All living beings in hell

Chapter 73

"It's time, pen, it's time."

Die Liang's voice was still ringing in my ears, but his body was already on fire—as if soaked in gasoline, and the raging flames rushed into the sky, which was quite destructive.

"Xiaoliang!" I stretched out a hand to grab him, but the flames were so hot that even the spirit body might be engulfed and burned.

Die Liang's body divided into two turned to look at me from the side, still staring angrily: "What you see is an illusion."

As soon as the words fell, Die Liang's body was completely engulfed by the flames, like a liquid fuel explosion, suddenly flying away with sparks.Immediately, the entire space was on fire.

The corners of my clothes and boots were covered with burning sparks, and holes were scalded.Some larger sparks took the opportunity to burn up.

"Dieliang! Are you still there! Are you still there!"

I yelled into the space, but there was no response.

At this time, behind the flames, there was a heart-piercing cry of a young man.Through the flames, a figure kneeling on the ground could be vaguely seen.

"Who's where?"

The young man continued to cry, his voice was dry, and his throat was probably at its limit.I followed the sound and ran stumblingly, frantically slapping off the sparks on my body while running.

The heat wave distorted everything in the space, and the shadow of the young man was floating on the ground.

"Are you okay?" I yelled at him from afar.

The young man didn't seem to hear me at all, and just knelt on the ground.But he couldn't cry anymore, and the tears on his face were dried.

"Hey! How are you!" I raised my voice.

The young man looked at me, and the moment he turned around, I froze.

This young man is me.

Not the me in my lifetime, nor the me in my previous life.

He is me.

Here is where it all started.

I felt a tightness in my throat and chest, and followed the young man's gaze to the ground—a man who looked older was lying on the ground.The man had long curly hair, and seemed to have been seriously injured, and the clothes on his abdomen were all soaked in blood.

His face was pale, his lips were chapped, and there was no breathing in his chest.This man should have died.

However, just as I was thinking this way, the man suddenly opened his eyes and looked in my direction.

"Hey, writing, you are finally here." The man said, "Walking around, you will come back here in the end, won't you?"

Everything in front of me suddenly went dark, just like the stage lights went out.Even the scorching fire disappeared, and the space returned to complete darkness.

"It's been so many years, writing, how are you?"

A beam of bright light hit my body, and my eyes were sore from the strong light.

The man was standing beside me at this moment, with a pale hand on my shoulder.

Looking at this familiar face, for some reason, my nose turned sour, and some kind of emotion was tumbling violently in my body.

"All the seemingly selfless work of the clergy may have been due to extremely personal reasons at the beginning." The man looked at me, his long hair draped over his shoulders, "Why are you so obsessed with this clerical job, writing ?”

"Record the stories of the sentient beings in hell, and then transport them back to the human world. When people in the world read it, they may feel that their emotions and desires are not so lonely..." I replied.

"You know that's not what I wanted to hear."

My tears still flowed out, and even my voice was a little choked up.Some scattered fragments in the memory began to wake up, integrate, connect...

"I remember who you are..."

There is such a picture in front of me-

The man was dressed in the official uniform of an earthly clerk, sitting in a small office to receive guests.I combed my hair with two balls, followed the records, and checked some information from time to time.The man held a sapphire pen in his hand, and I wore the cyan jade bracelet on my wrist.

At the end of each meeting, I was responsible for sending the client out of the office, and then came back to review what happened that day with the writer...

Thousands of years passed like this... until...

"You are the first person to write in this world," I said, "At that time, I should be your bookboy."

The man smiled: "I'm glad to call you 'writing', you really keep doing it."

"Someone has to do the job of writing, doesn't it? That's what you said once."

I sniffed, and the picture continued——

Po Meng rushed into the office that day, and it was the first time I saw her so panicked.

"Still...still..." Granny Meng held a blood-red envelope in her hand, panting heavily.

"Speak slowly." The man frowned as he looked at the envelope in Granny Meng's hand.

Granny Meng slammed the envelope on the table, still standing aside panting.

