the chair, it will be convenient for us to talk."

"I thought branches would be a good idea at first. Trees are alive, and when I'm attached to a plant, I can cause the plant to grow and go places I couldn't go by myself."

"Having said so much about myself, what should I call you?"

The expression of the face on the chair is constantly changing, but because the wood grain is so abstract, it is a bit difficult for me to observe its expression: "Whatever I am attached to is what it is. For example, I am on this chair now, my The name should be Chair."

"Where was your original name? Before it was attached to anything? Do you have a name?"

"That name has nothing to do with me, now please call me a chair!" The guest said confidently.

I thought about it, and quilled "The Guest Trapped Behind the Surface": "Okay chair, tell me how you got stuck behind the surface? How long have you been there?"

"How long have you been..." The chair was caught in some kind of thinking, but suddenly it said loudly: "I am not a perpetual calendar now! If I were in a perpetual calendar, I could answer your question! I am not a calendar now, just a chair !So I can't answer your question that has nothing to do with chairs!"

"Are you completely one with the chair?"

"I am the chair. If I want, I can also be the floor, a book, or even the quill in your hand."

"What's it like to be a chair?"

"Nothing special, I look forward to every weight and body temperature sitting on me. If it's the most comfortable weight and body temperature, it's like hugging my lover. If it's too heavy, I will struggle. It's just It’s just hard work, as a chair, I have no complaints.”

"What do you usually like to do?"

"My lord, I've said it all, I'm just a chair now. So I don't know how other objects feel except for the chair."

"You're just attached to a chair, aren't you? You're not a chair, and you can't replace a chair. You're some sort of fluid being who can choose. Well, stop role-playing with me. What I care about is interviewing you." Existence, not an interview chair. If I'm interested in a chair, I don't need you to spread the word."

The guest fell silent for a long period, when suddenly the texture of the chair began to flow again.The liquid flowed down the chair legs to the floor, heading towards my desk.I quickly activated the golden talisman barrier, and the barrier opened in front of the table, blocking the wooden table and chairs behind.

The liquid climbed up the surface of the golden talisman along the junction of the floor and the barrier, and the runes on the golden talisman began to change, gradually forming the familiar face.This human face protruded slightly from the barrier, staring at me.

"It's so hot, I'm so hot." The guest's eyes showed ecstasy, "What a powerful energy! Can this energy allow me to obtain a physical body!"

"If you are a golden talisman, do a good job of the golden talisman barrier."

"But what you said, sir, don't play role-playing games with you anymore!"

The surface of the golden talisman barrier began to bend and shrink inward, like a layer of aluminum foil, slowly adsorbing on a certain surface, a certain complete human body surface.It was a man, naked, completely covered by the golden talisman barrier, and finally sealed on the back spine.

"Hahaha! This carrier! I really like it!"

The man's eyes became even crazier. He crossed his hands lovingly, stroking his arms, forearms, abdomen, and chest.Runes flowed all over his body, shining golden.

I looked at the man in front of me and whispered, "Take it."

The golden light barrier instantly turned into a golden talisman, and before the man had time to withdraw, the barrier had turned into a piece of talisman paper again.I used the energy of the jade bracelet to suspend the charm in the air, without touching any solid surface in all directions.The spell on the talisman paper seemed to be struggling, but it couldn't focus on the human face.The man's slightly painful voice came from the talisman.

"My lord, I was wrong, I was wrong. Please, let me go, let me go. I won't dare again!"

"What's wrong? Don't dare to do anything?"

"Me! I shouldn't have played with your golden talisman! I was wrong!"

"I don't trust you, so the rest of our conversation will go like this."

"But Mr. Writer! Talisman paper! It's so hot inside the talisman paper! It's so hot...I can't take it anymore..."

"Isn't this the power you want? Enjoy it."

"I...if I can't do it...my lord, let me out..."

"We're already in hell, you can't die. Lose consciousness at most, but unconsciousness may mean that you don't know what I will do with this talisman next time, do you? So you better stay awake , don’t play role-play with me, don’t pretend to be unconscious with me.”

"Does your lord want to trap me in the talisman paper forever?"

"Now let me ask you, what was your original name, and why were you trapped behind the surface?"

"My lord... I'm not lying... I really don't have a name. Self-consciousness begins, and it's in the world behind the surface. I always feel... This is a punishment from a certain god... I don't think so Otherwise, how could I survive forever in this gloomy world without memory or name?"

"What's the world like behind the surface?"

The man in the golden talisman was silent for a while, and said slowly: "Here, I can understand the meaning of each item... The chair is made for people... The golden light barrier is very powerful, very hot, and very dense... The door The tree outside is very old, very old, so old that it has its own set of wisdom system, which serves as a kind of bridge but does not compete with the world... I can know the meaning of everything, and I am everything.

But I... who am I? "

"Yeah, who are you?"

The golden talisman trembled a few times in the air: "I don't know, my lord. Is my existence really meaningful?"

"Then what do you think it means for you to feel everything?"

"Be them."

"What's the point of being them?"

"As long as their existence is meaningful, then it is meaningful to me."

"Oh, you think that the meaning of your existence is given to you by other substances, right? Or, if you are attached to that object, that object allows you to inherit the meaning of its existence, isn't that so?"

"I think so, if I am a chair, then I will make a chair. If I am a gold talisman, I will make a gold talisman."

"It's a pity that you are not, you are not them, unless you become that chair, this golden talisman, this tree forever. Otherwise you are just some kind of liquid spirit that exists under the surface, and you experience the feeling of being different substances .”

"I could be a chair forever too! Anyone who needs it! I can!"

"Let the chair do the work of the chair, you should make your own."

The man in the golden talisman was silent for another long period.

"But I don't know what my job is?"

"Your ability to perceive the meaning of existence of everything is quite remarkable! It depends on how you want to use it."

"How should I use it?"

"How do you think it can be used?"

"I...I don't know."

"Go ahead and experience it before you know it, and continue to experience the feeling that different substances bring to you."

"I've experienced a lot, but I still don't know."

"Is this the first time you are attached to a golden talisman?"

"Go back to your lord, yes."

"How does it feel to be attached to the golden talisman for the first time?"

"It feels...very powerful...I like this power very much. This power can even help me transform into a human form. I really look forward to having my own body."

"From the perspective of becoming a golden talisman, in addition to you feeling the meaning of the existence of the golden talisman, you also know that you want equally powerful power and a humanoid body. You are not without self-awareness, you know what you like, what you want."

"What does the writer mean... is it?"

"Explore self-awareness by becoming something else, what you want, what you're afraid of, what you're attached to. That's why you, you exist for yourself."

The charm on the golden talisman paper no longer struggled, and the man no longer complained about the heat.

"This process will take a long time." The man said slowly.

"You have a lot of time."

I waved my hand to withdraw the suspended energy wrapped in the golden talisman, and the golden talisman slowly fell from the air to the floor.The man flowed from the golden talisman to the floor, and then flowed towards the gate of the office.The wood grain on the floor is pushed away, and the man flows all the way to the door, where the grain of the door re-forms the man's face.His eyes looked at me for a moment.

"I don't know what it's like to be the master's quill?"

"It will be hard work," I replied.

The textured face looked like he shook his head helplessly, and flowed out through the crack of the door.

(End of this chapter)