The life of a migrant worker

After I finished saying this, the young girl Meng Po tilted her head and stared at me like a fool for two seconds, and finally blinked. I turned a corner like drifting in front of me, and soon her figure turned into a small black spot and disappeared into the vast sea of ​​flowers on the other side.

I guess this should be something she is not sure about, so I ran to ask my superiors to make a decision.

She ran so fast that she didn't say hello.But I didn't rush to chase her, after all, even if my guess is wrong, this person really never comes back, and it doesn't hinder me from staying in hell.

Fortunately, the girl-like Granny Meng didn't make me wait too long, she ran back like lightning after a while, and the girl's crisp ZZ voice sounded in the silence of the underworld, she told me: "Lord Yan Mo said , as long as you don't make trouble, then do as you like."

So Meng Po and I became friends.

The state after death is really strange. I don’t feel hungry, cold, or sleepy. I don’t know if it’s a general situation or a special case of me, because I often I saw Po Meng eating.

Her pot demon is both her mount and her locker, so it is often full of hot oden and comes to me.It was only later that I learned that the beer bottle she was holding in her arms, Xin Yi Dark Mou ⒉ Huang Knock Beer—Meng Po Soup can only be Meng Po Soup, because there are also the diversity of tourists who come to Huangquan and do not drink.

Let’s not mention this, anyway, we spread out our blankets and have a picnic by the Santu River. Most of the time, Granny Meng ate alone, and I looked at her with my chin resting on the side.It’s not that I’ve heard the story about the goddess of spring eating pomegranates from the underworld and can’t return to the human world. It’s just that I have never tried to do so since I started eating monsters and ghosts.

Ghosts can vomit when eating people, but due to the cherishment of food, I don't vomit, but I feel panicked.

Since it won't work, and I won't be hungry, let it go.

The black pot is bubbling hotly, and next to it are large clusters of blooming Bana flowers. It seems that the environment of Hades has only two main colors, black and red.

The only people of color are the guys who work here.

The ghost in white clothes would greet me friendly when he saw me, and he would nod without looking aside when the judge who was following Yan Mo passed by, but I still didn't understand him with the talisman paper on his face. How can I see what is in front of me clearly.

There is hell, and I am surprised by this behavior, maybe I am too unimaginative.

But there are not only people who work here in the underworld, occasionally the undead who get lost in the underworld will also talk to me about things that Z has been thinking about before Z, and the monsters transformed from Higanhua will also show some interest and whisper to me .

They don't seem to see me as an outsider at all.

But thinking about it carefully, wandering in the tributary of Saizhiheyuan, gazing at the other side of the Santu River, in their eyes, don't I belong to a ghost wandering in the underworld?

How long do you want to stay by the Santu River?

At the moment of death, I even felt a long-lost sense of relief and gratitude... Fortunately, I didn't see the dead soul of my mother, and I didn't see the child with lapis lazuli eyes. My fear is only limited to these accusations that may be blurted out It is the source of all my pressure. As for the souls of the former subordinates, it doesn't matter even if all of them stretch out their hands and drag me to Abina.

I deserve it.

But the underworld I came to was quieter than I imagined.

This peace keeps me away from the pain in my heart, so why am I unwilling to reincarnate?

Maybe it was embarrassing.

Obviously a well-planned good way for no one to die, but at the last moment of victory, Ninja was made to cry, and the handsome lines that were originally planned to be said did not have a chance to be said in the end.

Compared with Hei Si Mou's pleadings and statements like "no words to answer" when facing Wu Mi, I can almost be called "no face to answer" now.

And Nuliang Liban, I didn't go back to drink the glass of Yaoming wine with him as promised, I'm afraid he won't pour the good wine on my grave neatly as promised.

"It's fine if I don't give you dirt!"

The lifespan of a monster is so long, if it falls into the hands of this guy after turning Z, the next me who is innocent and has no memory will definitely suffer.

Hesitant Sen Mochizuki is a bit stupider than others, so in order to avoid me being more pitiful and miserable in the next life, while being scolded, I have to suffer several brain collapses and the like, so I don’t want to be reincarnated into the human world again .

I personally severed the connection between me and human beings.

My friends probably thought that I was bewitched by Onimai Tsuji, but I understood better than anyone else that it was I who crossed the boundary between human and non-human, like a phosphorescent whitebait jumping up from the sea, slashing headfirst. Into the shadows.

I said I hate humans.

I also told Tong Mo that human beings are shit.

But I still don't want to hurt human beings. Guiwu Tsuji said that I was fed enough hypocritical morality. Indeed, I was once a canon superstitious person, and I was restricted in the rules and regulations of dogma.

Aoi Kanzaki said that I am a bad person, and bad people are usually not attractive, like a rotten apple, because it is overripe, it emits a rotten aroma, and it will always attract evil people and flies.

As for Butterfly Ninja, Butterfly Ninja said I was an idiot.

She's right, and I'm an idiot, the kind of idiot who gets scolded every day.

