All living beings in hell

Chapter 84
The sea of ​​blood was churning more violently than in the past, and bolts of lightning crashed down from the pitch-black sky, sparking sparks in the waves.

At this time, the sea of ​​blood was like a layer of black oil floating on the surface, which was instantly ignited by sparks.Soon, a large area of ​​the sea was engulfed in flames, and the tide sent the flames to the Bone Beach wave after wave.In just a moment, the entire coastline was on fire.

I stood behind the floor-to-ceiling windows and watched the bone beach 20 meters away into a sea of ​​flames.The heat spread through the glass into the office. Although it was not a scorching flame, it made me feel like I was stung by a poisonous bee.Just as I was about to push open the French windows, the sound of yang oysters came from the roof.

"My lord, don't go out."

The flow of the golden runes accelerated, one going up, one going down, and all connected together to form a thick barrier.

"Do you know what happened in this hell?"

"This is the catastrophe that descended from other latitudes into hell. Thunder and lightning will continue to fall for seven days without end. Don't go out, my lord. All officials in hell may become the targets of the catastrophe."

"Is this part of the war?"

"War is part of turmoil, my lord, don't go out, don't go out."

With the sound of the oyster, the flow of the golden runes became faster and faster.The runes flowing forward and backward flowed rapidly, and the words faded away, leaving only the barriers connected together.The bone beach is still burning, and the temperature in the office has dropped after the protection of the runes.

"Then can I continue to receive guests?"

"It's okay, I'm afraid that the guests at this time want a refuge. They don't want to leave after they come."

"What will happen if you get burned by the flames of this catastrophe?"

"Once it is contaminated with a little bit of the fire of the sky, all the skills will be reversed, the thousand years of cultivation will be destroyed, and the goblins and ghosts will show their original shape. Not only that, the fire of the sky usually has a fixed time and length contract, no matter what method is used. , cannot be extinguished until the end of the contract."

"If a client comes to my office with sparks of a catastrophic fire, will my office be set on fire?"

"The risk is there, and it's huge."

I sat behind the wooden table, poured a cup of hot tea, and fell into deep thought.

No matter how much you hate war, it will still be materially affected when it happens.It will happen on earth, and it will happen in hell.If the existence of death is the greatest fear for the human world, then in this underworld, the decline of skill is indeed something that needs to be carefully considered.

Although I don't know much about spells, the fact that the primordial spirit can be preserved so well after the death of the mortal body is enough to surprise me.Maybe it's the previous life, or the practice of the previous life is now in handy.

I looked down at my hands, the soul was as intact as when I was alive, every palm print was clearly visible, and everything kept the most familiar appearance I had before I was alive.

If it is burned, and the skill recedes, I don't know if the primordial spirit will also collapse.

Overall, the risk doesn't seem worth it.

"Yang Oyster, is it okay for you to fight the fire on the roof?"

"You don't have to worry about me, this is my job."

"Do you know how long this contract lasts?"

"That's whoever started the fire knows, I don't know."

"Do you know how to find the person who started the fire?"

"My lord, you don't want to chat with the arsonist, do you? I don't suggest you do that. Whether people want to see you is one thing, but whether they will listen to you after seeing you is another matter."

"It makes sense."

I shook my sleeves, sat cross-legged on the ground, and quietly watched the fire burning outside the window.

The scope of the fire is still spreading, and if it continues at this speed, it will burn to the front of the barrier sooner or later.Several ghosts screamed in pain, wrapped in flames, running and rolling on the beach of bones, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies.But it was useless, those fires would only burn more and more, until the whole body of the ghost was swallowed up.

A few ghosts saw me sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and crawled towards me with their hands outstretched.

"My lord...help me...help me..."

A trembling voice started, and many other ghosts also cast their gazes over.In an instant, groups of fireballs crawled out from the flames of the Bone Beach and crawled towards my office.

"Help me... help me..."

"My lord...help me..."

The voices came and went, countless hands stretched forward, their eyes were desperate, their throats were hoarse, and the flames continued to devour everything mercilessly.I closed my eyes and drew the dark curtains, blocking out the last light of the fire and the ghosts of hell.

"How does the writer feel when he hears these voices?" Yang Oyster asked me cautiously.

"No sense."

"Really indifferent?"

"I can't help you."

"Just because you can't help doesn't mean you don't have feelings."

I felt some tears in the corners of my eyes, but no tears came out, and my tone was still flat: "Some are sad, some ups and downs. Whether it is a human or a ghost, watching them suffer such a disaster, I always feel a little sad in my heart."

Yang Oyster didn't answer me, I don't know what he was thinking.

I returned to the wooden table and poured a cup of hot tea: "Wars will always pass, and peace will eventually come."

"Wars will always pass, and peace will eventually come..." Yang Oyster repeated in a low voice.

It was pitch black in the office, and flames spread outside the office.

I don't know what the world looks like now?Is it also as chaotic and turbulent as in the underworld?

I sighed and sat cross-legged on the wooden chair.

He fumbled for the "writing" token at his waist, removed it from his belt, placed it on the wooden table, and then slowly closed his eyes.

(End of this chapter)