All living beings in hell

Chapter 71 - Arlan

The lotus lantern at the door was lit up, and the No. 40 No. [-] customer was ushered in the office.

"It's so fast! Is this the queue?"

The guest's voice sounded a little weird. I don't know if he really felt that it was fast, or he was getting impatient after waiting.

"Come in, please," I replied.

A fishy smell blew in from the door, and the candles on my table trembled a few times—this fishy smell was completely different from the smell of the sea of ​​blood, and reminded me of the wholesale vegetable market in front of the door of the world.Every time I passed by, I saw the hawkers skillfully catching a crucian carp from the water, scraping off the scales, disemboweling the belly and taking out the internal organs, and the blood flowed into the cracks in the ground.The fishy smell brought by this guest is so similar to the smell from the fishmonger's stall in this vegetable market.

The guest approached, humanoid, but his head was like an upside-down bullet.The top of the head is pointed and translucent, and if you look closely, you can still see the beating brain inside.Although the limbs are humanoid arms and legs, the skin is covered with octopus-like suction cups, which open and close slightly as they breathe.

"How should I address you?" I asked after the guests were seated.

"Arlan," replied the visitor.

"Okay, Alan, why are you looking for me today?" I wrote down his name on the rice paper.

"I'm here to remind you, my lord, the job you're doing now is a dangerous job."

"Well, thank you for reminding me. I also know that this job is dangerous, after all, I lost my life."

Allan stared at me, and the brain in the transparent cranial cavity beat faster: "There are more dangerous things than losing your life."

"Instead of talking about my affairs, why not talk about your affairs first?"

"I don't have any stories to tell you. If you ask again, you won't be able to find out. As I said, I came here just to remind you."

"Why are you reminding me?"

"My purpose is the same as yours. If you are in danger, it will do us no good."

"You? Who are you?"

Arlan took out a jade bracelet from behind - it was the jade bracelet that the six-armed Asura asked me to hold in the hell market.Al Lan put the jade bracelet on the wooden table, raised his chin, and signaled that it was for me.

"Do you recognize this object?" Arlan asked.

"Well, I've seen it once before."

"It should be more than once, my lord, this object is yours."

"I can't remember," I replied.

"Hey, writing, writing, when are you going to lose your memory?"

"I really don't understand what you're saying." I looked at the jade bracelet on the wooden table without making a move, "I can't accept this bracelet either."

"What are you running for?" Al Lan's tone was almost pressing.

"You are asking about my personal affairs now...the rules cannot be broken..."

Al Lan stood up, his hand covered with suction cups suddenly grabbed my writing right hand, and my right hand was immediately wrapped in layers of suction and stickiness.The sapphire pen was still glowing green in his hand.

"Stop writing, take the pen. Who are you, do you remember?"

"What's more dangerous than losing your life?" I asked.

Allan's hand began to clenched like a python, and the sapphire pen became brighter and brighter in my fisted hand.

"There are more dangerous things than losing your life, don't you know?"

Alan's hand began to emit a scorching blue light, and the blue light penetrated through my palm and directly hit the sapphire pen in it. The sapphire pen was burned intensely, and the green light was almost white, illuminating the entire office.

"I do not know."

"This is the price of amnesia. Writer, no matter how many times you have experienced something you can't remember, you have to repeat it again and again."

There was a sudden cracking sound from the sapphire pen in his hand, and cracks appeared on the body of the pen.The sapphire pen could no longer withstand the pincer attack of these clumps of energy.

"Let go. Let go."

"Writing, your existence is not just for writing."

As soon as the words fell, the sapphire pen exploded in my hand, and the fragments flew in all directions, penetrated my spiritual body, and stuck into the wall of the bookshelf behind me.

Only then did Alan let go of his hand slowly, and I looked down in a daze. The spirit body in my right hand was completely broken under the impact of powerful energy, and half of the spirit body from my forearm disappeared into the air.A green rotating black hole was revealed in the cross section, and this black hole was quickly wrapped up by the remaining spiritual body energy.

"So the more dangerous thing than losing your life is losing your right hand?"

"It's impossible to complete this job, writing. Aren't you something you value more than your life?"

"You said before that if I was in danger, it would be of no benefit to you and me. Then why did you abolish my right hand today?"

"My lord, don't pretend. I know you can write with both hands. It's just that you use one hand, and it can't hinder you from writing."

I covered my crippled right arm with my sleeve, and there was no pain and no great mood swings.I took out another ordinary bamboo brush from the table and continued writing with my left hand.

"You haven't answered my question yet, why did you abolish my right hand?"

"I abolished your right hand to protect you."

"What about protection?"

"If the creeper is caught by the enemy's tail, it will cut off its tail to protect itself. If the tail is short, it will still jump around like a bug. The deity escaped, and the enemy can eat the tail and barely squeeze it between the teeth. Anyway, after a while The tail will grow out. Docking the tail can temporarily keep the ivy, but think about those animals that hunt the ivy? They may be starving. After eating a tail, they may be able to survive for a few more hours until they find the next one. The tail of a creeper."

"What do you want to clarify?"

"Tell me, in this case, is the ivy or the hunter luckier?"

"Take what you need when you have to."

"Haha, everyone gets what they need," Al Lan's brain beat faster, "The writing master is a sensible person, so I'm getting what I need now."

Allan said, waving his left hand with the suction cup in the air.The fragments of the sapphire pen that had just been blown away reunited, and together with my right-hand spirit body scattered in the corner of the office, they reassembled the shape of a half arm on Al Lan’s left hand—it was my arm .

"Your tail, I need to borrow it temporarily. Don't worry about the writer, the creeper can always grow a tail."

"What does this have to do with protecting me?"

"If the hunter is temporarily plugged between his teeth, maybe he will move a little slower, won't he?"

"It's just drinking poison to quench thirst."

"At least quench your thirst, maybe that's all you need right now."

"Who is the hunter?"

The jade bracelet on the wooden table glowed green, Al Lan raised his chin and motioned for me to get the jade bracelet.The moment my left hand just touched the jade bracelet, the jade bracelet seemed to be alive, and it suddenly grew up. It was put on my left wrist, and then shrunk to just the right size. No matter how I shook it, I couldn’t take it off. up.

"It seems that it still remembers you, but you don't remember it."

"So who is the Predator?"

"I can't tell you yet, Pen. When the time comes, you'll know."

Alan Lan stood up, apparently planning to leave.

"Ye An, write, we will meet again soon."

Before I said anything, another burst of fishy smell blew past me.

After I regained my composure, Al Lan had disappeared into the office.

(End of this chapter)