The man opened the letter with an expression of disbelief in his eyes.

"The war is about to start." The man said, his tone was extremely cold, "The Asura world and the hell are going to war against the heaven world at the same time. Although this time the disaster will not affect the human world, but other places will definitely be in chaos."

The man suddenly turned to me and said loudly: "You can't stay here anymore, you have to go to the world!"

"What?" I widened my eyes in horror.

"Meng Po, is your bridge to the human world still open?"

Granny Meng looked at me with a solemn expression: "If the writing master wants to protect him, I can make an exception once."

The man grabbed me and stuffed me into Granny Meng's arms.

"No! Master Writer! I don't want to go!" I cried and struggled in Granny Meng's arms.

The man looked at me and held out his left hand to me.The jade bracelet on my left hand emitted a dazzling green light, fell off my wrist, and flew towards the man's wrist in the air.

"I'm taking back your magic weapon temporarily. If you are a mortal, it's better to reincarnate without your magic weapon."

"My lord! Don't abandon me! Don't abandon me!"

At this time, there was a loud bang from the door of the office.A six-armed Asura broke open the door and rolled into the office.The true fire of samadhi from the heavens was still burning on his body, and the places touched by the flames began to burn.

Asura was yelled by Samadhi, his voice was very familiar.Looking closely, Ashura who was rolling on the ground trying to extinguish the flames on his body was Di Liang.

"Write and go!" Die Liang shouted, "Yang Jian and a group of immortals brought the heavenly soldiers and generals to kill them."

The man squatted down, the jade bracelet on his wrist glowed gently, and the light enveloped his entire right hand.The moment he touched Die Liang's skin, the true fire of Samadhi was extinguished.The wound on Die Liang's body burned by the real fire of Samadhi is also healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I won't go, but I will let my apprentice go to the world."

"If your soul flies away, there will be no world in the three worlds to write!" Die Liang shouted.

The jade bracelet began to expand in the space, gradually forming the size of a door.Behind the door is a huge vortex. When the vortex calms down, it is the scenery of Naihe Bridge.

"Hey, boy," the man called me, "I've been with me for thousands of years, do you consider taking over?"

Before I could answer, a powerful shock wave came from the door.The golden sword energy split the office in half from top to bottom.Die Liang was still in place, his body was cut in half from the middle, but he did not die.Two halves of the body, three arms each, and six different weapons appeared out of nowhere in each hand.The two halves of his body seemed to have independent consciousness, roaring and killing towards the door.

Granny Meng pulled me towards the portal of the jade bracelet, and I was still looking for the man.

"Master! Master!" I shouted.

At this time, I saw that the man fell to the ground clutching his abdomen and was seriously injured.This injury is caused by the sword energy of the heavens, and it is devastating to the souls who have lived in hell for a long time.I saw his body slowly disintegrating, starting from the edge of the spirit body, turning into dots of white light like fireflies-he was going to disappear.

"Master! Don't!"

The bookshelves, wooden tables, and rattan chairs in the office are all being engulfed by the real fire of samadhi one by one.Regardless of the risk of the flames jumping on me, I rushed to the man's side.His face was pale, his lips were chapped, and his spirit body was disintegrating.

"Come back and have a look when you have time, don't lose yourself playing in the world."

"Master, don't, don't..." My heart was like a knife, and my voice was hoarse from crying.

The man looked at me and just smiled.He had no energy left to speak.

There was another loud bang at the door, and Die Liang was beaten and rolled into the office again.He fell to the ground panting heavily, like a wounded black bear, his mouth was full of blood, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

I felt a sudden tightening of my upper arm, looked down and found that at some point, my upper body was tied with a thin transparent rope.

"Let's go, it's too late!"

Granny Meng's voice came from behind, the rope in her hand was tightened, and I was pulled back and flew towards the portal.

I don't know what I'm talking about, or what I'm thinking.

just crying.

just crying.

I cried so much that I was sent to the world.

(End of this chapter)