Thinking about it carefully, there is almost no one around who doesn't scold me. First of all, Shinobu always scolds me in a roundabout way, let alone Immortal Kawasami.Although Tomioka Yoshiyuki is very naive, sometimes his words really make people feel wrong.

Thinking about it carefully, the familiar people around me didn't say anything bad about me the whole time, it seemed that only Purgatory Xingshourou was the only one.

I shared the sad result I observed with the only junior who respected me. Purgatory Kyojuro laughed heartily at that time, his eyes sparkling. At this time, I didn’t think he was a relative of some kind of owl, but rather Like a cute dog.

He said to me: "That's why everyone is paying attention to Senpai Mori! Hmm! But Tomioka shouldn't be like that!"

This answer is like playing charades. I only understand the way that Purgatory Anjurou told me not to be serious. His character is like this, so everyone should take the initiative to tolerate him.

Later, after I became a ghost, I was bored and told Tong Mo in the form of 'I have a friend', because the leader of Wanshi Bliss Sect said that he was very understanding, and no one who talked to him was dissatisfied. Forget about your troubles.

After he listened to it, he used the guise of fan star Kong Kong Kong Kong Mo ku ship, and finally held back the rhetorical question "Is this friend you yourself" very winkingly under my gaze, and then pretended to be a bosom brother She said considerately: "It's very normal to have such doubts!"

Just listening to this sentence, this guy can be said to be full of confidence in his social skills: "After all, no one can realize early on like me that 'excessive targeting is excessive care'. Makes sense!"

Good guy, I call it a good guy for my thoughts on Tong Mo.

——'Why does he only target me, so he must be secretly in love with me! '

If Your Excellency Yiwozuo knew about this guy's brain circuit, he would definitely be so angry that he would have a cerebral thrombosis, right?

I really hope Tomioka Yoshiyuki's autism can even give this guy a little bit.

Then again, even with so many things happening, I'm not disappointed in humans.People gathered around me because of the invisible manipulation of fate. After I became stronger, each of them looked so cute and pitiful in front of the power.

It's like a fluffy little hamster lying in the palm of your hand and puffing up like a little ball. It looks so cute when they are put together alone, but as long as they are gathered together——

Is this to feed on the same kind?

Why is it so.

I can't figure it out, and I can't figure it out no matter how hard I think about it.

The time in Hades seems to be static, there is no rotation of the sun and the moon, and the dark sky, only the wind blowing from nowhere, gently rolling down the bright red petals from the flower branches.

I don't know the time, so I don't even know how long I stayed in the underworld, and the time simply doesn't mean much to me, so I don't think about anything, and I don't want to think about anything.

Letting go is always the most familiar argument of Mochizuki Mochizuki, and no one knows better than me how to live in a daze.

Travelers in Huangquan will always express a lot of reluctance before they drink up the Mengpo soup and forget their past.

When I listened to the [-] stories about giving up obsessions and went to Z, and wondered if the Underworld would use me as a psychotherapist, the judge specially came to Sai Zhi He Yuan to ask me: "Hesitant, do you want to find something to do?"

Become a ghost?I don't know if I will be paid, I was thinking in a mess, and I remembered the beautiful Lord of the Underworld who was reclining on the couch of clouds that Po Meng told me about, so I said that I would work under Lord Yan Mo .

The man with paper on his face chatted and thought for 2 minutes, and finally nodded solemnly to me: "It should be."

When I walked out of this secluded tributary, the concept of time distorted by this river basin finally regained its clarity. For the first time, I saw the whole picture of Saizhiheyuan's outer Hades, and saw a familiar figure.

At his feet is the fast-moving Santuchuan River, where the dead must give their belongings to the ferryman in order to cross the river.But that was a story many years ago. In order to avoid the chaos of ferrymen raising prices by sitting on the ground, and to prevent people from falling into the river and being unable to pass Z, a long vermilion bridge was built between the banks.

Because that person was unable to go to Yan Mo Temple, he could only watch the tourists coming and going on the other side. Because the river was condensed by anger, ignorance and resentment, the temperature by the river was chilly and gloomy.He was wrapped in a white cloth, tied into a small hood and draped over his body, which looked very thin.

When I walked to the main road on the shore, the young man raised his blue eyes to look this way as if he had a feeling, like a lonely puppy that was abandoned.

Yamabashi Kunihiro.

Z is unable to reach this dead zone, and Fu Sangshen is a spirit body that condenses the thoughts and souls of things, and somehow uses some method to cross the gap between the world and that time.

In order to give him freedom, I didn't sign any contract with Touken Fusangshin.

I said to him, "After I leave, you can go anywhere."

Shanba never answered, he just pursed his lips without making a sound, and kept silent to me as always.

Sai no Kawara's time is chaotic.

Even if the emissary of the underworld stepped here, he had to be careful again and again.For a newcomer who has just arrived, he doesn't know how long it will take to see the light of day again.

But even so, this young man who was distraught and brought home with dew all over his body was still waiting on the other side of Santuchuan for 60 years.