Destiny to meet in hell

To be exact, it was Ghost Lamp's idea to slice Oni Wu Tsuji into pieces and be punished in batches.

At that time, Shiliu was helping him sort out the latest list of applicants for hell civil servants, in fact, the list of applicants for hell jailers. Ghost Lantern was standing next to her, writing something in a notebook with a snapdragon ballpoint pen, and the tip of the pen rubbed against the paper from time to time. Make a crackling sound.There was no sign, and he asked such a sentence very abruptly: "What are you going to do with Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi?"

Sixteen was slightly surprised for a moment, and finally replied honestly: "I haven't thought about it yet."

Thanks to Ghost Dance Tsuji Wumi for attracting all of Sixteen's hatred points, her attitude towards Ghost Lamp has become much calmer, otherwise what she blurted out now would probably be "it has nothing to do with you".

But Shiliu really didn't think much about how to deal with Guiwu Tsuji Wumi. For a person like him, he felt that no matter which little hell he was thrown into for punishment, it would be cheap for him.

Hearing the words, Gui Deng said casually: "I heard that Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Can be split into many pieces?" The tone was so flat that it seemed that it was just an idea that popped up inadvertently.

But Shiliu, who is well versed in the ghost lamp shaking S attribute, easily understood what he meant.

——She can divide Oni Wu Tsuji into many pieces, and then throw them into different little hells!

Shiliu suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment. After his mood improved and he was no longer entangled, he even improved his work efficiency a lot.

Before she got off work, she made a point of asking Ghost Lantern for dinner another day.He also asked him to bring the first and second sons of Zashiki Boys in his family.

The next day, she asked Ji Guoyuan to force Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi to split into countless pieces.

After losing his dream, Ghost Dance Tsuji Wumi is much depressed and withdrawn, but his strength is there after all, and there are very few people in hell who can harm him.Therefore, even her elder sister, he seldom looked at her directly.But only for Shangji Guoyuanyi, his reaction would be very strong: it was a feeling of fear that was almost infiltrated into the bone marrow and carved into the soul. Even if he had lost his life, he would still tremble because of that man.

Sixteen felt that this was a bit like the PTSD in this world.

But this does not prevent Shiliu from using Ji Guoyuan's intimidation to threaten Guiwu Tsuji.For example, when she went to various small hells to distribute the body fragments of Onimui Tsuji, she still didn't forget to bring Ji Guo Yuanyi with her.

Splitting is the unique ability of Onimai Tsuji. Every fragment is linked to his nerves, which can clearly convey all the pain he has endured to his spirit.

If you want to ask what it feels like, Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou can probably only use one sentence to describe it-I, crack, open, it.

The original complete piece was divided into many small pieces, and each piece has a different feeling of torment... Perhaps when faced with a certain torment, Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou can still keep his face unchanged, but countless pains come from different When the angle pulled his nerves, he finally realized what it means to be miserable.

Physical|physical torture is fine.

What's even more exasperating is that Tong Mo, the second of his former subordinates, was still smiling innocently at him, saying some extremely heart-wrenching words.

For example: "As expected of Mr. Wu Mi, you can split into 1800 pieces and experience the torture of so many hells at the same time. You can easily do things that we can't do. You are really amazing!"

Ghost dance Tsuji no miserable: "..."

Why didn't he realize that Tong Mo's words were so annoying?

Guiwu Tsuji was so miserable that he wanted to kill the ghost, but Ji Guoyuan was still here, so he had to endure it.Obediently shrunk in the broken pieces, and did not return to the original state.

Shiliu also heard Tong Mo's words, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and looked at the man lying in the fire.His face was burned badly, and the burn marks kept appearing, then healed, and then burned again.Only the pair of colorful eyes remained unchanged, shining brightly in the flames.

Shiliu remembered Tong Mo's vampire technique, which was as gorgeous as an ice sculpture.

Shiliu remembered Yoshiyuki Tomioka, a social genius from another world.

Sixteen recalled an old Chinese saying: "Ice and water are colder than water."

"..."

Then, when he looked at Tong Mo again, Shiliu couldn't help being awed: Are you also a social genius?

Among other things, Tong Mo really knew how to torture others with words, if he hadn't been so sinful, Sixteen would have wanted him to be a jailer in hell.You must know that the only language genius she knows who is comparable to Tong Mo is Tian Xiegui, and she is now a very good jailer-just in terms of torturing people.

There were still some fragments left in the bag, Shiliu said hello to Yiwozuo and was about to leave when she saw the ghost lamp walking towards her, followed by a group of young ghosts.

Those were the newly recruited prison guards this year. The documents compiled before the [-]th were also introductions about them, and some of the faces in it were fairly familiar.

But... What is Ghost Lamp bringing these newcomers here?

Under Shiliu's slightly surprised eyes, Ghost Lantern walked to her side and stopped, glanced at the stringed ghost and ghost Wu Tsuji's floating body fragments in the pot, then turned to the newcomers and said, "Today, I'll teach you how to make Hell's Cauldron."

sixteen:"……"

Shiliu's expression suddenly became a little weird. He glanced at the winding ghost in the pot who had a blank expression and had no idea what he was about to face next, and there was a subtle pity in his eyes.

Alas, God punishes the pot.

While sympathizing with Shiliu, he walked off the table while Ghost Lantern was preparing the materials, fished out the Tongmo and the jade pot from the bottom of the pot, and threw them into the pot.And when Tong Mo wanted to speak, he stuffed a piece of Onimai Tsuji's body into his mouth, and blocked his mouth neatly.

