These days, the eyes are full of the figure of the third master.

I only know his name "Qian Qinglong", but it is clear that this is just a name of the rivers and lakes, which means the Qinglong Protector of the General Private Gang. When he is captured in the Royal Prison, a new "Qian Qinglong" will appear on the ground.

When I asked people about him, they said they didn't know.

Nobody knows his past, no one knows his name, his thoughts.

He died like this, as if he had never existed.

The "Qian Qinglong" in the earthly world died, but a new "Qian Qinglong" was born; The "Three Masters" of the underground world have died, and a new "Three Masters" have been born.

But I know he existed, because I'm alive. He gave me His life, He became a part of me, He gave me the hope of life, He left the despair of death to Him.

He could have killed me, I didn't know him well, and I didn't give him any favors.

Why didn't he kill me? Why? Why? Why? If I were him, I would definitely kill me without hesitation.

What can I do now? Revenge on him? How can I beat the second master?

I decided to give up. The third master is dead, he died for me. If I suicidally avenge him, I guess he will be unhappy too!

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I'm starting to hate the Underworld because it's no different from the world above.

I used to think that such a harsh environment would eliminate all the irrational elements. After a brutal elimination, everything is just, even the unjust, which seems unreasonable, is reasonable and just. Even if it is violent, it is just as just.

On the contrary, it has become even more irrational and unjust. If the people of the earthly world come to the underworld, everything will be business as usual; If the people of the underworld come to the underworld, everything is the same as usual - they are the same kind of people, how can they be different?

When unjustified and unjust things remove all pretenses and tear up all fig leafs, all injustice becomes even more unjust.

Violence is even more unbearable, yet you have to endure it.

People are guilty of original sin because they are in the royal prison; But people are really innocent and powerless, because this is the Royal Prison.

The saddest thing in the world is nothing more than that.

Just like Sun Monkey, no matter how hard he tries, he can't escape the palm of the Buddha's hand, because this world was created by the Buddha.

The only way for Sun Monkey to escape from the Buddha's hand is for him to create a world for himself—a world where he can escape from the Buddha's hand.

But the monkey itself is a part of the Buddha's creation of the world, how can he pull his hair and lift himself up? The Buddha would never have created a world where Sun Monkey could escape!

I used to work so hard that I even thought about rebuilding a new civilization underground.

When people scold me, I think about this thing; When people laugh at me, that's what I think about; That's what I think about when people misunderstand me.

In the past, my principle of life was "to benefit oneself at the expense of others", but when I regarded myself as the master, when I regarded this as my belief, I only thought of "harming oneself and benefiting others".

I thought about making light bulbs, then growing plants, then raising animals, and so on.

I've thought about opening schools, building a perfect religion and system, and I've even thought about what I have to do to keep the underworld alive—like the Upper World's Senate, the Survival Ministry, the Second Survival Ministry, the Ideological Ministry, the Labor Ministry......

But I was disappointed.

You don't even have the materials, how do you create a new world?

How do you create a new world with materials from the old world?

It is said that on the ruins of the old world, a new peach blossom paradise will rise, but what rises from the ruins of the old world must be the same old world.

The more hopeful, the more disappointed, the more desperate it becomes.

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I became cynical and left everything behind.

The second master has already ordered the disbandment of the light bulb class and the manufacturing class - or maybe it was ordered by the boss, who knows! They're not a good thing anyway.

The damned ones are dead, and the damn ones are alive and kicking.

I sat in the hallway, staring at the light bulbs in a daze.

The rough and cloudy glass shell wraps the red filament, like the red lantern at home during the Chinese New Year.

……

When I was a child, my father always liked to hang red lanterns in front of our house.

I hate it.

I said, "Dad, why are you hanging this thing?" It's so expensive, and it's scary at night. ”

Dad said, "If everyone else's house hangs, so should our family." ”

I said, "There is no logical relationship here, why should other people's homes hang up, and ours should also hang them?" Then if our family doesn't hang, other people's homes won't hang either? ”

Dad was furious: "Shut up, what do children know!" ”

When I went out to pee at night, the red lantern was dangling at the door, like a ghost fire, and I was worried that a ghost would come to attack me when I peed.

