[Ghost Lamp] The dark humor of hell

Eight cold hells, the top of the refrigerator——

Besib of Western Hell sat in the room uncomfortably.

There is one difference between the eight cold hells and the eight hot hells except for the difference in temperature, and that is the type of employees.Generally speaking, ghosts like to work in Bare, while in Bahan, only a few monsters who can adapt to the cold weather are enough to take on the job of jailer.As a result, the number of employees in Eight Cold Hells has decreased by more than a little. Fortunately, the harsh environment here makes the workload not heavy, and the work can run smoothly.

Bessip still can't figure out why the ghost lamp took him to meet a resident here.

It can be heard from Chunyi that he does not have much good reputation here, although the nearby residents kindly gave him a coat to keep out the cold——

If the person who gave you a piece of clothing was a monster taller than Lord Lucifer, would you still be able to calm down?Bessib used his own experience to tell himself he couldn't.

Unexpectedly, there are not only assistant officials with facial paralysis ghosts and animals sitting in the hells of Japan, but even the little-known Eight Cold Hells have such powerful monsters... Did he really have the idea of ​​this place? !

Besib of Western Hell knelt and sat uncomfortably in the Japanese room in the refrigerator, imitating the ghost lamp's movement to pick up the tea on the other side's cup and sip it carefully.To be honest, he still prefers to drink red wine...

Just as he didn't understand that the Japanese are absolutely loyal to rice balls, he also didn't know what to drink in the light and choking cool tea in front of him.

"Don't Westerners drink tea?"

Seeing that Bessippi took a sip despite being disgusted but maintained a good upbringing, Ghost Lamp asked unexpectedly.

"It's not that popular in the West, but some people like to drink it. It's still more popular in our country."

The room was a large Japanese room, but the floor was not tatami. The room made of wood made Bessib think it was some dojo.Following a person... a Tang umbrella led the two of them to the room, sitting in front of the only person in the room.

This is the top floor of the refrigerator, and although it sounds strange, it should be a place where someone with a higher status lives.Besib, who had guessed this point uncertainly, was shocked by the tall and strong body of the object of the meeting after seeing the object of this meeting-the big tengu Hirayama Jirobo.

The taller you are, the higher your status.There are similarities between Western Hell and Japanese Hell in this regard - whether it is Lord Lucifer or King Yan Mo, they are much taller than ordinary people.

The Jirofang in front of him is much higher than the nominal king of hell, King Yan Mo. Does it mean that his status is at least not too low?

"This is the police chief of the eight-cold hell Wutengu, a good friend of Seng Zhengfang, Daitengu Jirobo. Because there are some things I want to advise, but I can't find Mr. Seng Zhengfang, so I came to the eight cold hell to find you.  … Also coming is Lord Besib from Western Hell."

Ghost Lantern briefly introduced the two of them. Under the strong pressure of Jirofang, they did not show a trace of fear, put their hands upright, and sat upright, waiting for the other party's question with a serious face, as if they were about to talk about some important things.

"...Hi Besib, I often hear your name in the Eight Cold Hells."

Jirobo is exactly the same as he looks, he is an unsmiling tengu. Even if his long nose makes Bessib have the illusion of Pinocchio, he can't think of the legend of Pinocchio under his sharp and cold eyes.

Does Japan really have facial paralysis?

Bessip thought of the sorority of the two paralyzed little girls who looked like the daughters of ghost lamps he met while wandering in Yan Mo Temple, and the sorority of the rabbits he ran into by chance. ...Even the rabbit has facial paralysis, so the scapegoat hired by his family is still very emotional, if it doesn't pamper Lilith.

"Ghost Lantern Lord has something to ask the old man, right? But it doesn't matter."

Is such a serious person really a person from this hell? !He didn't understand what Ghost Lantern's intention was for letting him come together. Bessib felt that it was not for him to experience the strength of Japan's hell, and it was better to frustrate his self-confidence.

...It seems that the suspicion is very high.

"...May I ask if Master Jirobo knows about bone girls?"

"Bone girl? I've seen this kind of monster a lot."

"Then, do you know Miss Bone Girl from Aokigahara Jukai? Recently she came to Hell to work, and I learned something from her Hashihime monster. I heard that she once wanted to worship Daitengu as a teacher. Sengzhengfang My lord seems to have been traveling in this world for a long time, so I came to see you in Eight Cold Hells."

Ghost Lantern spoke solemnly, with only his mouth opening and closing, like a stone statue.

Jirobo was different from him, shaking his head, searching for the information asked by the other party in the thousands of years of memory in his mind.

"...I have some impressions that the sea of ​​trees in Aokigahara is a restless place. There was a little girl who once went to Atago Mountain to study as a teacher...Because she had too much resentment and Tarobo didn't like corpses entering her territory, she was blocked outside turned into a bone girl..."

Jirobo shook his head and sighed, "How is she now?"

