ghost world

The village reveals the whole picture, about [-] households, independent houses.

The children ran into the widest street in the village and dispersed separately.

Metatron and Mammon stood in the invisible barrier, looking around.

"There is a bakery." Mammon's eyes lit up, and he pointed at the wooden counter, and a long, hard, black baguette appeared in his hand.

Metatron's lips moved slightly.

"I left a silver coin." Mammon seemed to know what he wanted to say, broke off a piece, and handed it to him.

Metatron took it and squeezed it in his palm.

Mammon broke off another piece and put it in his mouth, but spit it out quickly, "A well-developed catering industry is needed here." He glanced around and saw a blond young angel coming out in old sackcloth, and said, "The textile industry and the fashion industry."

Metatron was not interested in business at all, and just smiled cooperatively.

Mammon had already walked over, "Hey, is there a place to stay here?"

The blond young angel turned his head slowly, and it took about a minute before he said, "Huh?"

Metatron walked over, his eyes full of concern.

Mammon whispered in the language of angels.

Metatron's eyes flashed, as if he had returned to the time when Lucifer had not led the crowd to fall to heaven.

It's a pity that the young angel still didn't respond.

Mammon thought for a while, then lowered her voice, "Baburika, Isitambula?"

The angel stared at him blankly.

"Is this the latest hell language?" Metatron didn't understand either.

Mamen said: "If you like, I can go back and find a few people to spread it online."

Metatron said: "Then this is..."

Mamen said: "Nonsense. I just want to see if he can't speak at all."

"Can't speak?" Metatron figured out what he meant after turning a corner.In his previous cognition, he never thought that angels could not speak.Because in heaven, all angels are enlightened from birth and can communicate in angelic language.

Mamen said, "I don't have the ability to learn languages."

Metatron's heart sank.The tree of wisdom fruit has been burned, and unless God replants it, these angels will only be able to live like this.

Mammon comforted him, "Maybe it's just this village."

Metatron suddenly said: "If they can't speak, how do the children know how to go home on time every day?"

Mammon was taken aback.

Metatron raised a wave of hope, "There must be a way to communicate."

Mamen said, "We're going door-to-door to check."

The stupidest way.

It is also a last resort.

Fortunately, these angels are not yet wise, so they are not hostile to strangers at all, and they allow Mammon and Metatron to harass them from house to house without any complaints—although Mammon and Metatron want them to babble A few words.

I harassed the No.16 family and finally got something.

A white-bearded angel leaned on a cane and opened the door, looking at them suspiciously, "Who are you?"

Metatron and Mammon were not surprised, they just looked at him in shock.

half an hour.

Metatron broke the silence, "Are you old?"

The white-bearded angel warned: "Who are you?"

Metatron spread his wings.

The white-bearded angel was also taken aback, and asked, "Are you from the main city?"

Metatron and him looked at each other.

Mamen smelled the smell of meat, coughed dryly and said, "Can we go in and talk about it later?"

Finally sat down at the table, but Mammon was still disappointed.For there was only black bread and broth on the table.And he bet that this bowl of broth is definitely stewed with meat that has been stewed seven or eight times.

Mamen held the spoon, and while hesitating whether to drink or not, she became more determined to open various hell food branches here.

The white-bearded angel pushed the small basket containing black bread, and said enthusiastically, "Eat."

Metatron changed the subject and said, "Why do you grow old?" Angels are God's most beloved race, and they are immortal.Even for the fallen angels, God never withdrew this favor.

The white-bearded angel stroked his beard.Judging from the proficiency of his movements, he has been smoothing this beard for a long time. "Of course I will grow old after eating the wisdom fruit." He paused and looked at him suspiciously, "Don't you?"

Metatron opened his mouth, but was intercepted by Mammon, "We just ate, so we don't know much about it yet."

The white-bearded angel nodded, accepting this explanation. "Well. Wisdom and life have always been a difficult multiple-choice question. But if the quality examiner can select you, it means that you have good qualifications."

Mamen tentatively said, "You just said the main city..."

