All living beings in hell

Chapter 85 - Soldier of Doom
The ghostly voice calling my name outside the office disappeared, replaced by all kinds of crazy laughter.

I opened the curtain a crack and looked out through the gap.A hole was torn in the pitch-black sky, and the flames above the sea of ​​blood began to spin.The flames swirled into a pillar-like tornado with scarlet sea water.With the eye of the storm as the center, it sucks in all the fires of the catastrophe wherever the wind reaches, twisting its body like a giant fire dragon, roaring, and attacking the gap in the sky.

Those ghosts and ghosts were also affected by the tornado, rolling and circling in the air around the eye of the storm.However, they seemed to think that flying in the air was a fun thing. Many ghosts held their stomachs and laughed so hard that they couldn't stop laughing until tears spewed out of their eyes.

Om ha ha ha Wen Shan Madi Stud
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's heart-salvation mantra came from a crack in the sky, first a person chanted it.

Slowly, one person's voice spread into the crowd's voice.

Om ha ha ha Wen Shan Madi Stud
Om ha ha ha Wen Shan Madi Stud
Om ha ha ha Wen Shan Madi Stud
The sound of everyone chanting the soul-saving mantra together echoed in this doomsday scene.

The scope of the tornado is getting bigger and bigger, and with the chanting of the supernatural mantra, some ghosts rolling in the air are covered with a layer of golden light.The gold-plated ghosts stopped laughing, their eyes were calm, and they looked at the dark sky. Even if some of their bodies were burned by the fire of the catastrophe, they could not feel pain.

More and more ghosts were gilded with golden light, and they also silently recited the supernatural mantra in their mouths, their hands clasped together, or hanging beside them, their faces changed from ferocious to peaceful, and they flew towards the crack with the fire dragon.

"Amitabha, it's Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!" Yang Oyster's excited voice came from the roof.

At this time, the dark clouds in the sky formed the face of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who still had his eyes slightly closed with a calm expression.The crack is between the Bodhisattva's eyebrows, and ghosts and ghosts are constantly being sucked into the crack along with the fire tornado.After the dark clouds, the thunder and lightning gradually faded away, the lightning stopped, and the thunder finally gave a muffled quake and stopped ringing.

"May today's crossing lead to good enlightenment tomorrow." Bodhisattva's voice resounded throughout the hell.

The flames on the bone beach receded like a tide, the tornado fire pillars in the air stood upright, and countless golden lights flew and circled.Behind the window, I almost held my breath watching this spectacle where doomsday and genesis meet.

But at this moment, there was a loud noise from the office's gate, followed by a scalding heat wave.A black figure in a mecha fell in and rolled on the ground several times before stopping.His body smelled strongly of being burnt, and he held a spear tightly in his right hand, like a soldier.

I looked at the gate behind him—where was there any gate, the door panel was completely gone, leaving only an empty hole in the wall.

"write……"

The black mech on the ground weakly called my name, tried to support myself with a spear, but still fell down, and then there was no sound, probably passed out.His breathing was heavy and rapid, and his lungs were like a broken blower.At this moment, Yang Oyster also rushed in.

"My lord, I don't know how he got in! I was only focused on blocking the flames! I didn't see him!"

Yang Oyster's six dragon claws waved wildly in the air, looking a little flustered.

"Can your barrier only stop the fire of the catastrophe?"

"Theoretically speaking, everything can be blocked, and I don't know what happened... If the writer wants to chase away the guest, I will throw him out..."

I walked up to the unconscious soldier and saw that he was clutching a number "050" in his hand, the next guest.

"It's okay, Yang Oyster, you can go and get busy. This is the next guest, and I will make arrangements for him after he wakes up."

Yang Ou nodded, and when he was about to leave, I stopped him.

"Oh wait a minute."

"Please tell me, my lord."

"Wait until everything is over, can you help me find a door?"

Yang Ou looked back at the empty doorway, and nodded hastily: "I will definitely do what my lord ordered!"

"It's better to be a very strong one that won't be burned by fire, soaked in water, or split by lightning. If you can't find such a door, at least it should be the one that won't be broken into by ghosts."

"It must be properly arranged!" Yang Oyster blushed inexplicably, turned around and flew to the roof after speaking.

I hung a blanket over the door opening and drew the curtains to block the view outside the office.

The candle on the desk was lit, I picked up the candlestick, walked over to the soldier, and sat cross-legged on the floor.

The soldier is still in a coma and looks like he has been seriously injured.

The jade bracelet on my left hand glowed bright green in the dark, and the green light gradually enveloped my entire left arm.I gently put my hand on the soldier's body, and the green light flowed down my arm to the soldier's body.Walking on the pitch-black mecha for a while, until he found the thin gap between the mechas, he seeped in like a trickle.The soldier's rapid breathing gradually calmed down, and his body temperature, which was originally hot, was also dropping.

There was a clang of the spear on the ground, the soldier's right hand suddenly retracted, and he suddenly opened his eyes and stared at me.The gap between the mechs closed instantly, and the green energy light bounced back to my jade bracelet.

The muscles of the soldier's whole body tightened like a leopard hunting, almost bouncing directly from the ground.The tip of the spear passed my nose, and a few strands of hair on my forehead fell to the ground.

"You, you, what are you doing!"

The soldier took a few strides back, crouched in a corner, and pointed his spear at me.

"Help you heal."

