My name is Pei Qingbai, a man who fell off the bed and died in his thirties.
When I went to the underworld, the King of Hell asked me why I died. My memory before death flashed through my mind. The big mirror in the underworld was playing my final events. Everyone said that I died because I fell off the bed.
I put aside the real cause of my death and honestly said, "I fell off the bed and died."
The King of Hell seemed to be quite sympathetic to my situation. He flipped through the Book of Life and Death and then said to me, "Logically speaking, you shouldn't have died so early. It seems like you were wronged. Since you don't want to talk about it, I will start judging you."
The situation in this hell is completely different from what I knew before. Shouldn't the judge be responsible for judging the souls? Why is the King of Hell personally taking action now?
Could it be that the underworld is also short of people?
"The wronged soul, please tell us about your past life, all the good and bad things you did."
All the good and bad things?
I looked speechlessly at the notebook in his hand that recorded his life's deeds. It's all here, what else do I need to say?
Come on, he still holds my soul in his hand, so I have to say what I have to say.
I'll start from as far back as I can remember.
"When I was 5 years old, my brother almost fell into a well. I pulled him out and saved him from early death. Should this be considered a kindness?"
The King of Hell nodded and made a check mark on the book.
This is really a lot of work.
I continued, "When I was ten years old, I was so hungry that I stole two eggs from Aunt Zhang next door. She scolded me for a long time. Is this considered evil?"
I could tell that the King of Hell was speechless, but he still nodded and made a tick.
It turns out that a life record requires even these little things to be told, so how could I remember so much? But he said that I could tell him what I remembered, and he would tell me what he didn't remember.
I began to talk about all the trivial things that happened to me since I could remember, including helping others, stealing things, and secretly smoking and drinking.
Anyway, the person is gone, and talking about it can delay some time. Maybe after I finish talking so quickly, he will send me to reincarnate, and I don’t know what I will do in the next life.
At least I still look like a human being now.
"The year I married my wife, I lied to her. I told Xiangyun that I would treat her well for the rest of my life and never let her feel sad. But I broke my promise. I wasn't good to her. She must hate me, right?"
The King of Hell frowned and said, "You need to explain this in detail. There have been many things since you got married."
There are indeed a lot of things.
I began to recall and talk.
"The year I married my wife, I was afraid that my mother would treat us badly after we got married, so I secretly hid some of the dowry money my wife brought back. When my mother found out, she felt uncomfortable and always thought that my wife's family was cunning and sly, and they mocked my wife openly and secretly. They are also that kind of people."
"In fact, I didn't use the money for myself. After I had my own children, I would use the money to buy them food when they were hungry or greedy."
"To be honest, I feel really sorry for my eldest and third brothers. They probably wouldn't hide their own private money."
"But after thinking about it, I don't feel guilty anymore. My eldest brother is favored by my mother, and their family will never have to worry about not having enough food. The third brother and his wife are cheating and cheating, and the money they earn is not enough for them to eat. They deserve to starve."
The King of Hell interrupted me and said, "Just explain your own situation and don't engage in verbal disputes."
Okay? I'm telling you the truth, but I can't say anything anymore. People in the underworld are not allowed to speak freely, right?
I continued, "The first time I felt sorry for my wife was when my mother's porridge was too watery, so I bought them white flour buns to eat. He actually said that he felt sorry for the third child's child and that it was not good for us to eat together. He even wanted to secretly give some to their child. I couldn't control myself at the time and slapped my wife in the face."
"She can't even take care of herself, how can she care about others? I think there was nothing wrong with my slap. Only by letting her know that my patience is limited, she will not do these wrong things in the future."
After I finished speaking, I glanced at the King of Hell and saw that he just nodded and made a sign without saying anything else, so I continued speaking.
"As for beating my wife, I admit that I was wrong, but I did it to teach her a lesson, so it's understandable, right?"
"But I think I am a really good man in our family. I get full work points every day when I go to work, and I also help with some things at home to the best of my ability. At least I am much better than the third child in our family."
The King of Hell knocked on the table and said, "I told you to speak your own words. I will naturally judge whether it is good or not. Why are you dragging others down?"
I just came down and I'm not used to it yet. I was asked to speak so much at once that I didn't know what to say. I sorted out my thoughts and started talking again.
"Before the family split up, I always listened to my mother at home. This is filial piety and kindness. Am I right?"
"When the family was divided, my mother was harsh on me, but I never argued with her. This is still filial piety, right?"
"After the separation, I worked harder than before. If my wife and children wanted to eat laoganfan, they would eat laoganfan. I made sure they were well fed and fulfilled my responsibilities as the head of the family. This is also kindness."
"My mother is going to live in my house. How can I change her decision? I don't even have enough food to eat every day. How can I care about my love for children? It's the same for everyone. My wife is also responsible for not being able to control the money in the family. Why did my mother take it all back?"
"Plus, my wife made my mother unhappy that day, and I just protected her, but my mother said that I got married and forgot about her."
"How could I possibly admit it? I could only prove it to her. She asked me to kneel, how could I not kneel? I didn't expect that kneeling would directly break my legs."
"I eat little, have no strength to work, and my legs are broken, so I have to find another way out. The fourth son and his wife make so much money, and they took care of the eldest and the third sons, but not me. I asked my wife to find him, so am I wrong?"
"Obviously, the fourth son's wife was the one who approached my wife at first, but I rejected her once. How could she just ignore us? I think this is a good deed. After all, I am also considering the living expenses of my family. If I don't make money and don't have work points, how will my family eat?"
Thinking back now, I still feel very angry. When I asked my wife to go find my fourth brother's wife, she actually made excuses and said that we had refused them when they first approached us, so it would not be nice to go again now.
I don't know her. She is just afraid of losing face. What is there for a woman to be afraid of losing face?
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