All living beings in hell

Chapter 137 - Mark
The lotus lantern at the door lit up, and the office welcomed No. 90 No. [-] customer.

A man with pigtails and a black turtleneck coughed twice at the door.He walked into the office quickly, turned around and closed the door behind him.He moved swiftly, walked to the wooden table in three steps and sat down in two steps, as if he was in a hurry.

"Okay, let's start. How do you usually go about this process?" The man's tone was flat, sounding like he was about to hold a business meeting.

"What should I call you?"

"mark."

"Why did you come to me today?"

"Eh--"

Mark dragged his voice, as if thinking about whether it was appropriate to ask about this matter.I waited patiently, brewed two cups of tea and placed them on the table.

"I want to go back to the world."

"Then you..."

Before I could finish my sentence, I was interrupted by Mark.

"I know, I know, I found the wrong official. I should go to Po Meng, not you, for returning to the world."

"Ah."

Mark rubbed his hands together and stood up as if to leave.He hesitated for a few seconds, then sat down again.

"Drink tea?"

"I don't touch things from hell." Mark frowned, looking disgusted.

"You wanted to leave, but you stayed. It seems that there is something else?"

"Generally, when interviewing Granny Meng, what questions will she ask?"

"I haven't had an interview, so I don't know."

"Aren't you on good terms with Po Meng? You don't even know that."

I raised my eyebrows to look at this fast-talking guest, and said slowly, "I don't know."

Mark clasped his fingers together and put them in front of his lips, as if thinking hard about something.I drank my tea slowly, waiting for him to speak.

"How many steps are there in general to get out of hell?"

"The steps of each soul are different. Some walk from Po Meng's side, and some leave by their own cultivation. If the steps are most familiar to the public, they go to Po Meng's side and wait in line for a certain year. It was arranged on a certain day of the month, called the number and drank soup, and jumped into reincarnation again."

"Isn't there a faster way?"

"Why so fast?"

"I can't stay in this damn place."

Mark's voice is not only fast, but also full of some kind of high-frequency anxiety.I try to slow down my speech to neutralize the rhythm of anxiety that fills the air everywhere.

"Mark," I said slowly, taking a sip of my tea, "how did you end up in hell?"

"Brain stroke."

"you look very young."

"Stay up all night."

"Oh, so you died suddenly."

"Yes, yes, what's the use of saying this?"

"What's the use? What do you want?"

"I just want to get out of here, don't talk to me about it. It's useless for you to ask me about it."

"If you want to leave hell so much, go out to find Granny Meng and line up now. Why come to me?"

"I see a ghost leaving directly from your side."

"That's when the time and fate came, and they left naturally. It has nothing to do with me. I am not an official in charge of the six realms of reincarnation."

"It's better not to be an official in charge of the six realms of reincarnation! You must know a way that others don't know. There are specific methods to improve the soul dimension, right? I heard that as long as you can improve the soul dimension, you can leave here."

"Only the soul is willing to learn, this matter..."

Before I could finish my sentence, I was interrupted by Mark again.

"I am willing, I am willing to learn. You teach me, how to improve this soul dimension?"

"You have a sip of tea first."

"Drinking tea can improve?"

I didn't speak, just looked at him.Mark looked into my eyes, then looked at the teacup, took a sip of the tea suspiciously, swallowed it with difficulty, his facial features wrinkled.

"What is this? It's too bad to drink."

"The more restless people drink this tea, the more bitter it will be."

"Is it okay to finish drinking?"

I didn't speak.Mark looked at me tentatively again, as if trying to read some information.He didn't read anything, he could only pick up the tea cup hesitantly, hesitated for a few seconds, and put it down.

"I think you're kidding me. Drinking this tea is useless."

"What use do you want?"

"Increase the dimension of the soul!"

"What do you think it means to raise the soul dimension?"

"Hell is one dimension, the human world is one dimension, and heaven is another dimension, right? The dimension of each soul is consistent with the frequency of the place it is in. My current frequency is consistent with the dimension of hell, that is, I can only stay in hell. If my soul frequency increases, I can go to a higher place. Is this the truth?"

"almost."

"So how to improve!"

"Let's drink tea."

"What is this tea? Is it a panacea? Is there any magic in the tea?"

"This is bitter tea, it can be put on fire."

"I don't want to get angry! I want to increase my frequency!"

I fell silent again and looked at him quietly.Seeing me like this, Mark picked up the cup angrily: "Okay, okay, can I drink it?"

He pinched his nose, like pouring Chinese medicine, and poured a whole cup of bitter tea into his stomach in three gulps.Then he hiccupped, and a bitter taste came back.

Mark suddenly covered his mouth, but he didn't hold back, and spit it out in a hurry.The floor was instantly sprayed with a layer of black oil-like viscous liquid, which flowed down the floor.A smell of burning white phosphorus diffused from the vomit, and Mark vomited again when he smelled this smell.He vomited five times in a row, but this time there was nothing to vomit in his body.

The five pukes had left my floor filthy, and Mark leaned back in the wooden chair panting like it took all his strength.

