Death knocked on the gate of hell

In the dead of night, everything is silent, and the moon quietly hides in the dark clouds.The wind swept through the empty streets, making it look a bit deserted.The corner street lamp stands silently, and the dim light illuminates the street sign underneath, which is printed with "Yanluo Street".

Most of this area is an apartment building. Residents go to bed early at this point. Every household draws the curtains and turns off the lights. It is so dark that it blends into the night.

A light suddenly came on in one of the windows, and Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu resumed their modern attire and appeared in the living room out of thin air.Fan Wujiu held a book in his hand, which was "The Evolution of Costumes in Chinese Dynasties" thrown to him by Hades before he left.

"It can be regarded as coming back from get off work." Fan Wujiu sank into the sofa, and relaxed comfortably, "It's still comfortable at home."

Yanluo Apartment is their residence in the world, but you can tell from the name that this building does not belong to them, and the ownership is in the hands of Yan Luowang.Not only this building, but the whole street belongs to Yama.

How else can you say that Lord Yan is a business genius, he not only earns money from ghosts, but also earns money from all kinds of gods and goblins.Places like Yanluo Bar, Yanluo Restaurant, and Yanluo Hotel are all his properties and are used to entertain guests from all walks of life.No matter what currency is received, it will be converted into ghost currency according to the exchange rate, flowed into the underworld account, and invested in the construction of the underworld.His subordinates, Po Meng, Judge, Bull Head and Horse Face, were all sent by him to take care of Yangjian's business empire.

The impermanence of black and white was not let go, they were sent to this community to be responsible for rent collection, and seduction became amateurs instead.

Ghosts from other places come to Qingzhou City for a trip, stay in a hotel room for a few days and then leave. Those who choose to rent apartments are long-term residents, so the nearby residents are all local monsters.Not all monsters like to stay in the deep mountains and old forests, and not all monsters can afford a house. It is inconvenient to mix among humans, so the Yanluo community where non-humans gather is the best choice.

The apartment buildings in the entire community were full, but this one was the only one that was empty.Because the landlord Yan Wang lives in this building in Yangjian, ordinary little monsters dare not move in, so Black and White Wuchang can be the tenant here.

Hades wasn't so stingy that he even wanted to squeeze out his subordinates' wool. This room was given to them as employee benefits, and they were not charged rent.One household has two bedrooms and one living room, and the two of them occupy exactly one household. The bedroom is only separated by a wall, plus the living room, it is like a warm little home.

After stretching, Fan Wujiu straightened up and said, "Go back to your room and rest first, I'm afraid I won't sleep tonight."

Xie Bi'an paused on his way back to the room, and turned sideways: "What?"

Fan Wujiu raised the book in his hand and signaled, "A thousand times."

Xie Bi was quiet for a moment and said, "Oh. Good luck."

Two o'clock in the morning, bedroom.

Fan Wujiu sat in front of the desk, raised his arm, turned his sore wrist, and took a long breath: "It's only eighty times, it's terrible."

"If your life is gone, there is no impermanence to hook your soul."

The clear and cold voice seemed to be filled with chills, Fan Wujiu shivered, and when he turned around, he saw Xie Bi'an standing behind him.He didn't hear the door opening, Xie Bi'an should have come through the wall.

Seeing Xie Bi'an, Fan Wujiu seemed to regain all his strength in an instant.

Fan Wujiu laughed and said, "Isn't Bai Wuchang here to seduce me?"

Xie Bi'an looked at him indifferently and didn't speak.

Fan Wujiu rubbed his nose, and started looking for something to say: "Why are you up so late?"

"Immortals don't need to sleep." Xie Bi'an picked up the "Clothing Evolution of Chinese Dynasties" on the table, and quickly flipped through ten lines from beginning to end, "I have only copied it [-] times so far. Do you want to copy it until the year of the monkey?"

The hand speed of the gods is very different from that of ordinary people. Putting this speed into the gods, it can be said to be horribly slow.

Fan Wujiu sighed: "I thought the text was boring, but after reading it for a long time, I became dizzy and almost couldn't read the words."

Xie Bi'an put the book back, opened the chair and sat down beside Fan Wujiu, took out a pen and paper, and began to write silently, imitating Fan Wujiu's handwriting.