"Working smoothly in hell. The official came to ask about what Hashihime said. The bone girl is a tragic monster. I don't quite understand what she said. I asked several monsters working in hell and didn't get an answer. Ootengu is famous among youkai for his knowledge, so I came to ask."

Ghost Lantern stared at Jirofang closely, waiting for his answer.

"Tragedy... In fact, it's not just a bone girl. The monsters born of resentment and the dead are more or less tragic. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people who would come to this old man or his companion after death and want to become a tengu. The dead. That little girl is just one of them. No matter whether he continues to resent after becoming a monster, as long as he doesn't eat the life of the person who caused him to become a monster, he will always be tortured by endless hatred , and cannot enter heaven or hell after death, and will disappear completely."

Jirobo seemed to recall some unbearable past events, lowered his eyes and stared melancholy at the one-size-larger teacup in his hand, and shook it.

"Generally speaking, most monsters resent human beings, and it is very convenient to become a monster, so basically nothing too serious happens. ... There should be such things in Western Hell, right? Just like the priests of the church."

When asked suddenly, Bessib suddenly stopped sipping tea in a little boredom, glanced to the side, trying to make his kneeling posture look correct, and he spoke slowly.

"The West does not have this system. The West is more accustomed to calling monsters monsters. Generally, the dead can lead to heaven without going through hell trials like Japan. The relationship between hell and heaven is not friendly at all... Lord Lucifer often encourages demons The subordinates come to this world to eat people or... that's it."

Bessib absolutely can't talk about capturing a cute girl to hell as a maid. The result of this topic is that the ghost lamp once again despises Western Hell for being idle.

"No wonder the Western Hell is so idle... But there are monsters with a strong desire for self-expression, and it is still understandable to ignore resentment."

The result was still despised.

"...No no, we're still busy."

"Busy about choosing the style of the maid outfit?"

Ghost Lantern glanced at Bessib in distaste, and moved a little distance away without any trace.

"...No, the style of maid outfits has been decided. It is more common that the devil employees in hell eat too much or the dead are not enough. Western hell often sees group fights."

Lord Lucifer! !So next time, please don't let him choose the maid outfit when he has friendly exchanges with other hells! !Anyway, you will definitely not choose the style on the far left that he likes! !

Bessib slandered in his heart, in order to maintain Lord Lucifer's status in the Japanese hell, he denied it with difficulty on his face.

"Because your definition of sin is too low." Ghost Lamp didn't care about Bessib's intense psychological activities. "It means that individuals will have more or less moral problems. As long as they report it to heaven, there will be no problem."

"This... mainly because the western hells are a hodgepodge. For example, Lord Lucifer and Hades manage different hells, just like Harpies and Rensei are not the same kind of creatures. There are many hells, each of which is different. The number of hell dead will naturally decrease."

Suddenly worried about the prospect of the Western Hell he was staying in, Bessib suddenly had the desire to jump to the Japanese Hell.

"……Humph."

Ghost Lamp snorted softly.

"Master Ghost Lamp came here this time just to ask about that bone girl lady? I heard from Taro Fang that she was a dead person with strong grievances. She..."

The two people in front of him seem to be quite friendly in communication with Jirofang, so he has a good impression of the ghost lamp that only hears its name but does not have a real person. It can establish a friendly relationship with the Western Hell, especially the one under Lucifer. There must be benefits to come.He is not a member of hell himself, but Jirofang, who came to Bahan part-time job, brought up the topic of ghost lamp again, with a sense of chasing guests between the lines.

"Well, is there any other way to eliminate the monster's resentment?"

"This——I don't know, I just heard that if you get the tengu's approval before turning into a monster, you can avoid this kind of thing. After all, monsters are just stories that people pass on by word of mouth. Thousands of people still listen to it after praying. To say that two identical snowflakes can appear, the human mind is a very powerful thing—”

Jirobo exhaled heavily, put down the bottomed teacup, his eyes were numb, the things about his old friends came to mind along with the existence of the bone girl, and he couldn't help but feel melancholy.

"...Thank you, goodbye."

The eight cold hells, the referee's seat of the sports meeting——

"...Is it weird that a person turns into a monster?"

The bone girl looked suspiciously at Chun Yi, who had drooping corners of her eyes and was unmotivated. She didn't understand his intentions, especially when she saw him shaking his head like a tiger, as if he had forgotten what he wanted to say just now.

"Well... I can't say it's very strange, but I heard that this kind of monster is not easy. By the way, why does hell hire monsters as jailers? Every time I ask the old guys in Bahan, they don't tell me. Me."

Chunyi, who is stubborn and stubborn, put this question behind him and changed the subject.The bone girl couldn't keep up for a while because her mind jumped too much, so she could only stare at him blankly.

"Ghosts are more or less representatives of sin, why are you hired?—"

"Aren't you a monster too? I remember you are Xuetong."

"But I have horns—"

As Chunyi said, he groped his head for a while, revealing the unique horn of a ghost to prove it—although the horn was slightly smaller.

"...Well, it's probably because Hell is not a formal enterprise."