Tong Mo laughed...he couldn't quite come out.

Shiliu didn't care, and poured all the remaining fragments in the bag into the pot.After all, it is the God's Punishment Pot made by Gui Deng himself, so Gui Wu Tsuji Wumi should enjoy it anyway.

After she finished all this, Ghost Lamp was also ready for work.With a business-like and meticulous rigor on his face, he said seriously to the preliminary jail guards: "To make the Heaven's Punishment Pot, you should first add bat moth larvae to the pot."

The studious newcomers watched and took notes carefully.

But the faces of the Shangxian who were surrounded by bat worm larvae were not so good.

It's a pity that they are not qualified to resist.

The most important thing is that no matter whether it is Sixteen Nights Sixteen or Ghost Lantern present, or Ji Guoyuan Yi standing a little far away, they can't beat them-some ghosts with ulterior motives have already understood this point.

But Luo Ji, who has loved beauty since she was a child, still couldn't help complaining in a low voice: "These bugs look so disgusting."

The ghost lamp pretended not to hear it, and added things to the pot step by step, reminding the newcomers while adding: "Generally speaking, you need to whip the fresh dead before making the pot of heaven's punishment. But because these dead It's been in the pot for a while, so I skip this step."

He held up another jar with a very unique shape, which was the same style as his mace: "This is a powder made from the hoof of a horse's head, which is one of the most important materials for making the Heaven's Punishment Pot. By the way, the horse The head is one of the gatekeepers of hell, I will let you meet her when I have a chance."

Ghost Lamp weighed the jar in his hand, estimated the weight of the powder left in it, then turned it over and poured all the remaining contents into the pot, and then stirred there with a huge stick.

And gradually, those things that were added took effect.The wounded ghosts in the Heaven's Punishment Pot slowly felt other unbearable sensations besides the original scalding temperature.

It's hard to describe, it's not just pain, there are more negative feelings mixed in, too confusing to make them dizzy, confused, and even want to gag.There is no longer the mood that I could chat with before.

Luo Ji really couldn't even express her disgust now, her pretty face was pale.

The other wounded ghosts were not much better, and even sank a few, completely submerged in the strange-colored liquid, and only when the ghost lamp was stirred with a stick would it be brought out of the corner of the body.

Ghost Lamp stood by the pot without changing his face, holding a black spider in his hand, and when he pinched it hard, the juice rolled into the boiling pot.It didn't look like much, but it changed the color of the liquid in the pot, turning it into a dull purple, which was very poisonous at first glance.

Then, the only one who can still show his head in this pot is Hei Simou.

He had been observing Jiguo Yuanyi secretly before, and he didn't care what the ghost lamp was doing, but at this moment he had to calm down and resist the effect of the Heaven's Punishment Pot, sweating profusely and looking very embarrassed.

"Why." From the corner of the eye of Shiliu, he caught a glimpse of Ji Guoyuan's slightly turbulent eyes, leaned close to him and asked in a low voice, "Do you love your brother?"

Ji Guoyuan was silent for a moment, did not deny it, just said: "I know he deserves it."

Sixteen pondered for a moment, then persuaded him, "If you can't bear it, you can leave here first."

Ji Guoyuan shook his head and said concisely: "No problem."

When he got to this point, Shiliu didn't say much. He continued to look at the ghost lamp and took out another pottery pot. A little doubt arose in his heart: Wasn't that step just the last step?

Ghost Lantern first put on a mask for himself, and then opened the cover.The spicy taste spread out, and some jailers who were not very used to spicy taste were choked and coughed.The Ghost Lantern, who has done the protection work in advance, is very calm, and still has the time to explain to the newcomers: "Generally speaking, the last step of the Heaven's Punishment Pot is the spider from hell who just joined."

"However, I have recently improved it and found that if I add Miss Mustard's special chili sauce into it, the effect will be better."

"This step is not necessary, and you can consider it according to your personal preferences."

After finishing speaking, Ghost Lantern poured the whole jar of chili sauce into the Heaven's Punishment Pot without hesitation, and then stirred it with a stick——

The pungent spicy taste dissipated in an instant, not to mention the feeling of the wounded ghost in the pot. Many of the preparatory jailers watching the study were stimulated to tears, and felt that their noses and mouths were full of unbearable spicy food. taste, and even brought some fiery tingling sensations.They can only feel better by covering their noses with their sleeves or fanning the air with a notepad.

This, is this the power of Miss Mustard's special chili sauce? !

...By the way, who the hell is Miss Mustard! !

"It turned out to be Miss Mustard's chili sauce." Sixteen took a few steps back, "It's too cruel."

Ms. Mustard was originally a crunching rabbit. She stayed in Taoyuan Township for a while and learned the skill of making chili sauce from Bai Ze.But it can make a chili sauce into a level of punishment that makes the dead in hell frightened... In this world, only mustard seeds can do this.

——That is really a rabbit full of legend and magical style.

After half a minute.

Hei Simou, the only one on the liquid surface, sank with a flushed face.

The author has something to say:

Welcome to tongue-in-cheek hell.

Take a group of fresh strings, whip them until the meat is loose, put them in a pot, add condiments such as larvae, spiders, horseshoes, and finally add spicy hot chili sauce, stir them with a stick—the little ghost next door is greedy (spicy) crying.

PS: In terms of the outline, I still have two things left to write.One is the happy (?) life of Twelve Ghost Months, and the other is the re-employment guide for the retired Ghost Killing Squad.It is estimated that there will be a while before the end, but it is basically a relaxed and happy daily sand sculpture (such as making a spicy hot pot or something)