All living beings in hell

Chapter 124 - Abandoned
The lotus lantern at the entrance was lit up, and the firm welcomed seven guests No.70.

Before the arrival of the guests, the space in the office seems to undergo some subtle changes.The change was so subtle that it was almost imperceptible. At first I thought it was my eyes that were dazzled, and there seemed to be some kind of copper-colored rust on the wooden floor.The second is the smell, the smell is like a sea of ​​blood and sea breeze, a fishy smell, but this bloody smell is a bit too old.It's not like tidal sea water, it's more like a quagmire full of flies and white maggots.

I looked around with some vigilance, and saw vines crawling out of the cracks in the wall, dark brown vines with thorns, and flower buds on the vines.It was only momentary, and the flowers bloomed as gorgeously as a rose in its heyday.It is instantaneous again, and then withers away.While the previous residual flowers have not withered completely, the new flower buds from the back have sprung out again.Vines crawled along the cracks in the wall, like some kind of footless creature with its own breath and blood.

"Who is here?" I asked, the jade bracelet on my wrist glowed green.

The thorny vines gradually gathered in front of me, and the friction between the vines made a squeezing sound, and some flowers burst into pulp during the squeezing process, and a more intense fishy-sweet smell filled the whole office.

The veins of the plant gather, twist, and shape a woman's body.Unknowingly, the whole office has become like a huge plant greenhouse. The air is humid, and water droplets can form in the nostrils when you take a deep breath.The walls are covered with roots everywhere, and the original office has been changed beyond recognition.

The woman's figure formed by plants slowly opened her eyes, a pair of red eyes.She spoke slowly, the words echoing.

"My lord, do you still have the habit of staying here?"

"Where is this place, and who are you?"

"Here is inside my body, my name is the straw, which is a part of this tree."

"Why did you bring me here?"

"I should be the one who asked you, my lord. I was originally the same age as the tree of wisdom. When the tree fell asleep, I was also asleep. Now that the tree of wisdom is taking root in hell, it is also the time for me to wake up again."

"So you are No.70 guest number seven?"

"No. 77? That guest is no longer here."

The hand formed by the vines put the number plate on my table. This number plate is so damaged that the number 077 can barely be seen.

"Alright, then I will receive you. May I ask why you are looking for me today?"

"A hundred ghosts wanted to kill you before, but now you are really dead, but you are still an official in hell. It is interesting and interesting. You are not afraid of ghosts and death when you write. I am really curious what are you afraid of?"

The sharp thorns on the wall began to grow and extend, coming straight towards me.

"If you want to test my patience, you don't need to spend so much energy. I will just chase the customer when I write."

"These thorns look scary, but they can't hurt you at all. How can you say that the real thing can hurt the incorporeal body?"

In the gap between speaking, the sharp thorn has penetrated my body.But my body didn't feel anything at this time, like a ghost walking in the world, ignoring any barriers.

"So why are you looking for me today?"

"The writer thinks, what is a real thing and what is a virtual thing?"

"All virtual and real are in comparison. The dimensions are different, and the cognition of real and virtual is also different. You say that your spikes are real, and they can't hurt me who is a void of spiritual consciousness. But for me Say, I can touch myself but not the thorn. Then I am real to myself, but the thorn is virtual to me?"

The sharp thorns began to shrink around and returned to the wall.The young man narrowed his eyes, looking interested.

"Then am I true or false to the writer?"

"Why do you care so much about this?"

"If, as you say, everything is compared, then it becomes quite subjective. Isn't there an objective measure?"

"Why do we need objective metrics?"

"Easy to observe and measure."

"Observe and measure what?"

"The dimension of its own existence and the weight generated in this dimension."

"Please explain this sentence in detail."

Yaojiao's humanoid body suddenly spread out and melted to the ground.Vines climbed up beside my wooden table, and the vines crossed my hands and my body, forming a woman lying sideways on my wooden table.Yao Qiao opened his eyes again and looked at me with his head propped up.

"Even so, you can't touch me?"

Obviously, it looks like a substantial plant stem and leaf to the naked eye, but my hand seems to be swiping through a large piece of gel.Although the manuscript paper was pressed under Yaojiao's body, my eyes could see through it directly and see every word on the paper clearly.

