ghost world

Beria's residence resembles a church.

There is a row of small orange lights in front of the ivory-white building, which still flickers even under the light of Lucifer.

Metatron's neck was slightly raised, and his neck was curved in a beautiful arc. His sea blue eyes looked in the direction of the lamp, and he smiled elegantly. "I remember that Beria was very attached to Lucifer before."

Mammon looked at him and echoed, "Because the light of Lord Lucifer is the most dazzling."

Metatron said: "I always thought he would stay in heaven, in the brightest place in the world."

Mamen said: "In places that are too bright, you can't see the light. Light always exists for the sake of darkness."

Metatron was slightly moved.

Mamen said: "It's just like, Lord Lucifer is just the star of the morning in the sky, but in hell, he is the blazing sun of the night."

A trace of confusion flashed in Metatron's eyes.

The gate of Beria's house is already close at hand.

Mammon stepped forward and knocked gently on the door.

After about five or six minutes, the Goat Demon servant came to open the door. Looking at his hazy eyes and the tears in the corners of his eyes, Mammon was sure that he had just gotten up from the bed. "Where's your master?"

The Goat Demon said calmly, "I just got up two days ago, so I should still be sleeping now."

Metatron laughed and said, "When will he wake up next time?"

The Goat Demon glanced at that brilliant blond hair several times, "According to the usual records, it will take about five or six days."

Metatron said, "Get up and move?"

"No, get up, wash your face and brush your teeth." Seeing Metatron's puzzled expression, the Goat Demon explained, "This is the strict rule of Lord Lucifer."

Metatron blinked.He didn't seem to have expected that the Angel Belia, who just liked to stay in bed in heaven, would degenerate so thoroughly after arriving in hell.

Mammon felt very offended by the Goatman's gaze at Metatron from time to time, "Go and wake him up."

The Goat Demon hesitated.

"Recently, I'm considering whether to suggest that Beelzebub conscript all the servants of the palaces into the army." Mamen said slowly.

The Goat Demon started to run back.

Metatron was surprised: "I thought the Goat Demon was one of the warlike races in hell."

"Mostly yes." Mammon looked at the direction where the Goat Demons were leaving, "before they entered Belia's palace." After contacting Belia, he was able to stay diligent without being infected by his laziness. I am afraid there are not many.

Metatron moved slowly to allow enough time for Beria to wake up.

But he obviously underestimated his speed and overestimated Beria's shame.When they walked to the door of Beria's bedroom, they just heard the sound of Beria turning over on the bed.

Tuk Tuk.

Mammon flexed her fingers and tapped twice on the open bedroom door.

Beria opened his left eye, looked at the goat demon who was bending over to look at him, and asked, "Is it Lord Lucifer?"

The Goat Demon shook his head.

Bella closed her eyes in relief.

"It's me." Metatron said softly.

Beria opened his right eye, "I seem to hear Metatron's voice, is it my illusion?"

The Goat Demon didn't know how to answer.He had no idea who Metatron was.

"It must be my illusion." Beria muttered, closing his right eye again.

A burst of soft light sprinkled on his skin, as gentle as the morning sun.

Beria closed his eyes and frowned, "There is no sunshine in hell."

The Goat Demon leaned against the edge of the bed, grasping the corner of the pillow with both hands, and twitched the pillow with what he thought was a very secretive movement.

"But there is heaven." Metatron stood at the head of his bed, leaned over, and whispered softly like a child.

Mammon wanted to break the foot of the bed with her foot.

"But heaven is too far away from me." After Beria finished speaking, he suddenly opened his eyes and said, "No one in hell would say that."

Metatron stretched out his finger and poked his face lightly, "Really not?"

"Meta!" Belia's eyes widened suddenly, she stared at him in a daze, then jumped up suddenly, and threw herself heavily on him.

Metatron hugged him subconsciously.

"Meta, it's really you!" He buried his head in his neck, desperately breathing in the familiar smell in his memory.

"You haven't brushed your teeth yet, have you?" Mammon asked coolly from the side.

Beria raised his head cautiously, his face flushed like a boiled shrimp.

Metatron put him down gently.

The goat demon immediately said: "Master Belia, please lie down, I will prepare the toothbrush to help you brush your teeth immediately."

"..." Beria lowered his head and prepared to find a hole in the ground.Although everyone in hell knows his habits clearly, it has even spread to other realms.But it never occurred to him that he would lose face in front of Metatron. "I'm going to wash up."

Metatron felt light on his hand, and Beria was blown away like a gust of wind.

