All living beings in hell

Chapter 150 - The Hell Purchaser

I let it go for a while, until the knock on the door sounded again.

"We are not accepting guests now." I shouted.

The knock on the door continued, with no intention of stopping.

"I said! No guests are being accepted now!"

The guests at the door seemed to be unable to hear me. I got up and opened the door. I wanted to reprimand severely, but I saw a woman standing at the door covered in fluorescent blue liquid.

The woman seemed to have been seriously injured. She clutched her left arm, which was still dripping blood.Red blood mixed with fluorescent blue liquid, like some kind of poisonous chemical agent.

"My lord... I'm sorry to disturb you... I... I'm Xiaomei's mother..."

"Come in, please sit down."

The woman looked tired, as if she was about to faint at any moment.

"You were badly wounded."

"That child, that child..."

The woman sat on the chair, still clutching her bleeding wound tightly.

"What's wrong with Xiaomei?"

"That child, Xiaomei is not actually my child..."

I asked the woman to remove her hand covering the wound, which was deep and had almost severed the tendon.

The bracelet emitted green energy light and wrapped around the wound, temporarily stopping the bleeding.I briefly treated her wound and was surprised when I touched her arm.A woman's body is very strange. Although it is in the state of a soul, it still maintains all the physical characteristics of human beings.The skin is as soft and elastic as a living person, and even has body temperature.

"What should I call you?"

The woman hesitated for a moment: "Just call me Xiaomei's mother."

"Why? Don't you have a name of your own?"

"I walk between heaven and earth, and I have many identities. At present, I come here as Xiaomei's mother, so let's do it first."

I frowned, but still wrote the words "Xiaomei's mother" according to her request.

"You said Xiaomei is not your child?"

"Well, Xiaomei is a child I adopted in hell, she is not my own child..."

"Why would you adopt a child in hell?"

The woman hesitated again, as if she were weighing what to say and what not to say.

"I'm not actually a ghost."

"I can feel it, but you are not 100% human, are you? A [-]% human body cannot stay in hell for so long."

"Through the practice of special skills, it can be achieved... My physical body can travel in different dimensions with the assistance of special equipment, and hell is one of them..."

"Why would you adopt a child from hell?"

"Work required……"

"So Xiaomei is not human?"

"Xiaomei is a ghost, a kid full of lies..."

"Why do you adopt such a ghost and let her come to see me?"

"Firstly, I wanted to test your skills, whether you can suppress the ghost. Secondly, I planned to come to see you after Xiaomei...but I didn't expect you to let that child come to me..."

"Xiaomei hurt you?"

"Xiaomei said that I lied to her, that she thought I was the only mother who loved her in the whole world, and gave her a precious opportunity. But in fact, I had two numbers, and I just made up a reason to coax her... Then I was discovered ..."

"Why did you adopt Xiaomei?"

"I said, work requires..."

"What job do you need?"

The woman hesitated for a moment, as if she didn't know whether to say it or not.

"You can say anything."

"For blessing."

"Pray?"

"My lord, have you heard of Gumantong?"

"Well, I know. So you came to hell to adopt a child, is it to raise a Gumanthong?"

"I'm in this business..."

"You do this business in the world, and then go to hell to find resources?"

"That's pretty much what it means."

"So you adopted more than one child, Xiaomei, in hell."

"more than."

"How many have you adopted?"

The woman hesitated for a moment, stretched out her hand and made a six.

"Six?"

The woman shook her head.

"Sixty?"

The woman still shook her head: "More than 600."

"More than 600!"

"It takes time and experience to develop a relationship with children... Don't look at the fact that there are more than 600 of them now, and there are not many who can be brought back to the world to be Gumantong. Not all children are suitable for undead... If you can understand Instructions, easy to be satisfied by offerings...and must be able to fulfill the customer's wishes..."

"How do you fulfill your wish?"

"You should know this, you have also worked in the hell world, don't you understand how it works?"

"I do not understand."

"After those undead children have been trained, they can change some small factors to gain some benefits for people."

"Sometimes it's more than a small factor."

The woman's arm was no longer bleeding, but her face was ugly, as if she was dying.

"Do you want to go back to the world? You look haggard."

"I haven't finished stocking yet..."

"Purchase? Haven't adopted enough children yet?"

"Well, if you haven't adopted enough, you can't go back."

"Then what if you die in hell?"

"People in our business do this kind of thing because they will die if they don't do it. Otherwise, who would like to go to hell to buy goods all day long."

"Why don't you die if you don't do it?"

"Poor, can't pay back the money, must do. If you don't do it, you will be killed."

"You may still be able to support three incense sticks in hell at most."

I can even see that the woman's soul is slowly being separated from her body, and she is about to leave alone.

"Three sticks of incense? Almost three hours...is it only three hours..."

"Go back to the world." I finally persuaded.

"My lord, I have no turning back." The woman smiled sadly, "This is my life, no matter where I die, it is my choice. When I chose this path, I have already made up my mind."

"Okay, if that's the case, then I won't stay long. Your time is running out, go."

The woman looked down at her healed arm: "As a priest, why don't you stop me from doing such a thing?"

"Your choice, your karma, I can't interfere."

"It's a good thing to mind your own business."

The woman muttered to herself, got up and left the office.

I watched the woman leave the office and close the door. I felt a little complicated, as if I had been dragged into some kind of helpless storm for no reason.

Maybe we're all in a storm.

Some people are torn apart by the storm, while others ride the wind.

Some people roll with the wind without struggling.Some people go retrograde and firmly believe that they are stronger than the storm.

There are also people who sit in the eye of the storm and don't know it.

Maybe we're all in a storm.

(End of this chapter)