One of Yaojiao's hands stretched out towards my chest and went straight through. The palm of the vine grabbed the air on my back and pulled it out again.

I look at her, we are not of the same dimension.

"It is sad to be able to see and hear, but not touch!"

"how do I say this?"

"Don't the writing master long for skin-to-skin contact?"

"Why sad?"

The vines scattered away from the table again, wrapping the wooden chair layer by layer until the human form reappeared.

"I have been in this tree for more than a hundred years. During this period, I have traveled with the roots of this tree for several times, and finally fell here to take root and grow. But I never thought that I would have no real body after waking up. Most of the ghosts in hell, touched Can't touch, some can't even see my flowers. I've been looking for a bull's head and a horse face, and I've been looking for death. You know how? Not even death's scythe can hook me. I'm in this hell Existing, yet as if not existing. Reality and void, existence and nothingness, this is what I am now, my lord."

"Maybe you don't belong to this dimension?"

"You're right, I don't feel like I belong here, but I can't leave right now."

"Why can't you leave?"

"My root system is closely connected with this ancient tree. If I leave this tree, I will disappear completely in a short time."

"Totally dissipate? Do you mean wither? Or do you mean the soul is gone?"

"Both of what you said are possible, and neither is what I want."

"So it seems that there is nothing to do for the time being."

"Talking about this with an adult today is to find a way out. Let me stay in a comfortable dimension, at least touch others, and have some intersections without leaving my roots. "

"You said, not all ghosts can't see you, right? But everyone can't touch you?"

"I can see, like you, you may still be able to smell the fragrance of flowers, but none of the ghosts and gods in this hell can touch me. They regard me as a heavy wall in the world. It may be beautiful, but it is nothing to mention."

"If your root system is still shared with the ancient tree, it means that part of your dimension is still in hell."

"No. This tree is an existence that transcends dimensions. No matter when and where, it has entities and images. It's not that I have the dimension of hell, but this ancient tree contains me."

Not only was there nothing going on in my head, but my temples were starting to ache from concentrating.I poured myself a cup of hot tea and drank half of it slowly.

"Either adapt or break through, choose one of the two."

"My lord, what do you say?"

"Either adapt to the untouchable life, continue to share nutrients with the ancient trees in hell, maybe one day your consciousness will be able to evolve a sense of touch that adapts to this dimension.

Either grow out completely, grow out of hell, grow out of this dimension, grow to where it suits you.If you want thorns, there will be thorns.If you are willing to bloom, then bloom everywhere.

Neither option brings a guaranteed result, but at least you can try.Or, the first one, you are already trying. "

"The second sounds terrible. What if I extract all the nutrients of the ancient trees for my own growth, and I don't find the dimension I want in the end, what should I do?"

"If the tree of wisdom is an interdimensional existence, then it shouldn't survive on limited nourishment. The second kind is indeed very risky, and I'm just giving some of my insights here. How to decide specifically, Yao Think about it for yourself."

"Is there no other way?"

"I have limited knowledge in writing, so I tried my best."

The young straw looked a little depressed, she put away the roots of the plants on the wall, and the scent of roses in the office also dissipated a little.

"It seems that's the only way to go now."

The surrounding flowers bloomed one after another, and no new flower buds grew out.The human-shaped vines on the wooden chair melted and squirmed on the ground.

"I'm not depressed, my lord. I've thought about these options for a long time, and I probably just want to hear your opinion. There is no better way to hear the officials of the underworld. It seems that I can't do it now. Not anymore."

"Which one would you choose?"

"I am unwilling to be born here. I don't have the courage to grow out. My lord, why is it so difficult?"

"Rare may not only be the situation, but also the state of mind."

The thorns were withdrawn, the vines were pulled out from the cracks in the wall and the floor, and Yaojiao said the last word before leaving.

"Let's talk again, let's talk again."

The last vine came out from under the door, and the petals left on the floor gradually became transparent, and finally faded into the invisible like fog.The business was back to normal, I touched the table with my hands, and I touched the air with my hands.I took off my clothes and lay down on the floor, looking at the high hanging roof, fell into a deep sleep.

(End of this chapter)