Chapter 127 Interlude 2
There are some things that you cannot realize how complex and difficult they are unless you try them yourself. It wasn't until Chu Songjun came up with the idea of "rebuilding the underworld" that he realized how complicated reincarnation was. He relied on the desire factors released by the foreign gods in Xijing to directly reshape the underworld in one fell swoop. In the beginning, he avoided death with the help of Sister Mengpo, who understood his previous reincarnation. Then he barely continued his reincarnation, and had to be careful every time to avoid any major chaos.
Sister Mengpo’s value is still rising!
If it weren't for the fact that the underworld was backed by the territory provided by the "simulator", and the time inside did not flow with the time outside, Chu Songjun simply couldn't imagine how many difficulties and complexities there were, and how much time it would take for him to barely complete these tasks.
The more he learned, the more doubts Chu Songjun had about the "Simulator Underworld". The first and foremost was the issue of the cost of countless reincarnations, which was the so-called "merit". He believed that in his first life he was at most an ordinary, kind-hearted person. How did he accumulate such a huge amount of merit for his reincarnation in such a life?
He was really a little strange.
Moreover, ever since the underworld established the Merit Hall to collect and measure the merits of all the people in the world, it took him about a thousand years to complete the basics. But the more he did, the more he found that no matter how he calculated, there was no merit column for each "him". What was the reason?
Chu Songjun was very confused, but because the program was still running and only had this one BUG, he didn't care much about his merits anyway, and didn't want to overturn and start over, so he directly enabled the "Merit Calculation Mini Program" and didn't fix his own BUG, but this didn't mean that he wasn't curious.
It just so happened that Sister Mengpo came to have tea with him...
Chu Songjun was dealing with the documents while curiously asking, "Sister Mengpo, you know that I rebuilt the Merit Hall a few days ago, but strangely, I can't find my own Merit Pillar. Do you know why?"
Meng Po was looking at the documents in front of Chu Songjun with a toothache. She couldn't help but smile when she heard this. She said, "You will know this matter when you are supposed to know it, and you will not know it when you don't know it. You will understand it when the time comes."
She put down the teacup and asked with a smile, "Do you understand?"
“…”
"I understand." Chu Songjun responded helplessly.
The Riddler, right? He knows so much!
"It's good to understand," Meng Po nodded with satisfaction: "Now you just need to understand that your merits are endless. It was destined from the beginning, or it was destined from the moment you chose to start the simulation."
There was a hint of nostalgia and indescribable emotions in her eyes, and she paused.
"Your merit column is not in the Merit Hall, but somewhere else, where someone can see it."
“……” Chu Songjun had no choice but to nod.
Since Sister Mengpo didn't want to say more, he couldn't force her. She had existed for long enough, and she knew exactly what could and could not be said. They were in the same camp, and Sister Mengpo would not deceive him.
"Okay, be good, don't worry, just follow the path and keep going down." Sister Mengpo comforted.
She stayed here for a while.
Seeing that after a long period of training, Chu Songjun gradually became adept at these things, he couldn't help but think about leaving.
After all, Meng Po had just drunk a few sips of tea and eaten a few snacks here with the new King of Hell, when she saw the table in front of Chu Songjun getting piled higher and higher, and more and more underworld officials coming and going, as if there was no end. She finally couldn't stand leisurely drinking tea in this hell, so she chose to retreat immediately to prevent her conscience from being troubled.
She felt uncomfortable just looking at the huge workload.
Among the underworld's ghost messengers nowadays, most of the cases that need to be solved are handled by Chu Songjun himself, who died with his eyes open. A small part is taken over by some ghosts who have sincerely repented and are about to be reformed.
Chu Songjun said that as long as they could survive this period, he would immediately ask his connections in the human world to send down some useful ghosts. However, Meng Po looked at the workload and doubted how long this period would last. It shouldn't last forever, right? Anyway, the previous "King of Hell" and "Judge" were caught and sent to work, and Meng Po was also 007 for a while. Now it was almost time, and Meng Po could find an excuse to refuse, so why not run away quickly.
"Well... it should be time for restart soon. I'll go check the passage later to see if there's a new you." Meng Po said hurriedly.
"Yes! Okay! Sister Mengpo, take care!" Chu Songjun poked his head out from the pile of documents and said with a smile, "Come and have tea with me next time you are free!"
Meng Po nodded, breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and walked out.
When she was leaving, she happened to see the new trainee judge coming in with documents, his face covered with blood spots, and nodded at this guy.
Trainee judge Xie Jinghe also nodded politely to Meng Po.
Every King of Hell has his own judge. Although he himself is just an intern, mainly because he is not dead yet, Xie Jinghe believes that when he passes the internship period, he will be able to successfully become the judge of Chu Songjun!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh, his whole face filled with uncontrollable liveliness.
In this underworld, which is full of death in every aspect, such as life and working hours, he seems extremely out of place. The ghosts passing by can't help but look at him with different and strange eyes.
Even if they become ghosts, they will roar in a hoarse voice. How can there be ghosts who are being punished and atone for their sins, working, running errands part-time, and still be so happy in the underworld!
God Jin! We are all half-dead ghosts, why are you so full of energy? I feel like my spirit is being bullied!
However, Xie Jinghe didn't care at all. It would be better to say that he was just following Chu Songjun into the underworld, and the insignificant ghosts would not get his attention.
