All living beings in hell

Chapter 67

Diddy came, and this time he didn't bring wine.

"My lord! The office has been closed for several days recently. I came here to see you! Is everything all right?"

"It's okay, it's not good, it's not bad."

Didi stared at my face for a while: "My lord, you look very tired. Is it because the previous customer was difficult?"

"It did take some effort, but maybe it hasn't slowed down yet."

"How about we go out to relax today? It is said that a batch of distiller's lees is rare from the world in the Hell Market, and I want to see it too."

"Hell market? Is there a market in this hell?"

"My lord, you really don't go out often!"

"I...indeed, I don't leave the office very often."

Didi pulled my sleeves and walked out the door: "Let's go, let's go to the market today."

"Do you need to use ghost coins to buy things in the market?"

"Ming coin?"

"It's the paper money that the living would burn for the dead..."

Didi looked at me like he was looking at an ignorant child: "My lord, money is the most useless thing in hell. The only use is probably to light a fire for warmth."

"Then... how to buy it?"

"You'll know when you go."

A ghost carriage was waiting at the door, and Didi and I got into the carriage.The evil spirit crawled, and I stared absently at the sea of ​​blood and rocks outside the window, without saying a word.

"Does the writer have something on his mind?" Didi asked me cautiously.

"Have."

"It's the first time I've seen the writing master so silent."

"I usually don't seem to talk much, except for receiving guests."

"It's not the same."

I didn't know what to say, so I didn't reply to Didi, and I still looked at the scenery outside the window.Didi was reasonable enough and didn't ask any more questions. He and I looked at the unchanging desolate scenery outside the window, and occasionally saw a few weird-shaped ghosts doing weird things.

Noisy voices gradually came, different languages ​​mixed together, there were shouts, explanations, and singing.The carriage stopped, and the four evil spirits in front of the carriage waited obediently on the ground.

"Here we are," Didi opened the car door for me, "My lord, please."

I got out of the carriage and came to the gate of the market.

A smell of exotic spices hits my face. The spicy smell is mixed with a strong perfume smell, which is also mixed with a smell of burnt protein. The combination of smells makes me squint my eyes .From the blurred line of sight, pavements of various colors are divided into left and right rows.

Not only are there ghosts calling for business, there are also stalls from all walks of life in the three worlds.In the front row are the stalls of hell’s native ghosts. Most of the stalls are filled with wrecks of different shapes picked up from the bone beach, or unique plants in hell.In the middle are the stalls set up by humans and Asuras.The stalls at the end were items from the heavenly world, not many, but all the stalls of the heavenly beings glowed with a dazzling golden light, which lit up the entire market.

I still know the things on the human booth - pens, inks, papers, toothbrushes, towels, musical instruments, screwdrivers, wrenches and other tools, cell phones and computers that are useless in hell... and some food - including the things that Didi was looking for. of distiller's grains.

"Ah! It's great! This is what I'm looking for!" Didi lifted the lid of the wine jar at the distiller's lees stand, and took a deep breath, "There are so many good things, what does the boss want?"

The boss is dressed as a Taoist priest, with a high bun and a blue robe.The loose robes couldn't hide his huge beer belly.The boss laughed, and the flesh on his face piled up, and countless layers of flesh squeezed out from his chin.

"This celestial being has good eyesight," the boss said with a smile. "The old Taoist is looking for a book on Taoism, called "The Order of the King's Will". The old Taoist is willing to exchange two jars of distiller's grains for this book."

Didi thought for a while: "Is it "The King's Will"? Don't you mortals have this book?"

"The mortal version is not complete, and most of the volume is lost. I'm here to find the full version."

"Well, the full book is hard to find."

The boss blinked: "Three altars."

"I do know where to find it, but it takes some work."

"Yes, heavenly man, if you can really find this book, you can take all my five altars of distiller's grains."

Only then did Didi smile: "Help me pack the five jars of distiller's grains and wait for me for half an hour."

I was stunned by the bargaining in place, and Didi pulled my sleeves and walked to the stall of Tianren in the market.

"The bazaar in Hell is much more interesting than the bazaar in Heaven. You can find everything here. Everyone trades things here, gets what they need, and brings them back to where they are. But of course, some things are also shared between different circles. Those that are difficult to circulate, such as magic weapons from hell, cannot be brought back to the human world."

"Why is this?"