I brushed the hair on my forehead behind my ears, picked up the candlestick on the ground, waved my sleeves and walked towards the wooden table.

"You are the NO.50 guest, if you are ready, come and sit on the bluestone bench."

The soldier looked left and right at the dark office, and the candlestick in my hand was the only light source here.

"I, I don't have time to be a guest."

"Why would you come to me if you don't have time?"

The candlelight completely left the corner after I returned to the wooden table.The soldier seemed a little afraid of the dark, and he didn't answer in the dark. I heard the sound of him groping towards the wooden table.When his figure appeared in the candlelight again, he let out a sigh of relief.

"Don't you hell officials like to turn on the lights?"

"Today, the outside of the office is relatively turbulent, so I closed the curtains. If it was in the past, when the sea of ​​blood was calm and the sea was calm, natural light would still be available."

The soldier stared at the bluestone bench for a while, hesitated, straddled it, and stuck the spear in his hand into the crack in the floor.

"It's already the end, my lord, as a military commander, I actually chatted with you here instead of going out to fight. Ashamed, actually ashamed."

I spread paper and ink on the table: "What should I call you?"

"Yan De, I am a ghost soldier under the command of the King of Hades. Alas, I really shouldn't be here at this time. My colleagues are all fighting outside, but I am the only one, Mr. Writer. It's really a shame to be beaten back to hell from the battlefield, and just fell into your office."

"What do you mean by doomsday?"

"The war is on and all sides are doing what they can to control the situation."

Yan De walked to the French windows and opened the thick curtains on his own, and the light of the fire entered the office.The fire tornado outside the window is still howling, and the ghosts of hell are chanting or laughing wildly in it.The face of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva had disappeared in the sky, and the cracks remained, and the muffled thunder sounded again in the dark clouds that had subsided.

Yan De pointed to the huge crack in the sky: "His Royal Highness Yama led more than [-] ghost soldiers from our side to fight behind the crack. The fire of catastrophe continuously rained down from the crack, and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva has boundless mana. It is really wise to gather the fire of the catastrophe, return the crack, and take this opportunity to save the ghosts in hell. However, there are also many ghosts among the ghost soldiers. After hearing this mantra, everyone loses their fighting spirit. I am one of them One of them lost his mind when he heard the chanting in the flames of war, and he was hit by the fire of the catastrophe in just a few seconds, and was sent back to hell along the thunder and lightning."

"Who's behind the crack?"

"Melee, this is a melee, my lord, I can't tell right away."

"If you want to return to the crack to fight now, you can leave at any time."

Yan De sighed deeply: "Why do you think I'm doing this?"

"How to say?"

"It's not good to be frightened on the battlefield, and tormented by shame when off the battlefield."

"Then do you want to go back to the battlefield?"

"If I don't return, I'm afraid I will be a laughingstock from now on, and I will be accused by thousands of people."

"Leave Qianfu alone, do you want to go back by yourself?"

"I, hey, I don't know."

"What is after the end?"

"what?"

Yan De didn't seem to understand my question, so I asked it again.

"After this doomsday, what is it?"

"I never thought about it."

"Then how do you know this is the end?"

"This is the end of what's going to be a period."

"After the end, is it the rebirth of everything?"

"Maybe, maybe not reborn."

"how you said that?"

"My lord, do you know how many conditions are required to realize the concept of 'rebirth'?"

"Appreciate further details."

"If you want to create a world-wide rebirth, you need the same scope of complete destruction. Nothing that is old from the past can be preserved, and everything will be deleted to zero, leaving a lot of space to wait for the 'rebirth' to come. A total of three steps are required , destroy, clear, and wait. Only after these three steps can rebirth happen."

"I disagree."

Yan De seemed a little dissatisfied with my rebuttal: "Then tell me, what is rebirth?"

"Take reincarnation as an example. Most ghosts will drink Mengpo soup before reincarnation, clear their memories, and start all over again. This is indeed rebirth, and it also conforms to the three steps you mentioned - destroying the previous life. The physical body clears the memory of the previous life and waits for the beginning of a new life. However, this is only a kind of rebirth, and some souls did not clear the memory of the previous life when they were reincarnated, but they still obtained a new body after reincarnation. A new life experience. The "clearing" part is missing in these three steps, so do you think this is the rebirth of the soul?"

Half of Yan De's attention is listening to me, and the other half is still in the doomsday scene outside the window, always a little uneasy.

"My lord, I don't want to talk to you now, it's not the time to talk to me. I don't understand why you have come to this point, and you can still sit in the office and chat with me."

"Talking and writing is my job."

"Small talk is not my job."

Yan De was still glancing out of the window, and I could feel his body temperature rising.

"If you are so uneasy, go back to the battlefield."

"I don't know, I don't know, my lord."

"If you don't know what to do, just use 'will you be happy when you think about it in the future'?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"After the doomsday, if you think back to the time you spent in my office during the doomsday, wouldn't you be a little bit unwilling?"

"Maybe."

"That time on the battlefield, will you be a little more reconciled?"

"I don't know, but at least that's my job. Maybe I should have worked until the end, and yes, I should have."

"Even if the end is coming, keep working, please do your best." I smiled.

Yan De looked at me and smiled, and relaxed a little: "Yes, let's work."

Yan De picked up the spear on his right, stood up and walked towards the gate.

"The underworld must win!"

He yelled to cheer himself up, used his spear to push aside the blanket covering the door opening, and rushed into the doomsday.

(End of this chapter)