A year later.

Infernal Hell.

In the depths of the barren mountains, a slowly flowing black river floats with a lot of debris, drifting with the waves, ups and downs.

"Poof, poof!"

I lay on a large rock rooted in the mud of the river, puffing out my mouth and blowing on the surface of the river.

A large stump of a swelling human leg that had been floating towards me spun around and swayed away in the direction of the other side of the river.

"Whew~"

Over there, too, there was a black shadow, draped in a heavy turf blanket, blowing the "garbage" that floated past back to me.

"Puff~~"

I blew my eyes with gold stars, and simply stood up, pointing to the shadows on the other side of the river and shouting angrily.

"Hey, you're enough! I have to salvage so much 'garbage', when do I have to catch it!"

Whew~~~

The guy on the other side was provoking me with his neck sticking out.

I've encountered it since I was imprisoned in Infernal Hell a year ago.

In fact, it can't be called an encounter, when I was full of worries, wandering aimlessly in hell, somehow I walked to the river, and saw a black, large shadow on the opposite bank, covered with heavy weeds and dead branches, stretching out a long dead branch to salvage the 'garbage' floating on the river.

At first I didn't understand what he was doing.

Because the endless hell is full of sinful ghosts, and the sins they committed before death will be reincarnated over and over again in self-hallucinations forever, so none of the ghosts that can be seen can behave normally and understandably.

But......

The only difference is the dark shadow on the other side of the river, as if it is a conscious guy.

Over time, I could see him coming over on time to catch the 'garbage' by the river every day, but there were too many floating debris on the river, so I wanted to help.

The river is wide, has no source, and has no end in sight.

I don't know where the garbage comes from or where it's going, but in the past year, I've seen stinky fish and shrimp, rotten wooden boxes, human limbs, critters that can't be identified, ugly, bloody, bizarre, everything you can think of, anything you can't think of, all of them can float across the river.

Strictly speaking, this black river is dirtier and filthy than the stinky ditches of the present world!

By the way, after this year's 'acquaintance', I probably know that the guy on the other side of the river is either a wolf or a dog, and he is about some kind of demon beast from another world who is imprisoned here, with a withdrawn personality, and he likes to compete with me!

Boom!

The sound of a hard object touching the riverbank brought back my thoughts.

I looked down and looked, tsk!

Whew~~~

The guy on the other side, gloating!

This is my 619th year in the underworld, and it is also my loneliest year, there is no Lao Cui, no Yan Jun, no Meng Po, no little black and white pair of good-looking nephews, no little day and night that cry at every turn, and no ...... Ye Dingxi.

Is he good?

This question, I have asked countless times in my heart, but there is never a voice to answer, the position of the ghost heart, now I always feel empty, every time I think of Ye Dingxi, it is like being pulled by something at the tip of my heart, it hurts!

In order not to let myself sink too much into this kind of pain, arguing with the guy who is either a wolf or a dog every day has become my greatest pastime.

Crash!

I salvaged the thick thigh and threw it into a dug pit by the river, throwing the severed limb into it, splashing a string of black droplets.

In the pit, there are a lot of broken wooden planks, rotten fruits and rotten clothes soaked in blurred colors, exuding a strange and disgusting fishy smell, all of which are the 'harvest' of today's hard work.

When I saw that the pit was filled, I threw aside the salvage tools, patted the plaster on my hands, and shouted at the other side: "You can fish for yourself, I'll go!"

Oh~~

The guy on the other side responded.

Three days of salvage, two days of digging pits, and two days off, this is what I learned from observing that guy, this pattern has never been broken in a year, probably an obsessive-compulsive disorder.

I muttered as I walked down the hill without looking back.

About a quarter of an hour later, I came to the bottom of the hill, in front of a boxy house that looked like a concrete coffin stuck vertically in the dirt.

"Woo~~ I don't want to peel anymore...... Woo~~ It's so painful, let me go......"

That's right, the one in it is Liang Wenjie.

In the past year, in addition to salvaging 'garbage' with the black shadows on the other side of the river, I have come to chat with Liang Wenjie.

At first, he was peeling and throwing up in the corner of the basement, and I was so disgusted to see that I didn't want to say anything even when I was standing far away.

But the more time passed, the more lonely I became, and I went around in the Infernal Hell, but I still came back here.

After watching it for a long time, it seems that he can get used to it, he spits on him, I say mine, the long and boring days can probably pass a little faster.

"You say, there are so many strange people in your world, they should have some skills, right? If a cat is injured, it can probably be rescued, right?"

I muttered as I leaned against the gray concrete wall.

Vomit~

On the other side, a retching cry echoed.

I sighed and continued to talk to myself: "Hey, the ghosts locked up in the Infernal Hell are unconscious, so you can still cry and say a few complete words, although this vomiting is very disgusting, but if you don't come here, then I can only sit by the river and wait for that black big guy, but I don't want him to know that I am waiting for him to pick up the garbage, do you say it's very tangled......"

"Gott~"

"I miss the old days, when Ye Dingxi was still a cat, and he was tired of being with me all day long, but I prefer him to be a human, after all, I covet beauty......"

"Gott~"

"You said that the princes of the ancient Zhou Youwang Beacon Fire Opera, is it because Bao Xi is also as beautiful as Ye Dingxi? But I have seen many beautiful men and women in the past few hundred years since I entered the underworld, and I don't think anyone can be better looking than him......"

"Gott~"

I sat up, looking at me with some disgust.

"Couldn't you still say a few words yesterday? Why can't you open your mouth today?"

"Auntie...... Vomit ~ Aunt ......"

Liang Wenjie looked at me with blood-red eyes, tears and snot crawling all over his face, and his almost plucked hair revealed a bloodstained scalp, which were all wounds scratched by himself when he couldn't bear the torture, and after a long time, he also left deep and shallow traces.

If you want me to say, when Old Man Luo came here to ask for something last year, he must have done something.