"No reason, this is the rule. You will be checked when you pass through hell's customs. Of course, smuggling is another matter..."

"I probably understand the rules. It is to exchange what the other party needs for what you need, right?"

"Sometimes it doesn't have to be exchanged for real things. The needs of all beings from all walks of life are different."

I stopped, and Didi turned to look at me: "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Go and find a book, I want to wander around by myself."

"It doesn't matter. Just remember, don't agree to a deal that is beyond your ability."

"I understand."

"Go ahead and have fun!" Dee Dee patted me on the shoulder.

In fact, I don't know what I want, it's just that all this looks fresh.

I started from the most familiar human stalls, and there was a long queue at one of the stalls.Most of the team are ghosts from the underworld.I looked along the line and found that it was a stall selling plush toys.The stall owner seemed to be a young European girl with dark chestnut curly hair and a pair of eye-catching eyes, one blue and one black.There are many child-like wandering spirits in the queue. It is difficult for these wandering spirits to understand the rules of the transaction, but the girl patiently repeats them over and over again.

"What I'm looking for is the perfume made of hell's strange flowers. If you find it, bring it to me. You can exchange it for a plush doll."

The child Youhun looked very confused, as if he didn't understand.The girl repeated again: "Perfume made of strange flowers from hell, any flower will do."

Perfume... I think back, I did smell a strong perfume smell at the gate of the market before, it was so strong that it gave people a headache.I was thinking about the perfume, and walked to the stall near the entrance of the market.The smell of the perfume became stronger and stronger, let the sense of smell lead the way, and I soon came to the perfume booth.

The stall owner's skin is a highly saturated green, covered with vines, white hair and eyebrows, long and sharp nails.

"Hey, isn't this the writing master? Why do you want to visit the market today?" The stall owner brushed her hair, and a strong floral fragrance exuded from her body, which was very aggressive. , "I met the writing master before I got in line, it's really good."

"Are you also the customer who is queuing up after me?"

"Yeah, I ran hard when the number was issued that day, but I still didn't run past the guys in front, and got the number at the back, so I have to wait," the stall owner leaned forward, with his arms propped on the table "What would you like to order, my lord?"

"What are these perfumes for?"

The stall owner smiled, as if interested: "These perfumes have no effect in hell. They just diffuse the smell, but in the world, it's different."

The stall owner picked up a bottle of dark pink liquid, with particles suspended in the liquid: "Like this bottle, I call it 'love poison'. Once a human uses it, it is called an addiction. Smell it and you can experience the feeling of falling in love." Feeling, passion! Enthusiasm! I can spend three days and three nights with myself."

"Sounds really poisonous..."

"And this bottle." The stall owner picked up another bottle of transparent blue liquid. "It only takes a little bit to bring human beings into the nightmare created by the succubus. Dream within dream, endless loop."

"Is your perfume only for humans?"

The stall owner raised his eyebrows: "What is the writer looking for?"

"Nothing in particular, just curiosity."

The stall owner smiled: "I have a perfume here, it may be suitable for you as the writer."

"What perfume?"

The stall owner took out a test tube-shaped glass bottle, which contained a black liquid like ink: "The perfume made by the Kashi dahlia has the effect of making all beings in the three realms speak the truth."

As soon as the words fell, the stall owner sprayed it on my face, and I was rushed by a pungent stench unprepared, like rotting sea fish soaked in alcohol, and I fainted for a while.

"Okay, tell me, my lord, what are you most afraid of?"

"I do not know."

The stall owner was stunned for a moment, and glanced at the perfume bottle in his hand: "Eh? Shouldn't it? It's 100% sure it will work."

"It probably worked, I really don't know what I'm most afraid of."

"Then what does the writer want most?"

"Go back to the office and continue working."

"..." The stall owner stood there speechless, "The writer really loves his work."

"Thank you for the perfume, I'm going to look elsewhere."

"Hey! Do you really want nothing?"

"There's really nothing I want."

The stall owner sighed: "It's really sad to tell the truth."

I walked to the depths of the market, and when I passed the human stalls, the girl with odd-colored eyes was still tirelessly explaining her needs to the wandering soul.

I suddenly felt a little bored and wanted to go back to the office.Suddenly I heard someone calling my name: "Hey! Writer!"

I looked back, it was Erlang Zhenjun.

(End of this chapter)