Fan Wujiu was taken aback.He naturally saw that Xie Bi'an was not using the usual thin gold body, but was imitating his crazy style.Not to mention, the handwriting was so imitated that he couldn't even see it himself.

"You came here in the middle of the night to help." Fan Wujiu patted him on the shoulder emotionally, "You really deserve to be my good brother."

Xie Bi'an was caught off guard by a slap on the shoulder, and his pen was a little crooked. He frowned and said, "Hand."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Fan Wujiu quickly moved his hand away.

Of course, he wouldn't let Xie Bi'an copy them all, it would be easier for the two to share, so he sat down again.Fan Wujiu asked himself that he didn't have the photographic memory like Xie Bian, so he opened the book and copied it honestly.

"Thanks, brother." Fan Wujiu said while copying.

"Old Hei." Xie Bian lowered his eyes and said suddenly, "Sorry."

Fan Wujiu was startled, then laughed: "No, why are you apologizing?"

Xie Bi'an said: "If I hadn't said that the clothes are ugly, you wouldn't have proposed to His Highness Yama, and you wouldn't have been punished for copying."

"What does this have to do with you? I am the one who said to change into a suit, not you." Fan Wujiu was very open-minded and didn't care.

Xie Bi'an: "It's related. Let me mention the cause first, and your punishment is the result. I owe you."

Fan Wujiu: "It doesn't matter. Because I made a slip of the tongue, if I was punished, what does it have to do with you?"

Xie Bi'an: "Related."

Fan Wujiu: "It doesn't matter."

Xie Bi'an: "..."

Fan Wujiu noticed something strange from Xie Bian's abnormal behavior, and asked tentatively: "Old Bai, you stay up so late...won't you keep thinking about this, and blame yourself for it?"

The more he thought about it, the more it seemed possible.Xie Bi'an looks cold and indifferent on the outside, but he doesn't know how delicate and sensitive his mind is.Maybe it was because he was lying on the bed for a long time and wondered whether he was tired, so he came to copy books for him in the middle of the night.

"Brother, don't care about this." Fan Wujiu hurriedly comforted him, "Besides, you also came to copy for me, we two are brothers and sisters, no matter what the cause or effect, we will share the responsibility, there is no need to distinguish right from wrong."

Xie Bi'an didn't speak again, only the tip of the pen rustled on the paper.

Fan Wujiu kept his eyes on his nose, his nose and his heart, and concentrated on copying the book.

—— Concentration is fake, shoulder to shoulder with the person next to you, elbow to elbow, the distance is too close, how can you not be distracted?

The two seem to be concentrating on doing their own things, but in fact they are in a lot of situations.Fan Wujiu made a lot of typos and overturned a lot, and the obliteration and corrections were horrible; Xie Bi'an forgot the words in the middle of writing, and it took a while to remember.

Fan Wujiu was halfway through copying, and suddenly said: "Old Bai, look at this."

Xie Bi'an turned his head: "What are you looking at?"

"Looking at the picture in the book, the clothes in the Wei and Jin Dynasties also have wide robes and long sleeves, but they are smart and elegant, and they look better than our current impermanent clothes. If you like it, can you change the style to this?"

Xie Bi'an was silent for a moment: "You still have time to think about this."

"Didn't you say you want to change the style?" Of course I want to take your words to heart.

Xie Bi settled down for a moment, turned his head away, and said, "En. That's it."

The two immortals copied together, and the efficiency was extremely high.Regardless of the quality, the speed is greatly improved.By four o'clock in the morning, I had copied it [-] times.

Xie Bi'an finally felt a little tired and stopped to rub his wrists.

Fan Wujiu looked at it and felt distressed: "Okay, okay, I'll do the rest."

Xie Bi'an didn't listen, picked up his pen and continued writing: "Didn't you say that we should bear the cause and effect together?"

Fan Wujiu blurted out: "You taste the good fruit, but I bear the bitter fruit."

Xie Bi'an looked at him in surprise.

Fan Wujiu came to his senses, felt that his words were a bit out of bounds, and started to make amends: "Brothers share blessings and difficulties together. I am more loyal, and I like to leave more blessings to my brothers and more sufferings to myself. .”

Xie Bi'an nodded: "Then you are so righteous." Then he lowered his head and continued copying.

Fan Wujiu: "..."

