All living beings in hell

Chapter 45 Notes [-] · About the transition from writing to full-time

I am not completely free from fear of death.

It was precisely because I was full of fear that I chose to write this job in the first place.If you can know what the other side of death looks like, maybe you won't be so scared, right?
Now, however, his life was involved. This matter was completely out of the plan.

In the world, unexpected things often happen, and there is nothing to do when they happen.No matter how many times you foresee your own death, when it does happen, it can always be classified as "unexpected".I'm not as chic as Meng Po said, maybe I really didn't think about it, maybe I played too much.But what can be done now?What has happened has happened, and when it comes, let it be.

The memories of the world have not disappeared, and hell has become my new home.

There is no concept of time in this new home, and I have been meditating in the office since I came back from outside.On the one hand, it is to calm my mind and accept my new appearance; on the other hand, life will be completely different from now on, and the buffer zone for this instantaneous change is pitifully narrow.

The mood calmed down a little bit, and the body slowly became solid again from the original translucent green—probably because the soul gradually adapted to the air of hell, and spontaneously formed a new appearance—the facial features and limbs were the same as before There is no obvious change, the body becomes lighter, the acne disappears (probably the soul does not have acne?), the purple-red official robe has changed into a blue silk robe, with a piece of embroidery on the back Sea wave decoration.The cuffs are embellished with silver thread, and there are two small characters embroidered on the lining of the right hand: the world; the same font is embroidered on the lining of the left hand: holding a pen.The weight of the sapphire pen has become lighter in the hand, and it fits better, unlike before, the wrist will be sore and swollen after writing for a long time.

Speaking of muscle soreness... I don't even know if I'm going to feel any pain anymore, do I feel anything?

Thinking of this, I picked up the sharp tail of the sapphire pen and stabbed the back of my left hand.Oh, the pain is still there.The skin on the surface was scratched, no blood flowed out, only green light faintly emitted from under the skin.Looking inside through the wound, there is no muscle, only the darkness like the Milky Way, with a little bit of starlight in the darkness.I touched the wound with the palm of my right hand, and the scratched area immediately rejoined without leaving any scars, and everything was intact.

I am so curious about my new body!
What organs are doing what, what muscles are responsible for affecting which bones, will I have a cold, fever and runny nose?What should I do if I have a cold, fever and runny nose in hell?But I seem to have no guts, no muscles, no bones.Where is the fatal point?If my head is cut off and my chest is pierced again, can I still live?No, what is alive or not is the concept of mortals.Now that I have left the world, does that mean I cannot die?

I stood in front of the bookshelf in a daze for a long time, hoping that if there was any anatomy book or instruction manual, it would at least let me know what my body was like now.Books range from various scriptures, spell cultivation, to the laws of reincarnation and karma...I don’t know how long I searched on this bookshelf, and finally realized this—my life has come to the other side after death, The greatest threat to a mortal man has vanished.However, when the concept of "death" disappears completely, all that remains is the complete unknown.

After I returned to the wooden table, I spread my pen and ink—if everything is unknown, then only by letting things continue to work can I know what happened to me after I passed through death.

The long line at the gate of the office is still waiting.

(End of this chapter)