All living beings in hell

Chapter 69 - Death Arrives
The lotus lantern at the entrance was lit up, and the office welcomed No.40 No. [-] customer.

"Hello, writing," said a polite male voice from the door, "may I come in?"

"Come in," I said.

The footsteps of the guests were silent, and I saw the shadow of a scythe on the wall.When it got closer, I recognized it was the Grim Reaper.

The Grim Reaper sat on the bluestone bench, put the sickle on the ground, and took off the black hood.Under the hood was a skull. The skull looked at me with empty eyes, slowly growing blood.The god of death rubbed his face, and when he put down his hands, an extremely handsome face appeared.The god of death's eyes are blue, his eyebrows are slightly inverted, his skin is cold and white, and his eyelashes are thick.

"What should I call you?" I asked.

"You should know who I am, humans call me Death."

"How would you like to be called?" I inquired.

"Death is fine."

I wrote down the word "Death" on the paper: "Okay, what is the purpose of looking for me today?"

"Recently, I'm getting tired of work. Would you like to change your job for another day with the writer?"

"I won't do your job."

"It's very simple, you see," the god of death picked up the sickle and gestured a few gestures, "like this, this, and then this, cut the body of the dying person, hook out his soul, and then bring it back to hell. alright."

"I don't understand, no."

Death sighed, put the sickle back on the ground, and propped his chin with his hands: "It's so boring, I don't want to work anymore. I'm tired and boring."

"Then it won't work."

"I don't know what to do if I don't work. I'm tired of looking at the world, and I've had enough of hell. I'm really not interested in places like heaven. The three realms are boring."

"Then why don't you ask Granny Meng for a bowl of soup and start a new life?"

"Even if it's a new life, you're still playing the same game, and it's just as boring."

"Different people look at the world from different perspectives. As long as you make a slightly different choice, the whole game will be turned upside down."

"Forget it, don't comfort me, I can't cheer up this kind of thing, really."

"Then what do you want to do?"

"It would be nice if the heaven and the human world fought, it would be more fun."

"Why is it fun?"

"War and death are fun in themselves. People die from various causes, and just watching each person die in a different way is enough to be fun for a while."

"The flames of war in the world have never stopped. Even if there is no war, all kinds of violent incidents will emerge in endlessly."

"Oh those, between human beings, they always call each other in the same way. There are only a few reasons. I'm tired of watching it."

"The battle between heaven and man, can't you get tired of watching it?"

"This is fun. I like to watch the doomed tragedy of lone courage like eggs hitting rocks haha."

"Why do you like Gu Yong?"

The god of death patted his thigh: "Handsome! You have to fight a battle you can't win, isn't it handsome?"

"Being a bystander and actually being in the middle of the war are two different things. I don't like war very much."

"Hey, the writer is a fan of pacifism." Reaper looked at me with his head propped up again, "This is boring."

"Is war only fun for you?"

"Anything that has to do with death is interesting to me. War kills a lot."

"It seems that you still like your job, so keep doing it."

"The way most people die is too ordinary and boring."

"Reaper, why did you choose to do this job just to witness different ways of dying?" I asked.

"Alas," the God of Death sighed, "At first I wanted to be a bridge between humans and hell, to find a suitable place to live for the souls that have just passed away."

"Sounds a lot like a real estate agent's job."

"What intermediary?"

"It's alright, keep talking."

The Grim Reaper picked the mud under his nails with the tip of his sickle, and continued: "But these souls, it seems that what they want is not a shelter at all. They cry and make trouble when they come to hell; they cry when they go to heaven. Still making trouble; then send back to the human world to become a wandering soul, and continue to cry and cry. I would seriously help each soul find the most suitable place for them, but now I don’t have this hope. The sickle is hooked back, thrown in hell, what love What a drop."

"Is there any soul satisfied with the dwelling you have found?"

"Of course there is. I have been the god of death for so long, and there are always a few people who are satisfied."

"What does a satisfied soul look like?"

"Those souls themselves know what they want, just ask for it, and I will satisfy it. This is the simplest. I'm afraid that those who don't know anything will be frightened by the various illusions after death. .You have to hook back their scattered souls, knead them together again, and kick them to hell."

"It is indeed a difficult job." I said.

"No expectation, no disappointment. I have learned it. After all, there are very few souls who really know what they want. It is extremely lucky to meet one."

"I quite understand that."

"Tell me, writing, do I want to change my job?"

"If you changed jobs, what would you like to do?"

"Who knows!" Reaper tossed the sickle back and forth in his left and right hands, "I have no idea."

"Then just wait, when the time is up, maybe the inspiration will come."

"Is this what you usually do?" Death asked me.

"doing what?"

"Waiting for inspiration to strike?"

"I haven't lived as long as you. I feel that there are still many new things in the Three Realms. There are many places to visit and explore. I don't feel bored."

"Then what would you do if one day you were bored?"

"Then let's talk about it when we're bored."

"Well, you gotta find something to do, don't you?"

"You can do nothing." I replied.

"Do nothing?" Death asked.

"Yes, don't do anything. When you are bored, you should experience the boring emotion well. Experience the boredom thoroughly and ponder it thoroughly. The process itself is quite interesting."

The god of death tilted his head and looked at me, as if he was thinking: "This way, it's probably okay."

"Try it. If everything in this world makes you feel bored, then the only thing you can ponder and experience is boredom itself."

"What is boredom itself?"

"Perhaps your experience will be deeper than mine."

"That sentence sounds like it's sending me away."

"I didn't mean to send you away, but it's almost time."

Reaper stood up and put his hood back on.The moment he put on the hood, his face turned into the shape of a skull again: "You look quite tired, take a good rest, and write."

"Thanks for the advice, I will."

The god of death picked up his sickle, walked to the door, turned around and said goodbye to me: "Let's go, goodbye."

"Goodbye." I said.

(End of this chapter)