It seems that Lao Bai has not been persuaded at all.

So the two immortals continued to copy in silence.The room is extremely quiet, except for the sound of the rain outside the window, hitting the glass, which is quite poetic.

So they listened to the rain all night.

At the dawn of dawn, they put down their pens at the same time, no more, no less, a thousand times, just in time for dawn to finish.

Xie Bi'an looked at Yubai in the east outside the window, and said, "It's dawn."

I don't know when the rain stopped, and when dawn came, a golden glow pierced through the thin clouds and wrapped around the early sun.

The world is impermanent, and every night some people leave their souls and go to death; everything remains the same, and the sun rises to usher in a new life.

Fan Wujiu slumped on the chair tiredly, closed his eyes and rested his mind, and had no time to look at the beautiful scenery of the sky: "Finally, I can meet His Highness Hades."

"Be careful in the future." Xie Bi'an reminded, "Your Highness doesn't like things that are too Western, so you'd better not mention them."

Fan Wujiu was stunned suddenly, opened his eyes and sat up and said, "It's over."

Xie Bi'an: "What?"

Fan Wujiu stared at the copied paper on the table, heartbroken: "We use pens, pens were invented by foreigners, we should use brushes to copy!"

"..."

Xie Bi'an: "There is no need to overcorrect, His Highness the King of Hell is just a tradition, not a feudal one."

Without further ado, Fan Wujiu and Xie Bi'an returned to the Hall of Yama, ready to present the copied paper to the King of Yama.

Yan Luo still sits quietly in front of the desk and writes, his brows are sparse and elegant.

Hades has two artifacts in his hands, one is the book of life and death, and the other is the pen of reincarnation.Impermanence needs to consult the book of life and death to attract the soul of the dead, and the judge needs to use the reincarnation pen to distinguish between good and evil.Because of the reincarnation pen, it was given to the judge of the underworld, also known as the judge's pen.

But now the underworld trial system is fully automatic, and the judges have been sent to do business, and the judge's pen has returned to the hands of Hades.As for the books of life and death, those obtained by Black and White Impermanence and Temporary Impermanence are only used for inquiries.

Looking at the book of life and death for impermanence is to seduce the soul.

The judge uses the judge's pen for judgment.

Hades wrote the book of life and death with a judge's pen, creating cause and effect.Everything he writes will become true, and the fate of all lives can be controlled by him.

Possessing the power to control cause and effect, this is the reason why Hades is so powerful among the gods of the present world.

"Copy it?" This time, Yan Luo already knew why they came.

"Yes, please have a look." Fan Wujiu handed the copied stack of papers to Yan Luo with some trepidation, praying that no abnormality would be seen.

The paper floated in mid-air, turning the pages quickly and automatically.

Yan Luo browsed through it very quickly, looked up at Xie Bi'an with great interest: "Did you copy it for him?"

Xie Bi'an frowned.

...his handwriting should be flawless.

"Your handwriting is indeed exactly the same as his, but 420 of them have no mistakes or omissions, and the other 570 have a lot of typos. It doesn't look like it was written by one person." Yan Luo explained kindly.

Xie Bi'an: "..." Never expected.

Fan Wujiu: "..." What a fucking embarrassment.

Fan Wujiu was heartbroken, and took all the responsibility on himself first: "Punish me! I wanted to be lazy, so I asked Lao Bai to write for me."

Xie Bi'an frowned, wanting to deny: "Your Highness—"

Yan Luo interrupted him: "You brothers are deeply in love, and this king will not bear to punish severely. As long as another thing is done, this matter will be over."

Xie Bi'an asked cautiously: "Is this difficult?"

"It's not too difficult."

Yan Luo is serious: "Letting you understand Eastern culture is to generate cultural confidence, and letting foreign gods understand it is called cultural export. As long as a Western god reads this "Evolution of Chinese Clothing in the Past Dynasties" and submits a [-]-word reading review, it will be considered a cultural export." Your mission is accomplished."

"..."

"Do you have any questions?"

"Yes." Fan Wujiu asked seriously, "Can I choose severe punishment? I am willing to be punished." I would rather be punished.

Yan Luo smiled: "I can't."

……

Coming out of the underworld, Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu looked at each other, and they both went straight to the same direction.

Smoke down the bar.

There lived a Western god, Venus.