Hades girl is by my side

Chapter 157 The reflection is hidden in the heart
Tomorrow is the winter solstice, and it’s the day to eat dumplings in the north.

However, Tang Yu was not in the mood to eat dumplings even at the beginning of winter, and even less at the winter solstice.

That night, Tang Yu turned on the TV at home for the first time and watched the weather forecast broadcast by the TV station.

He couldn't remember the last time he turned on the TV, but he was certainly not the only one in the house at that time.

【Tomorrow evening, Shencheng will usher in the first snow of this winter. Please be prepared and pay attention to safety when traveling】

The host of the weather report wore bright clothes and spoke calmly.

Tang Yu had already seen the news on his mobile phone that it might snow tomorrow night, but he still watched the TV station's weather forecast for some purpose.

"Let's make dumplings to eat tomorrow night, stuffed with pork and celery."

Tang Yu murmured to himself, then used the remote control to turn off the TV, got up from the sofa and walked to his room.

After Tang Yu disappeared into the living room, the home, which was originally very warm with floor heating in winter, suddenly seemed extremely deserted.

Time flies by like a fleeting moment, and it has been more than a month since I left at midnight.

Tang Yu returned to his room and stared blankly at the computer screen after turning it on.

He has not updated his novel recently, but he has received the royalties for last month.

The total royalties from all sources were more than the rent he collected in a whole year.

Tang Yu actually has no idea about money. After all, he has no worries about food and clothing in his life, and he has no special hobbies.

For such people, more money and less money is just a conceptual difference in numbers.

Tang Yu's idea was extremely simple. He just wanted to update the novel with code words to recall the past between the two of them during the period when San Geng left, and tell more people the story between himself and San Geng.

But the complex social network in real life made Tang Yu breathless. After becoming the target of public criticism on the website, Tang Yu occasionally saw comments about himself online. Those posts that maliciously slandered him always made Tang Yu feel Chest tightness.

He is not a glass-hearted man, and he can still accept the public's evaluation.

But those people insisted that there was something wrong with Tang Yu's book without even reading the message on the title page of the work. This kind of attitude of wanting to incriminate others made Tang Yu sigh with emotion about how serious online violence is. horrible.

So he would rather give up the update for the time being. After all, the pain of losing the third update has made Tang Yu unable to escape.

There are no seasons in the underworld.

In the long years, this place has always been in the dark, making people's hearts degenerate and numb.

This is why there are never any living people in the underworld, and there are only souls after death. They can live here and carry out the next reincarnation of life.

But some people cannot be reincarnated.

Most of them are scourges of the world who have committed heinous crimes in several reincarnations, or they are the black sheep among the evil soldiers. What's more, some of them have even forgotten the reason why they have been silent here for so many years.

They are all guarded by two special beast-faced spirit envoys from the underworld. They suffer a lot every day, but they are still unable to escape.

This is the eighteenth level of hell, the end of hell.

Except for the [-] levels of hell, the souls of other levels will be liberated after suffering the deadline and have the opportunity to be a new person.

But the possibility of being reincarnated and reincarnated in the eighteen layers of hell is zero.

This is one of the most horrifying places in the world. People from all walks of life and dynasties have been here for many dynasties. There are even many sinners who have been punished and spurned by mankind in history.

But there is an immortal in the eighteenth level of hell, and he has been here for some time.

He was locked up in the most remote cell in the corner. The climate was even darker and more humid. He would be deprived of his spiritual power here, and the pain suffered by people here was far greater than that of serious criminals in ancient prisons. Worse than that.

Those souls who have been tortured and traumatized all day long roar loudly here. In the hell that does not distinguish between day and night, they are not the only ones suffering, but also the God of Marriage who is forced to be imprisoned here because he has never beaten a bull's head.

"Hey, can you send me a message? Go find that Niutou and tell him that I have something to tell him."

The God of Marriage spoke across the prison to the ghost soldiers patrolling outside, but those ghost soldiers turned a deaf ear to this and just walked past him, extinguishing the hope that had been rekindled in the God of Marriage's heart time and time again.

"It's really shameful for a god to fall to this level."