The white-bearded angel glared at him, "You don't even know the main city? Where did you come from?"

Mammon knows that the so-called enlightenment of wisdom is not from ignorance to omniscience, but from no ability to learn to ability to learn.So he continued to make up stories with confidence, "As soon as we wake up, we will be in the village."

The white-bearded angel stared at him incredulously.

Mammon looked innocent.

The white-bearded angel scratched his head, "Could it be that the Quality Inspection Bureau made a mistake."

Metatron asked, "What is the QA?"

"Choose angels who are suitable for eating the fruit of wisdom." The white-bearded angel said, "Let them guide the work and life of other angels who do not eat the fruit of wisdom."

Metatron and Mammon half understood.

The white-bearded angel thought for a while, stood up anxiously, turned and went back to the bedroom.

Mammon drew a circle, and the white-bearded angel seemed to be followed by a monitor, and every move was recorded in the circle.

He took out a crystal ball from a drawer.

Mammon frowned, "What is this?"

Metatron said: "Communication crystal."

Mamen was stunned, "The one that was eliminated the first time. There are very few such things in hell now, and they can be speculated as antiques."

Metatron was bewildered.

The white bearded angel returns.

Mammon put away the circle.

The white-bearded angel sat back in his seat, carefully placed the crystal ball on the dining table, and said, "I think, I'd better contact the main city and ask them to send someone to pick you up."

Mammon raised her eyebrows, "We don't want to go back yet."

The white-bearded angel reprimanded: "It's not up to you! I don't know why you are so old to eat the wisdom fruit, but since you have eaten it, you must receive formal education and study hard, so that you can serve the angels! "

Mammon frowned upon hearing this.

Seeing that the white-bearded angel was angry, Metatron smiled and said softly, "I just won't go back for the time being."

The white-bearded angel looked excited, and said in a judo tone: "The Quality Inspection Bureau is a good place, and can arrange work and accommodation for you. You won't be wandering around like this, with nowhere to go."

"Alright." Mammon waved his hand lightly in front of him, and the white-bearded angel fell asleep.

Metatron rubbed his temples, "What's going on?"

There is a wisdom fruit tree in the tenth realm, but the angels who eat it will grow old...

There is the main city here, and there is the quality inspection bureau...

Mammon suddenly asked, "Who is the lord of the main city?"

Metatron stopped his fingers.

Mammon pulled him over and gently pressed his fingers instead.

Metatron's body tensed up like a bowstring.

Mammon didn't realize it, "Maybe, if you find him, the problem will be solved."

Metatron looked at the white-bearded angel and said, "What should he do?"

Mamen said: "The best way to keep a secret is..."

Metatron frowned.

"Let him forget that secret." Mammon's fingers slid down his smooth skin, almost reaching his neck.

Just as Metatron was about to make a sound, he withdrew his fingers.

Mammon stared straight at the top of the white-bearded angel's head, so serious that no one could say any objection, "I'll erase his memory."

"Wait." Metatron stopped.

Mammon turned her head slowly and brought her face closer, "Do you want to touch it back?"

Metatron looked at him.

Mammon's eyes gradually moved to his lips.

"We need a map to the main city." After Metatron finished speaking, he turned to look at the window.

Mammon sighed.

The main city of the Tenth Realm.

Metatron and Mammon were in the carriage, watching from mid-air.

There are groups of majestic buildings, half of which are built on the mountains and half in the plains. At first glance, there is an illusion that the whole city is flying over.

Metatron spoke slowly: "It's very similar to..."

"Northeast corner of the Holy City." Mammon continued.

Metatron nodded slightly.

Mamen said: "The city owner here once went to heaven."

The mist in Metatron's heart turned into a cobweb, entangled him in the center, and he couldn't break free.

"Who else has Heaven sent to the Tenth Realm?"

"only one."

"Shiplet?" Mammon remembered the name.

Metatron didn't answer.

"How's your personality?" Mammon asked.

Metatron said, "He is the Angel of Mercy."

mercy?