He handed the document over conscientiously and said reservedly, "Song Jun, this is the latest draft of the 526th edition of the reincarnation conditions in the underworld."
"Well... put it down." Chu Songjun said casually.
"Okay." Xie Jinghe's smile deepened, and he repeated, "This is the new document on the reincarnation conditions set by the underworld. You need to review it."
"?"
Chu Songjun slowly typed a question mark.
"Just leave it there! I'll take a look later."
"Please take it." Xie Jinghe insisted.
"..." Chu Songjun could see that Xie Jinghe would not give up unless he took it. He sighed helplessly, stretched out his hand to take it, and after thinking about it, he said, "Thank you for your hard work."
Xie Jinghe immediately perked up, and two blushes of excitement slowly appeared on his pale, blood-spotted face.
He subconsciously replied: "It's not hard!"
Chu Songjun said casually: "Sometimes you can take a break. You don't have to come here every time to deliver documents."
Forget it, considering that he sincerely repented and worked seriously under sentence, I really don't understand why he is so passionate and loves his work so much?
"Ah, it's nothing." Xie Jinghe said secretly, "It's mainly because I saw Chu Chenghong was too tired recently and he wanted to rest more, so I couldn't help but take it over. This document is expedited, mainly because I was worried and didn't want to delay you, so I sent it over."
Xie Jinghe pursed her lips and smiled, her expression showing a bit of cheerfulness and gentleness: "It's not a big deal, just a piece of cake."
“……” Chu Songjun was silent for a moment, his eyes gradually becoming indescribable.
By this “a piece of cake”, does it mean that it is very pleasant to screw over his brother Chu Chenghong, or does it mean that it is very easy to run all the way from the Judge's Pavilion to the Palace of Hell?
***
Wu You frowned as he watched the simulator refresh with a stutter.
The simulator was completely stuck before, and he almost felt devastated. Although he didn't have a very useful cheat code, he was still a cheat code after all! Even if the talent he was given was useless, he couldn't imagine how depressed he would be without it!
Fortunately, with his devout prayers, the simulator finally succeeded and survived safely, and Wu You breathed a sigh of relief.
But he didn't expect that when the simulator was stuck, he finally got to the 15-year-old simulation, but he died again at lightning speed.
Wu You was silent for a long time.
I have to admit that I didn't feel the slightest bit of surprise.
After all, after seeing how Xijing became the headquarters of ancient scientists, developing human-animal integration technology, and even achieving all kinds of miraculous successes, Wu You wouldn't be surprised at all about what weird things could come out of this simulation.
In this terrible hellish environment of Myanmar and Beijing, death or not is mostly just a matter of time.
Wu You looked at the talent that appeared, and the corner of his mouth twitched a little: "The Law of Sin Aggregation is really a very qualified description of the state. The people around Lao Wu this time are hard to describe."
Whether it's the fun-loving person who backstabs the family, the paranoid control freak, or the green tea yandere, they all make Wu You wonder if all the divine gold in Xijing has been encountered by Lao Wu. Lao Wu's life is really not easy!
He sighed, "Anyway, it's all over."
"But then again, where did that talkative little parrot go?" Wu You felt a little sorry because he loved that little parrot the most.
Although the parrot was transformed from a human, the person who created it on the simulator explained that he used heavenly thunder and other means to transfer the human soul to the parrot, creating this talkative parrot.
Isn’t it amazing, ancient technology!
In short, Wu You’s scientific views are shattered.
But what can he do? Can he run into the simulator and observe the production process on site?
"I quite like him, the little parrot named 'Great Compassionate Yuanshi Lingbao Pudu Zhenjun'." He muttered while staring at the simulator with regret: "Kakaka, you are really disappointing!"
***
Chu Songjun worked so hard that he finally reviewed the "Reincarnation Plan" sent by Xie Jinghe and gave his suggestions for revision again.
He let out a long sigh, picked up the cold tea beside him and drank it in one gulp. In the Yama Palace, ghosts were coming and going, in a quiet and orderly manner.
In this death-like silence, he was able to be lost in thought for a few moments.
Chu Songjun looked at the table full of documents, tilted his head and thought for a while, then unbuttoned his clothes.
His heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were sacrificed in exchange for something more important and profound, and as a result, Chu Songjun was left with only an empty shell.
So there should be nothing inside, and it should be as quiet as the King of Hell’s Palace at this moment.
But if there is a ghost who can get close despite the fear, he can step forward and listen carefully.
You can hear a heartbeat that beats like your breathing.
"Bang--"
"Bang--"
"Bang--"
Very light, very light, as light as a leaf falling on the flowing water.
Chu Songjun carefully tore open his skin, and there was a bit of hollow darkness inside. He looked inside with a gentle smile.
Inside his chest, where the heart should have been, there was a thumb-sized skeleton sleeping. The bones, made of white jade, emitted a lustrous light in the darkness, like the bright moonlight flowing.
He slept with his arms and legs spread out in the heart of the King of Hell, holding tightly in his arms a small parrot with red and green feathers. The parrot's bright feathers flew around and occasionally got stuck in the cracks between his bones, like colorful flowers blooming on his white bones.
After a while.
Chu Songjun's laughter was heard in the silent Hades Palace.
"Wake up soon."
"After all, gods and believers, as you said, are the best partnership!"
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