The God of Marriage was already frustrated when he failed to achieve his goal, but the sarcasm came from the prison beside him, which made the anger in his chest burn even more.

Since the prisons are separated and sealed from each other, the God of Marriage does not know who is being held next to him.

But no matter who the other person was, as a god, his strong sense of superiority came back to his heart at this time.

Yes, he is a god. No matter where he is or what he wants to do, as long as he is not removed from the list of gods in heaven, he will always be a god in heaven.

He just didn't expect that the underworld would be so bold as to imprison him directly.

The soul he wanted to save with hypocritical justice has now been reincarnated. This sounds ironic.

However, the God of Marriage has one advantage, that is, his ability to act according to circumstances is outstanding.

He soon realized that no one should know his identity here.

It should be said that no one cares whether the god of marriage is a god or not.For those who suffer from the punishment measures of the seventeen levels of hell all day long, it doesn't matter who the people around them are.

"How do you know I'm a fairy?"

"I not only know that you are a god, I also know that you are the God of Marriage. Not only do I know that you are the God of Marriage, I also know how to get you out of here as quickly as possible."

The God of Marriage didn't know what kind of person lived in the prison next to him, but his voice was harsh and sharp, and he didn't sound like a good person.

The God of Marriage had no intention of trusting this stranger casually. After all, for him, who holds a high position in the divine world, the other people here are not even scum.

But he has no choice. As the saying goes, he seeks medical treatment in a hurry. For the current God of Marriage, even a piece of dogtail grass that looks like a life-saving straw must be firmly grasped in his hands.

After all, it was entirely his own fault that things would turn out the way they did today. He ignored the good deities and insisted on coming to the human world to atone for his sins.

It's okay now, I just jumped in.

Before he could respond to the sound of the prison next to him, a harsh bird song came from the eighteenth level of hell.

It’s time to put the oil in the pan.

The God of Marriage never wants to experience that terrifying existence of being burned so hot by the underworld fire that it makes the soul wail in agony.

It was real pain, and it couldn't be protected by the body of a fairy.

"The pain of hell is difficult for an immortal to escape."

Then there was a burst of piercing laughter.

The God of Marriage walked out of the prison, lined up under the guidance of the Yin soldiers, and began to put the oil in the pot in order.

He noticed that the cell next to him was still empty yesterday. This man must be a new arrival.He was thin and withered, like a monkey.

But he was fearless, even though he knew he would have to go through the hardships of being put in a frying pan, he still kept a smile on his face.

There was playfulness in his smile, and when he looked at the God of Marriage, the contempt in his eyes no longer bothered to hide.

However, the God of Marriage remained obedient despite the failure of his spiritual power, and with his old age and pale hair, he looked like an old man in his twilight years.

The huge oil cauldron at the place of torture was filled with white mist and filled with purple-black hot oil.

The oil does not stick to the body of the person who enters the pot, but the soul is covered with wounds.

Heart-rending roars resounded throughout the world, but the ghost soldiers guarding them looked indifferent, and their faces under the masks were calm.

This is the deepest hell in the underworld, a symbol of the curse on the most evil people in the world.

After being put in the frying pan, the God of Marriage returned to the prison, his whole body huddled in the corner and shivering.

The unbearable coldness that penetrated deep into his bones stung the joints all over his body, like ants biting, heartbreaking.

He just couldn't figure out what the hell power the underworld had. Are these people crazy enough to dare to go against the heavenly palace?
That bull-headed horse-faced monster used to be considered the king of the mountain, but he finally got a position in the underworld, and now he is so bold and reckless?

"You can't beat the bull's head, no shame. That guy's former mortal body was a sibling of the same mother as the Bull Demon King. Although they each trained as demons, in essence, compared to the famous Monkey King in the Three Realms, the Great Sage, who sworn his brother to the Bull Demon King, is unknown. , Niutou, who only joined the underworld later, is even better in terms of spiritual power."

The harsh sound came from the prison next to him again.

The God of Marriage remembered the man's sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, so he didn't want to talk to him.

"If you want to leave this underworld, you can only rely on me now. Of course, if you want to continue to suffer here, then I will look at you with gloating."

When the man saw that the God of Marriage didn't reply, he kept talking, endlessly.

