Chapter 184 Eating and Leaving

"Crack..."

"Crack..."

"Crack..."

Many people may not notice a detail in their daily lives: when you watch someone else eat, your mouth will instinctively secrete saliva.

And the more fragrant the person in your field of vision eats, the more saliva will be secreted.

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The little loli just watched, half a face趴(pā) lying on the edge of the pit, eating bite by bite.

Although his movements looked very indecent, and what he was eating was even more indecent, the whole picture still gave people a sense of ritual as if they were having a candlelight dinner in a western restaurant.

"Heh..."

Half a face took out half an arm, and threw it directly in front of the little loli.

It was impossible to be afraid. After all, the little loli had seen big storms. This kind of scene was not enough to be unsuitable for children.

But,

What does the other party mean?

"Good stuff... don't eat?"

Half a face looked at the little loli with interest.

There was no blood on the corner of his mouth. In fact, no blood splattered out during the whole process.

The little loli raised her eyebrows. She was weak, especially in the past two years. Apart from having a little boyfriend who was good at fighting, plus a tongue, she had nothing else to offer.

But at this time, she didn't lack the necessary courage.

I dared to sell public assets cheaply when I first became a leader in the factory, hehe.

Picking up the arm,

Without hesitation,

Took a big bite directly.

Hiss...

There was no bloody smell, no feeling of nausea, but it melted in the mouth, fragrant, rich and silky.

The taste was similar to white chocolate, and a big bite was not greasy at all.

The woman looked like a human, but in reality, she was not human, nor did she have a purely fleshy body. You could even think of her as a kind of energy body with self-awareness.

Like a human-shaped Snickers;

Half a face continued to eat leisurely,

And said in a deep voice:

"Is it delicious?"

"Delicious."

The little loli had already bitten off more than half of the elbow, oh no, the arm in her hand.

"It's good that it's delicious... hehe... eat your fill... so you can be on your way..."

"..." Little loli.

"Don't be afraid... I'm not talking about you."

The little loli stared at half a face with wide eyes.

"I'm not... talking about me either."

…

"Ahhhhh!"

Attorney An stretched his back,

"The air is really fresh, comfortable, comfortable."

Beside him, Old Zhang Tou's eyes were red as he muttered:

"It's starting."

The Bodhisattva appeared. Even if it was only a wisp of Buddha's light that flashed above the hospital, this kind of aura and ostentation was enough to affect a very, very wide area.

Enough to make Attorney An and others in the hotel feel it.

Buddhism emphasizes "equality for all living beings."

The living beings here

Not only refers to living things, but also the dead.

Therefore, the appearance of the Bodhisattva, and the influence it brings, can also be felt by Attorney An. The peace of mind, the inner tranquility, tsk tsk, it really makes people feel comfortable.

However, compared to Attorney An's conscienceless stretching,

Old Zhang Tou's side seemed much more depressing.

The Bodhisattva had already "descended,"

Next,

It was probably going to be like Mars colliding with Earth.

To be honest, he didn't really care too much about the outcome of this duel at this moment. He had the intention of going further, and he also wanted to earn more blessings for the Old Zhang family, but if he had to use the life of his grandson as a bargaining chip, what was the point of him working so hard?

Attorney An was too lazy to continue comforting Old Zhang Tou. It was inappropriate to say anything at this time.

He just wanted to purely enjoy the peace of mind at this moment.

He was a very impetuous person, eager for quick success and instant benefits, and greedy for profit.

So, although the feeling at this moment was thanks to the light of the Bodhisattva, he still didn't want to waste it in the slightest.

"Mmm, shuuu-fu." (comfortable)

…

Mount Tai, in the center of Hell, had been vacant for quite some time. This was no longer a secret among the upper and middle echelons of Hell.

This couldn't be blamed on others; it could only be blamed on the Bodhisattva's routine being too regular for thousands of years.

When to water the flowers, when to worship Buddha, when you could roughly see a figure swaying on the top of Mount Tai from afar, it had become a fixed number for thousands of years.

The longer the routine was maintained, the greater the chain reaction caused when it was broken.

"Whirr, whirr, whirr..."

It also rains in Hell;

It's just that the rain in Hell is different from the rain in the Yang realm (the world of the living). The rain in the Yang realm is a manifestation of the water cycle, a factor of climate change. The rain here in the Yin realm (the underworld) is a phenomenon formed by the accumulation of resentment.

Of course, in the Yin realm, the existence of anything cannot be equated with the Yang realm. Except that its manifestation is very similar to the rain in the Yang realm, it does not have the effect of nourishing the earth.

And at this moment,

At the foot of Mount Tai,

It was raining heavily.

Dazhang Qiu (first of the Ten Attendants), wearing a red sweater, stood at the foot of the mountain. Beside him stood the second-ranked Attendant, and behind the two of them, someone was holding a large umbrella to shield them from the rain.