The Goat Demon didn't expect that Beria's living habits, which even Lord Lucifer couldn't change, were easily solved by a strange blond man... oh, it was a blond handsome man, so he couldn't help but take another look.

Mammon's smile became more and more dangerous.

The Goat Demon was so stared at that his spine felt chills, and he was even more afraid to look at him.

After such a strange confrontation for about a minute, Mammon finally spoke. "Belia may need help..."

Before he finished his coda, the goat demon figure had rushed out of the door.

Mamen said: "It seems that Beria and his servants can also move very quickly."

Metatron walked around the room and helped Beria fold the quilt by the way.

Mammon's eyes felt hot, and she quietly found a seat in the corner to sit down.

Beria came back soon, excitedly ran to Metatron and kept wandering around, "Meta, you left Noah's Ark? Why did you come? Did you come to see me? Will you stay?" ? Ah, why are you with Mammon?"

Mammon raised her eyebrows and said, "We've been together for a long, long time."

Beria didn't even look at him out of the corner of his eyes, just staring at Metatron.

Metatron patted his head, "Which one do you want me to answer first?"

Beria asked without thinking, "Will you stay?"

Metatron said, "You can come and see me, too."

The look in Beria's eyes suddenly dimmed, "Then how long will you stay?"

Mamen said, "It may be a little shorter than you imagined."

Beria looked at him in surprise, "Why are you targeting me?"

Mamen spread her hands and said, "I'm telling the truth."

Beria looked at Metatron pitifully.

Metatron asked, "Are you used to staying in hell?"

Beria said with a downcast face, "I'm not used to not seeing you at all."

While secretly writing down this sentence in her heart, Mamen complained, "Well, I sleep 360 or four days a year, I'm really not used to sleeping, and I'm not at ease."

Beria raised an eyebrow.

Mammon continued to smirk.

"Overwhelm the angels...overwhelm the angels...attack the heavens attack the heavens..."

Suddenly thunderous singing sounded outside, making the originally peaceful seventh floor lively.

Facing Metatron's speechless gaze, Mammon explained embarrassingly, "It's "Battle Hymn of Hell", which is now used as an alarm bell. Something must have happened." He opened the window and flew out.

Metatron and Beria exchanged glances.

Beria whispered: "Did you come in secretly, I will cover you!"

Metatron thought, even if he didn't come in secretly, he would be ashamed to use his wings to fly out when he heard such singing.

Mammon flew to the fifth floor in one breath, and saw Abaddon confronting Poggy in mid-air.

Hippe was held by the collar of Porgy like a chicken holding an eagle.

Abaddon was yelling, "You bastard! You are making trouble for me all day long! As I am, I order you now, release me immediately!"

"Damn!" Porgy spat skillfully to the side like a hooligan, and cursed back, "You bastard!"

Abaddon was stunned by the scolding.

Mammon was also stunned.

Abaddon has been scolded by many people in his life, in various languages, but this is the first time that "whore" has such a characteristic word.

"A... stick?" Abaddon pointed to his nose, "Are you sure you're talking about me?"

Porgy nodded vigorously.

Abaddon turned his head to look at Asmodeus who was standing not far away, and waved towards him.

Asmodeus flew over in coordination.

Abaddon pointed at Asmodeus' nose and asked suspiciously, "Are you sure you're not asking him?"

Asmodeus was innocent and wronged.

Porgy shook his head, then stretched out his fingers and dialed to the left.

Abaddon's fingers curled a little in agreement.

Porgy dialed again.

Abaddon bent a little more.

Porgy nodded.

Abaddon looked in the direction the finger was pointing—

He was right.

"Your skin is itchy! You say I'm a prostitute?!" Abaddon was furious, and there was a faint thunder from the sky.

Porgy said: "For the sake of my father, as long as you admit that you are a prostitute, and promise that this is only one time, I will forgive you."

"Forgive me..." Abaddon's fiery red hair was as straight as bushes of chopsticks, "Where the hell am I being a prostitute?"

Poggy hooked Xi Pei's collar, shook it slightly, and raised his eyebrows: "Don't you want to deny that you were not raping him just now?"

"I raped him?" Abaddon's hair tended to stand up from his scalp.

Beelzebub rushed over, and when he heard this, he frowned forcefully, "Although this is a fast-track punishment that abuses the body and mind, I think it lacks a bit of beauty."

Abaddon finally broke out, "Damn! I just punched him in the stomach a little with my fist, how did I know he would suddenly lie on the ground and moan excitedly while touching himself?"

Mammon felt that it was time to stand up, "Based on my understanding of Abaddon and Hippe, I think the credibility of Abaddon's words is 50.00% one, and Porgy's is 40.00% nine."