These words were like poison that bit into Charming's heart and bones, eroding the last bit of sanity in the God of Marriage.

"You said you could help me get out of here, how can I trust you?"

"You don't have to believe me, but you can't believe it now. You have to understand, just like the true thoughts in your heart, you are both a prisoner, and just because you were a god before, you feel superior to others. But if you think about it from my perspective, you are the same as me. For me, just like a broken jar, I am willing to endure hardships with the gods."

The God of Marriage was defeated, and he no longer dared to make any rash remarks.

"Put your ear to the wall, I have something to say to you."

The God of Marriage smoothed his gray hair from his temples and leaned his ear against the cold iron wall.

Beside the Naihe Bridge, the stooped old woman was carrying out her work as always.

Although her movements were slow, the spirits coming and going were not in a hurry.

Occasionally they glanced up the way they came, but all they could see was deep darkness.

Unfortunately, the lanterns and candles beside the bridge were much brighter than before, but they had no real meaning.

Po Meng put the spoon into the soup and stirred it for a few times, then put it aside.

"My soup is only useful for mortals. If you just want to try it, it won't taste as good as human delicacies."

Po Meng's eyes were chaotic, but her heart was as bright as these lanterns.

As soon as the words fell, a person slowly walked out of the shadow behind him.

"Mother-in-law."

The voice of the visitor was cold, but in this underworld, the attitude of everyone was no surprise.

She called softly, but Po Meng did not respond.

"If you ask me, this hell is quite good. The human world is divided into four seasons, spring, summer, autumn and winter. Looking at this year, it should be winter in the human world. The end of the four seasons means the end."

The girl behind Po Meng did not answer. She just stood tall and graceful behind Po Meng, as if reflecting Po Meng's delicate appearance when she was young.

"The God of Marriage has been imprisoned in the eighteenth level of hell for many days. Niutou wants to ask my mother-in-law if she wants to eliminate his spirit."

"There are [-] words in the world, but the word "love" is the most hurtful... So what if his soul is gone, so what if I let out this breath. If I had exposed his lame lies in person that year, I wouldn't be in this situation today. Bu Tianchi. After all, I can only blame myself..."

Po Meng lowered her eyes, and there was no expression on her wrinkled face.

She was murmuring, as if telling a long story, and also seemed to be telling the girl's concerns.

"That's all. If we can keep this underworld safe, let him go."

The girl's eyes as clear as water looked at Po Meng's rickety back. She gently stretched out her slender white hands and covered Po Meng's shoulders.

A gentle kneading in the palm of your hand is more valuable than countless words of comfort.

"Your trip to this world was not in vain. It's just that the things you brought back are far less important than the things you left there."

The girl didn't say anything, she just listened quietly to the thoughts in Po Meng's mouth.

"There is heaven in heaven, and there is order in the world. Only this underworld is the most free and unrestrained. If you leave something important in the world, you should go and bring it back with your own hands. Or, just go with it."

"Everyone in this underworld can be the king of hell, and everyone is the king of hell. In this world where the opinions of all living beings change, I am glad that everyone is united, but if there are fewer boring meetings in the underworld, it will be better. alright."

"You don't have to think that this underworld can't do without you. This underworld can do without anyone. Even if there is only one person left, it can still be the same underworld as before. The old judge couldn't say it, so I said it for him."

"The feeling of missing someone is a hundred times more painful than the torture tricks in the eighteen levels of hell. In the days since you returned to the underworld, have you ever forgotten the worries of the world? Or let me say To be more clear, have you ever forgotten that man in the mortal world?"

The girl's hands squeezing Po Meng's shoulders suddenly stopped.

"Take a look at this soup. The person you miss is reflected in the soup."

Upon hearing this, the girl stepped forward and came to the soup pot.

"I only see myself in this soup."

"But when you heard what I said just now, you naturally thought of the person who would appear in the soup."

The girl with a cold voice fell into silence.

Po Meng picked up the spoon again and stirred the soup of forgetting worries in the pot.

There were three or two people passing by on the Naihe Bridge.

Suddenly the sound of children crying was heard in the world.

(End of this chapter)