If you looked closely, you could find that the person holding the umbrella looked familiar. That's right, it was Feng Si.

When you get something, you often lose something because of it.

Feng Si once relied on his "good looks" to successfully jump ranks, which was indeed enviable, but at this moment, he could only stand here and hold an umbrella for the two true rulers of Hell.

Dazhang Qiu once joked that he wanted to create a separate official position for Feng Si, called the Umbrella-holding Secretary.

This was not humiliation. At least, countless people were really envious of Feng Si's glory and treatment at this time.

As for whether Feng Si himself felt happy and satisfied, it was unknown. In short, his face always wore a look of fear and trepidation.

"Brother, your clothes are quite unique."

As the saying goes, "Ten fingers are connected to the heart." The relationship between the Attendants was excellent, so they spoke very casually.

"Well, Little Jiu knitted it by hand. It wouldn't be appropriate not to wear it."

"No wonder, no wonder."

"Hehe, don't laugh. It will be your turn soon."

Dazhang Qiu reached out and gently tugged at the red sweater he was wearing. To be honest, their official uniforms were originally in darker colors, which could give people a soft and depressing feeling when worn.

Now, putting on a big red sweater that even the rural areas in the Yang realm don't wear anymore, it looked so out of place.

It's just that Dazhang Qiu was complaining on the surface, but he still liked the sweater in his heart.

"In my memory, it doesn't rain here on Mount Tai."

"After all, this is the Bodhisattva's Dharma field. With him here, those resentments are dissipated by the Buddha's light before they can get close. Since they can't gather, it's impossible for it to rain."

"Brother, but now, it's raining."

"I'm not blind."

"Is something going to happen?"

"Don't you all know it in your hearts?"

"We can't be sure. We little ones were late in developing intelligence. Since we were young, we only recognized you, Brother, plus a Bodhisattva."

"Heh, he just happened to be at the right time. Some people in the Yin Division (Hell) used to spread rumors that you brothers were all wolf cubs raised by the Bodhisattva.

In fact, it was just that he found us first. Raising is out of the question, and helping is also out of the question. It's just that he used a rope to put it around our necks and hold it in his hand.

If he felt the time hadn't come, he would tighten it; if he felt the time had come, he would loosen it a little, and then whip us."

"I only know that he seems to have always wanted to put a real immortal on the offering table."

Dazhang Qiu glanced at the second Attendant, smiled,

And said:

"But the things on the offering table are not meant to be worshipped for a long time. From the day they are sculpted, their final destiny is destined to be pushed down and smashed.

Most of the temples and ancient monasteries in the Yang realm cannot escape this fate.

In ancient times, the immortals arranged for the Yellow Emperor to ascend when his lifespan was exhausted, and be ranked among the immortals. Who knew that the temper of that human ruler was too violent, and he didn't put the immortals in his eyes at all.

Of course, what happened later also proved that he indeed had the qualifications to not put anyone in his eyes.

The Xuanyuan Sword fell with one strike, and since then, there have been no immortals in the world;

Before the Immortal King was beheaded and fell, his hands struggled and stretched towards the sky, letting out a final roar of unwillingness.

And we are actually transformed from the Immortal King's hands. The ten fingers contain the unwillingness and anger that belong to the immortals.

It is indeed right to be angry. They regarded the human world as their chessboard, arranging and manipulating various layouts, playing with it for countless years, and constantly drawing water from the human world for their own use.

But they didn't expect that a ruthless person would really appear in the human world and overthrow them all."

"At least they were the fingers of the Immortal King. Why do I feel that our brothers have such a humble origin when you say it, Brother?"

"Yeah, the Immortal King was beheaded by someone back then. After they were gone, we made a comeback, but we were beheaded again by the general under their command.

After that general was gone, we thought that the hard times were about to end, right?

As a result, that general suddenly reappeared and forced one of our brothers to commit suicide.

Hey, I think that our origin doesn't seem to have anything to brag about, right?

Instead, no matter how you calculate it, it's all suffering?"

"It seems, that's really the case."

"Oh my, let's just watch first."

"Brother, do you think the Bodhisattva can get through this time?"

"Hard to say."

"It can't be, right?"

"It's already starting to rain here on Mount Tai. There's really nothing that's impossible."

"Then what do we do?"

"What do you think?"

"If the Bodhisattva comes back, we will still be like an outer nephew; if he doesn't come back, to be honest, we brothers have long been thinking about tearing down that small temple and building a big palace."

Dazhang Qiu took a deep breath, feeling tired.

"What's wrong, Brother?"

"If the Bodhisattva doesn't come back."

Dazhang Qiu paused, licked his lips, his voice suddenly became a little hoarse, and continued:

"Then there will definitely be others who will come back."