In Mamen's mind, it directly translates as "easy to deceive".In view of his aversion to him, Mamen has already outlined a dozen commercial traps in his mind, ready for him to jump.

"Let's sneak in," Metatron said.

Mammon replied without hesitation: "Okay."

"Thank you." Metatron said sincerely.Now it seems that the tenth realm has nothing to do with hell, it should be the responsibility of heaven.

Mamen squinted, "There will be a price."

Metatron blinked and turned his head, "I'll let Raphael talk."

Mammon smiled lowly, "I haven't said what the price will be."

Metatron was silent.

Mammon leaned on his shoulder, "Do you remember what I said before?"

"Which one?"

"I want to kiss you."

"..."

"I am serious."

Metatron sighed softly, "Mammon."

"This is the price I want." Mamen said.

Metatron remained silent for a long while.

Mammon is not in a hurry.

Time passed in silence between the two.

The mighty city outside slowly dimmed, and the lights in the city gradually brightened.

"Your sin is greed," Metatron said out of the darkness.

"Yeah." Mammon quietly breathed in the unique breath emanating from his body, and said leisurely, "But as long as it's you, I'm easy to be satisfied."

Metatron's face finally blushed uncontrollably.

"So," Mammon leaned her head lightly on his shoulder, her voice gradually lowered, "let me stay by your side."

Metatron shook his shoulders.

"Maybe, then I will return to heaven."

Knowing that it was a lie, I couldn't help but hope that it would become true.

Metatron looked at the gorgeous city outside the car window, and couldn't tell whether he was fascinated by the city or because of this too beautiful lie.

Back to heaven again.

He seemed to see countless angels flying towards the holy city again.

At the front, Lucifer and Michael walked side by side.

Abaddon, Beelzebub, Asmodeus, Beria... Mammon.

Fairy music is fluttering, white clouds are fluttering.

Above the white clouds, the light is shining.

In the temple.

God slowly promulgated the oracle.

All the angels lowered their heads to listen, and then secretly made small movements that they only knew about each other.

Asmodeus always kept his head low, and Raphael liked to stare at him.

Gabriel liked to tease Abaddon, stepping on his feet or making faces at him.

Beria slept on Abaddon's back from head to toe.

And Mammon...as long as he can meet his eyes every time he looks at him.

At the end of the listening, everyone dispersed in a herd, in groups of three or four, and went to play separately.

Carefree, how happy.

Mammon's head rested quietly on his shoulder, as if falling asleep.

Metatron couldn't help but raised his other hand, and gently traced the outline of his facial features two or three centimeters away from his face.

The horse stamped its hooves.

He dropped his hand immediately.

It was quiet again.

The next morning.

Mammon opened her eyes and looked up slightly at Metatron.

The other party was looking down at him.

"Morning." Mammon smiled.

Metatron also smiled and said, "Morning."

Before she finished speaking, Mammon suddenly raised her head and kissed Metatron's lips.

Metatron tilted his head slightly, and kissed him on the neck.

"Look, sunrise." He pointed to the east, as if nothing happened.

Mamen's eyes dimmed, and she slowly moved her body back, leaning against the other side of the carriage, and said with a smile, "Half an undercooked egg."

Metatron said, "Let's go into town."

"it is good."

The gate of the main city is higher than the gate of Noah's Ark, about ten meters.

Metatron and Mammon stood at the door like dwarves visiting the Titans.

Mamen looked at the rust on the door and said, "This door is for decoration."

Metatron said, "It's rarely used."

"We go in from the air?" If this door is opened, it will definitely cause a lot of commotion.

Metatron nodded.

The city is open to the air, so they can easily fly over the walls.

When I got to the city, I saw white feathers shaking off everywhere and flying on the ground.

Mamen said: "The hair-increasing agent should be very profitable here."

Metatron said, "They all show their wings."

"Ah."

Metatron revealed a pair of white wings and turned to look at Mammon, "Their wings are all white."

Regardless of whether Mammon shows his wings or not, he is a different kind here.