All living beings in hell

Chapter 21 - Brother Manyang
One side of his head was slightly sunken, but he didn't seem to feel any pain at all, and he still smiled horribly.

"You don't want to think about some old rotten millet, and I don't want to think about it either."

"Then why did you kill me?"

"Kill you? Hahahaha, why would I want to kill you, writing? It's too easy for a person to die. I want you to suffer the most painful pain in the world, but you still have to live, you know? You You have to live and watch your own scars rot and heal again and again, and then get scratched, infected, and pus oozes from them. Write, you can’t die, I want you to live.”

"Oh, good." I breathed a sigh of relief, propped the sapphire pen on the ground, looked at the man in front of me, "tell me, what should I call you?"

"Writer, don't play this game with me. Aren't you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of? Pain?"

Harsh laughter came from all directions again, scratching my eardrums and slapping the city wall outside my heart.

"Writing, forget it! Mortals are mortals after all, why bother to come to this hell to ask for trouble?"; "What is the difference between you and those people in the world? Greed, hatred, ignorance, suspicion, everything is in you! Why do you have to be so superior?" What do you look like?"; "You will also be confused, writing, hahaha, our adult writing is really cute."; "Writing, I know what you are like in the world, and I know what kind of mortal you are.";" At least he is definitely not a noble mortal, hahaha."; "Is it cool to pretend?"...

The sounds came and went, and the more complicated they were, the more intense the pain between the two shoulder blades on my back was, as if something was about to grow out from under the skin.

"What is this? What you call the most painful suffering in the world?" I asked.

"As expected of the writing master, you can still stand here at this moment. If you were any other mortal, I'm afraid he would have collapsed long ago."

"It's not necessarily true. There are many people who are stronger than me." The pain between the shoulder blades continued, and the wriggling sensation of foreign objects under the skin became more and more obvious.

"These voices will accompany you for the rest of your life. They penetrate everywhere, there is nowhere to hide, and you have nowhere to hide! When you wake up, in your dreams, I am your nightmare."

"Okay Nightmare, what's your name?"

"...is the name really important?"

"If you are my nightmare, at least I have to know your name as a show of respect." I endured the pain between my shoulder blades, trying to pretend that I am not affected.

"My name is..." The man moved to my ear in an instant. He grabbed my neck with one hand and pushed me against the wall behind me, whispering in my ear: "Manyang .Do you remember it?"

Mangyang, Mangyang... the name hit my head like an echo, and this picture appeared in my mind.

——Two little Taoist priests in blue clothes are practicing swords on the mountain.One looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, while the other was only seven years old.The seven-year-old child raised his head and asked the older child who was dancing the sword: "Senior Brother Manyang, I can't do this trick anymore."

"You've already learned very quickly. If you practice well before, learn new ones."

"I've already practiced."

"You didn't, keep practicing."

"But senior brother Mangyang, I have really practiced well. If you don't believe me, look!" The seven-year-old child waved the long sword in his hand, which was almost half as long as his body.

"I don't need to watch, practice."

At this time, an old man in white clothes appeared from behind the two of them: "Manyang, why don't you teach?"

Mang Yang held it up respectfully with both hands: "Back to Master, this apprentice thinks that the younger brother should practice more of the previous moves, just like what you said, Master, there is no rush to practice."

"I'm so anxious to tell you, he can practice now, teach him."

Manyang bit his lip, lowered his head: "...Yes."

When I saw this scene, I took a deep breath, Manyang's hand was still tightly strangled on my neck, and it was difficult for me to breathe: "Write, write, you are too weak now, if I want to kill you you……"

"You can do it now." Due to the lack of oxygen in my brain, the snowflakes of when the TV broke down appeared in front of my eyes, "Kill me, you will have an extra life debt, more karma, that's all. You kill me One time, there will be more karma, and if you kill me a thousand times, there will be thousands of more karma. And I... have always been in reincarnation..."

Manyang's hand exerted a little more force, and his other hand pressed against my chest. As long as he exerted a little force, my heart would be ripped out alive just like that roc bird.

I looked at him in front of me, and thought that his face didn't look like this back then. After so many years, what has he experienced?
"I've... already... tasted your suffering." I was out of breath, "Is... still... what... other pains?"

Manyang let go of his hand suddenly, and I collapsed from the wall to the ground. The severe pain came from my throat, and I took a big gulp of oxygen.He smiled, and grinned again, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.He leaned close to me and raised my chin: "Writer, why, hahahaha, why, you are always like this, hahahaha, okay?"

"Okay?" I was still panting, the snowflakes in front of me hadn't disappeared yet.He slapped me again, and I received the slap abruptly on the left side of my face, and I fell to the ground.

"You, don't it hurt? Are you not afraid? Hahahahahaha." Tears came out of his eyes, and while he was laughing, the tears fell to the ground, scarlet.

"It hurts, and I hurt too." I lay on the ground panting, "My body hurts, and my heart hurts too."

"Then why, why, didn't you resist?"

The slap just now caused the inside of my left mouth to hit my teeth hard, and the teeth hit my tongue again, and my mouth was full of bloody smell.I spit out a mouthful of blood-filled saliva and continued: "Resist, what are you resisting? Besides, how do you know that I have never resisted? Manyang, I have at least tens of thousands of times more reincarnation than you."

It kicked my lower abdomen again, I clutched my stomach and curled up into a shrimp.

Manyang's scarlet tears were still streaming down, and the laughter became louder and louder.

My abdomen and my back between the shoulder blades are almost at the limit of pain.

"Does it hurt! Writing! Does it hurt!"

I curled up on the ground and didn't speak.

"It hurts, just resist! You resist!"

Suddenly, the thing between the shoulder blades seemed to have finally grown out. Just when Manyang was about to fly over again, I almost instinctively moved forward to block and grabbed Manyang's foot.Manyang froze in place, and I froze too, a powerful force was emerging from the painful position between the shoulder blades.

"That's right, write." Mang Yang wiped the blood and tears from his face, and he was already in an attacking posture.

I put his feet on the ground, got up unsteadily, and leaned against the wall behind me, clutching my stomach.

"Come, write, come!"

"No matter what you do, the laughter is always there, and the questioning is always there." I swallowed the blood from my mouth into my stomach.

"What did you say?"

"It's like this on earth, it's like this on hell, it's like this on everything. There's always someone who loves you and someone who always hates you, isn't it?"

"Don't tell me these great truths, write, your method is useless to me."

"Manyang, I didn't want to convince you, I was talking to myself." Something behind me seemed to be pushing me forward, I staggered, but approached Manyang step by step.Manyang stood there, looking at me, "I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid. Does it hurt? It really hurts. But as long as you live, there is hope, isn't it? Manyang, you haven't been a human being for too long Right. We human beings are such creatures. We live and breathe by relying on hope. Even if we die, it’s just a repeat of the unfinished kalpa. We have to say goodbye to unfinished things and find a place to return to. , isn’t it? It’s not just me that hurts, Mangyang, this is how it is in the world. Everyone is like this, everyone, everyone, is like this.”

I finally got close enough to Manyang, and put my hands heavily on his shoulders. I felt that my knees could no longer bear the strength between my shoulder blades, and I might fall down at any time: "Look at this world, you are not alone Pain, Manyang, you are not alone..."

My knees finally couldn't support the weight of my upper body, so I knelt straight down.Manyang grabbed my shoulders and helped me up.His eyes were confused and he just looked straight at me.I seem to want to say something, but I seem to be too tired to open my mouth.

I seem to be crying, and my cheeks are a little clammy.

"write."

I moved my lips, wanting to answer him, but the next second, I lost consciousness.

(End of this chapter)