All living beings in hell

Chapter 20 - The Uninvited Guest and the Golden Winged Roc

This is a restless guest, his voice is so loud that it has already disturbed me who was meditating in the world.

Its voice, maybe theirs, was like a flock of chicks waiting to be fed, shrilling and clamoring in my ears.Some voices were high and high-pitched, while others were ghostly and deep. I thought it was because my heart was restless and my voice was chaotic.

My body was light and floating, and there seemed to be hands on my shoulders, neither floating nor sinking.Just when I was dazed, a man's face suddenly appeared in front of me.Before, even if a guest came to the world to look for me in advance, my face has never been so clear.What a distorted face it is!
If you describe it in detail, it is no different from ordinary humans: black cropped short hair, Asian face, eyes that are too far apart, staring nervously, staring straight at me.And the weirdest thing is his mouth: there are no upper and lower lips, like a big mouth that has been cut out with a knife from the face, grinning all the way to the root of the ears.

All the noise came from this mouth, and when the man was less than a finger away from me and his teeth were about to touch the tip of my nose, I pulled myself out of my meditation state.

My heart was beating rapidly, and I took a few deep breaths to stabilize my mind.

The sun has not yet fully set, and the guest has crossed the line to such an extent that it seems that he can only go ahead of schedule.

I spread my arms and leap into hell.

The lotus lantern at the entrance was lit up, and the office welcomed No.16 guests.

"You're finally here." Sure enough, it was the man. Before I could sit down, he was already sitting on the wooden chair waiting for me. Drag it on for a few hours."

"How did you get in?" I looked at the office's door, but it was not opened, and it could even be said to be tightly closed.

"No space in this hell can stop me. I can even enter and leave the palace of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva at will, let alone your small office."

I spread my pen and ink: "Okay, what should I call you?"

The man grinned, and this smile gave me goosebumps all over my body: "Writing, we should be old acquaintances, right?"

I looked at the man in front of me, I was not familiar with it, and no deep memory was awakened: "I'm sorry, I don't remember, maybe you recognized the wrong person."

"Writing, writing, after so many years, the memory is still the same, isn't it?" The man said, and was about to approach me.I instantly recited the golden talisman spell, and a barrier spread out from the front of the wooden table, blocking the man behind the table.

"Golden Amulet? You're the only one who still uses this kind of outdated thing." The man's voice was full of disdain.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the office, and a polite voice sounded at the door: "Master Writer, may I come in? I am customer No. 16."

I looked at the door in shock, and then at the strange man in front of me.The man still smiled uglyly, as if he was very proud of the matter: "Excuse me for writing, sir, I can't wait, join the queue."

I yelled at the door: "Please wait a moment..."

Before he finished speaking, a golden roc suddenly knocked open the door and flew straight in: "I am NO.16, who is this ugly monster?"

The Peng Niao has huge wings and a golden light all over its body. It doesn't look like a creature in this hell.I'm at a loss as to how to deal with this situation.

The man jumped up and opened his bloody mouth. His head was split into two parts by the huge mouth full of fine teeth, and he bit straight at the golden roc's neck.

The roc bird blocked the man with its wings, while the man bit the roc bird's huge wings, shook his head and pulled hard, a large piece of flesh and golden feathers were torn off violently.Pengniao let out a long and miserable cry.The man chewed the feathers and the meat a few times before swallowing them.

Standing behind the barrier, I watched the chaos in front of me, not knowing how to intervene.

The man suddenly laughed, and the sound of thousands of chicks chirping at the same time came out of his throat, and my back began to feel tight and ache because of this sound: "Write, write! Thousands of years! You are still like this!"

The roc's wings were dripping blood, and every drop of blood fell on the floor, leaving small holes like lava.The man's back began to emit golden light, and his body began to twitch, twist, and deform.Pengniao stood in front of my desk and spread its wings: "You are not allowed to hurt the writing master."

"Writing, writing, it's been so long, do you still need someone to protect you? Hahahahaha." The man's laughter made the pen and ink on my desk tremble, his body was still twisting, The bones made loud noises one by one, as if something was about to grow out of his body.

What the hell is going on here?Who is this man?Who is Pengniao?One wants to kill me, the other wants to protect me, but I don't even know who they are!

The roc gave a long cry, opened its beak, exposed its fangs, and rushed towards the man.Suddenly, something seemed to break through the skin on the back of the man, and there was a loud cracking sound—it was the skeleton of a wing, bare, a fiasco skeleton with no muscles, with red bloodshot eyes, supporting it like an extra residual arm On the ground, propped up his body, and bounced towards Pengniao.

In the blink of an eye, before I could see it clearly, I only heard another tragic neighing of the roc bird, which had already fallen to the ground.But the man seemed to feel no pain at all.

The roc fell to the ground, looking at me blankly.I heard a voice behind me, it was Pengniao's voice: "Writing, I can only protect you so far. I'm really sorry, now that my body is gone, I should go somewhere."

"Who are you?" I asked silently in my heart.

"You used to be my benefactor, now I am yours." Pengniao replied.

I really want to ask more questions, but I feel that Pengniao's soul is getting lighter and lighter.His corpse in front of him was emitting puffs of white mist, and this white mist temporarily entangled the man's sight.

"Who is this man and what should I do?" I asked Pengniao.

"Writing, what we can do is limited after all."

Pengniao's body has shrunk almost to the size of a sparrow. A thick white mist lingers in this space, like a huge sauna room. I am a little out of breath from the heat.

"Thank you, thank you," I said.

"Writing, goodbye." Pengniao said so, and his soul became thinner and lighter, and floated above hell.At this time, his body was completely gone. The roc that was only half the size of a room just now was only a pile of white mist.

"Now it's your turn to write." The man said, rushing towards me.His hands went straight through the golden talisman barrier, everything seemed invisible in front of him.

I turned around to dodge his hands, but his nails still scratched the side of my right neck, a burning sensation came, and the severe pain made the right half of my face start to twitch slightly.The sapphire pen in my hand has become longer, and I swung it horizontally, slapping the man's right side of the brain hard, and there was a sound of bone breaking.

The man's body was slightly tilted, he covered his head, and grinned again: "That's what makes sense, writing. That's what makes sense."

"Wait! Wait!" I yelled, "Who are you? Whatever you do today, please tell me, who are you?"

(End of this chapter)