And strangely enough, it seems that every year the New Year is windy—there is not a year in my memory that the New Year is not windy—red lanterns dangling in the doorway, black blurred shadows dangling on the ground, cold north winds whirring through the dry branches, and rotten leaves on the ground are swept into the low corners.

One year, the red lantern was blown off.

I searched for a long time in the morning, and finally found a few pieces of rags and bamboo strips, all of which were burned in half.

I looked at the broken lantern in the garbage heap and thought to myself, this bells and whistles thing is finally over.

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Now, I look at the bulb like a red lantern and suddenly understand why my dad hung the red lantern - because it was so cold and boring.

Without lanterns, our family is out of the house; With the lantern, our home is home.

It's like our underground world - it doesn't matter if there are light bulbs or not, but with them, we have hope; No, we're a dark royal prison.

One has to have hope, even if it's just a man-made illusion.

I rarely see people laughing in the underground world, and the third master is the only exception.

The former third master. The third master who laughed.

Suddenly, a light bulb flickered a few times, became extremely bright, almost blinding, and then went out instantly.

When this lamp went out, the rest of the lamps did the same, and the whole world fell into darkness.

In the dark, my eyes were full of the afterimage of a red light bulb – green.

I walked out.

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In the hallway is the "electric stove lamp", which is annoyingly hot.

People walked around the corner, and those people looked at me.

Someone said to me: "The third master is a good person! Warm-hearted people. It's a pity. ”

He died soon because there was always someone to snitch. His body was stuck in the roof with a spear, and his godless eyes were staring at the ground, thick blood dripping down the spear.

Someone said to me, "Second Master won't let anyone talk to you." ”

After he said this, he also died a few hours later, and the fate was the same.

Later, when everyone saw me, they turned around and ran away—it seems that the second master has given a new order: not to meet him.

I guess the second master is really afraid of the boss, because he always scolds me, and even puts his nose against my nose, but he doesn't dare to touch me, not even my clothes.

It seems that the boss must have said to him: If you dare to touch him, I will kill you with one punch.

And the second master's subordinates didn't dare to touch me, they were all far away. I guess the boss must have said this to the second master: Don't touch him, I don't care how he dies, as long as he dies, you have to die.

It seems that this boss is really powerful. With him as a backer, I'm not afraid of you!

In fact, if you throw away your conscience, it's not really a big deal. There are tens of thousands of people in the underworld, and I'm not too bad to live - actually, I'm the boss of the top few.

I'm very happy now, I don't have to do anything, I can do whatever I want.

I pounded the wall with a hammer, and it was the sound of clanging.

I knocked on the iron door with a hammer, and it was a clanging sound.

The sound of my hammer striking the electric stove, the clattering sound, it was the sound of fire.

I was running like crazy in the hallway, snapping.

I walked around, on the second floor, on the first floor.

But wherever I went, the people ran away as if they had seen a plague god.

When I saw Li Youfu, he looked at him in horror.

I walked away stupidly.

I saw Zhang Tiegang, who was also panicked and motioned to the guards on the side.

I walked away angrily.

This is my life of nothingness.

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I walked depressedly on the second basement floor, in the dark and uncertain corridors, dragging and dragging step by step, like a walking corpse.

Suddenly, a woman came running up in terror, and she grabbed my hand. She is the second master's woman, I have seen her before, and I don't know how many rooms she is. What does she mean by that? Blame me? Lie to me? Or are you trying to seduce me? Or is it an insult to me?

She said in a trembling voice: "Something happened to Zhang Ami!" ”

I smiled, "What could happen to her?" ”

Her hands trembled, and I was a little nervous; Her palms were sweating, which made me even more irritable.

She finally said, "She's going to die!" Go check it out! She won't let me tell you, but she's always mentioned you before. I think she deserves to meet you. ”