"How are you feeling now?" I asked.

"Tired... so tired..." Mark raised his head, staring at the ceiling, his chest heaving.

The jade bracelet in my left hand turned into a mop and fell beside Mark: "You clean up the vomit."

"No, no strength."

"It has to be done."

Mark raised his head and looked at me: "What's the good of cleaning it up?"

I didn't answer, I drank my tea slowly and looked at him through the mouth of the cup.

"No, I'm going to die of exhaustion."

"You are too dead to die."

"What will happen if I don't clean?"

"Nothing."

"Then what happens after cleaning."

"You can try it."

Mark hesitated, patted his thigh, picked up the mop and began to clean the floor.While tidying up the floor, he muttered, "I was like this when I was alive, and I have to be like this when I'm dead, so fucking tired!"

"What did you do when you were alive?"

"Old Party B! You have to make Party A's father happy all day long. You're going to make your father happy, and you're going to make consumers tired. I'm so fucking tired." , "Yes, I am indeed exhausted, damn it."

"I'm so tired, do you still want to go back to the world?"

"Who doesn't want to live well! If he can live well, who wants to go to hell."

While drinking tea, I watched Mark mopping the floor: "Then what do you think is living well?"

"I can eat what I want, wear the clothes I want to wear, have a few friends who drink and brag together, a family, and a few sensible lovers. The loan that should be repaid is repaid, and the money that should be earned is earned back. A Fang pays money on time, and Party C produces products on time. Take care of the elderly and children at home, and fulfill your own obligations. It is very important to have time for yourself to study, whether it is listening to the seminars of big names or reading. I can travel abroad a few times a year, I want to go with my family, and there are times when I can go out and play alone..."

Mark babbled on and on and on and on about what it meant to him to feel alive, until he mopped the floor.He leaned the mop against the bookshelf and looked at me proudly: "Are you satisfied?"

"Okay, you sit down."

Mark took a breath, sat on the wooden chair and looked at me: "How about it, can I go now?"

"What are you here for today?"

"I originally wanted to come here to find a way to leave hell, but I ended up doing hard work for you."

"You originally wanted to live a good life in the world, but you died suddenly at a young age."

"Are you poking my sore spot!"

"Think about it, why is this happening?"

I refilled Mark's teacup and Mark watched as the water poured into his cup.This time he took the initiative to pick up the teacup and took a sip: "It doesn't seem so bitter anymore."

"It looks like it's on fire."

"Why? My lord? I just want to live a good life. Why are people gone?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Could it be that I want too much?"

"What do you think?"

"I can't take care of energy, I'm so tired. I stay up day and night, always wanting to satisfy everyone. I'm so tired, really tired."

"Why do you always want to please everyone?"

Mark looked at me incredulously, like I shouldn't be asking this question: "It's my job."

"When a concept becomes solid, it will not only become the core concept of your work, but also affect every aspect of your life. You not only want Party A to be satisfied, you also want your lovers to be satisfied, your wife to be satisfied, The elderly and children are satisfied."

"Shouldn't it be?"

"What about yourself? You serve so much to others, are you satisfied with yourself?"

"If they are satisfied, I am satisfied."

"So you're exhausted."

"What does it matter!"

"People's energy is always limited. You can't satisfy everyone. You spend your time trying to please others but often neglect yourself. If you don't know how to take care of yourself, who will take care of you?"

"My wife should take care of me, otherwise what do I want my family to do?"

"Then does your wife take care of you?"

"Take care is taken care of, but I'm not satisfied. Sometimes I think it's better not to take care, it's even more tiring to take care of."

"Even if you are as close as a partner, it is difficult to fully take care of the physical and spiritual needs of another person. Because the person who really knows what you need is always yourself."

"I have so many things to do, how can I have time to take care of myself!"

"Well, you have created a closed-loop life. If you want to change it, you can only change it yourself."

"How do I change this!"

"The good thing is that you now have a lot of time in hell to reflect and reflect on what happened in your lifetime, so as to avoid the same sudden death in your next life."

"In the next life, my memory is gone. Who knows if I will remember these things. Maybe it will all happen again, and the ending will be the same."

"If you don't learn some cognition from your previous life, yes, everything will start all over again until you learn."

"What am I going to learn?"

"That's something you need to think about."

"After learning, can the soul be upgraded?"

"Maybe."

"It seems that there is still hope."

"Hope is always there."

Mark looked me up and down: "Actually, it's good to be your hell official. You don't have to think about so many things."

"You actually don't have to think about so many things in hell now. You can sleep when you want to sleep, and you can be in a daze if you want to be in a daze."

"Where do I have time to sleep in a daze! I want to go back to the world as soon as possible."

"Okay, good luck to you then."

Mark stood up and looked back at the mop that the jade bracelet turned into: "Is it OK to put the mop over there?"

"Just put it over there."

"What should I do next?"

"You can do whatever you want."

"What if I can't do what I want to do?"

"Learn, wait, learn, wait."

"All right, all right, that's fine."

Mark walked to the door and waved to me: "Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

(End of this chapter)