The three resentful spirits looked at each other, and they were speechless.

"It's just your parents, they're still crying, blaming you for being blinded by selfish desires. It's good that you are dead, but what about them, who will give them their old age...... Your bodies have been mixed together, regardless of you and me, in the vast world, the three of you are blended together because of this disaster, this is evil, but it is also fate...... Isn't it...... Simmer the pot! Look at me! Sambo shouted loudly.

The resentful spirit of the stewed pot floated forward two steps and stopped, he was a little timid.

"You hate everybody, but you know what, the one you should hate the most is yourself. There are always more good things than bad things in this world. You just walk with your head down, and you never see the sun. Do you think you can get rid of your hatred when you die...... But what is the difference between you are alive and now...... Don't lie to yourself, it's because of you...... You...... Hurt them......" San Bao scolded, pointing to the two slightly innocent resentful spirits next to him.

"Brother Tiger, let's finally get acquainted. You used to treat me, I don't blame you. It's true. What does that count compared to being alive...... In another place, be your big brother......" Sanbao paused and looked at the little brother next to Brother Hu, "We are also fated, don't follow the wrong person and choose the wrong path in the future......"

After Sanbao finished speaking, he quietly stared at the three resentful spirits, and at this time, he found that the pillar of light in front of him began to shrink, and if he looked closely, some fog floated upwards along the light, as if the air duct of the range hood was pulling the smoke out.

"I don't know what's on the other side of this pillar of light...... But it's better than being trapped in this hellish place, either you go, or you will be burned by the fire of my heart forever, and there will be no scum left. Until I die! Sambo urged again.

But something unexpected happened to him, the three resentful spirits knelt in front of him at the same time, kowtowed three times to Sanbao, and then straightened up. The gloomy and terrible fierce light in his eyes was gone, replaced by a look full of remorse and sorrow.

"San Bao, you are a good person, we are sorry for you." This time, the three voices turned into one tone, and there was calm and serenity in the voice.

"Alive, you don't know each other, and when you're gone, you owe each other. Go there...... Be a good brother...... Don't come back."

Sambo took two steps back, and watched them walk into the pillar of light, and saw the hand of the pot sticking out of the pillar of light at the end, like a branch sticking out of the thick fog. Seeing this, the Three Treasures also stretched out their hands, and when the two touched, they felt that the hands of the resentful spirits seemed to have a temperature, and a warm heat passed through their palms, and a group of spirits shining with blue light stayed in the palms of the Three Treasures, was this the last gift that these resentful spirits left to themselves.

While the Three Treasures were pondering, the final chorus of the three resentful spirits came slowly from the pillar of light: "We are ashamed of you, and we have nothing else now. We give you the only spirit we have left, and the same spirit will feel it and will no longer want to possess you. Maybe in that world, we can still meet. But now, goodbye...... Three Treasures"

And then they go up, up, up...... Disappear.

As the pillar of light gradually disappeared, the Three Treasures heard an earthly call behind him in a trance.

"Three Treasures...... Three Treasures ......"

The voice seemed to be the voice of the master, and Sambo turned around excitedly, and found that in the world of tribulation, the darkness and fog were gradually disappearing, and a bright door flashed in the distance, and the familiar voice came from where.

There were constantly figures swaying at the light gate, as if they were guiding themselves in the direction of leaving the robbery realm. Sanbao was overjoyed and hurriedly ran towards the door.

The front grew brighter and brighter, until it shook so much that he could barely open his eyes.

"Hey, wake up, wake up...... Quick Nurse ...... Nurse ......"

San Bao opened his eyes and found that his master, Cremation Liu, Curator Wu, Electrician Zhang, Da Chili, Ma Face, Brother Diao, Xiao Liu, Chen Fei, as well as the nurse and the excited doctor who were nervously testing San Bao's pulse breathing......

On the day of the first seven people in the stewed pot, Sanbao was finally discharged from the hospital, although his body was a little weak, but he finally came back from the death line. Along the way, everyone asked what the nonsense that Sambo had been saying these days meant. What are you living or dying, the old age is sent to the end, and the colleagues who are taking care of the harm are so frightened that they go to call the doctor for first aid.

Sambo just smiled and didn't speak, he knew that no one would believe this encounter, and maybe few people would know, let alone go to that world of resentment and resentment, but this feeling was so real that he couldn't forget it.

When night fell, everyone didn't even go home, as if they were waiting for something. With the help of his colleagues, Sam Bao went to the gate of the funeral home and found that Director Wu was facing a brazier burning paper money on the ground, with three incense sticks lit in it. Just when Sanbao and the others were puzzled. Curator Wu suddenly scolded.

"You three bastards...... I don't know what to do, it's him...... Yang Sanbao guarded a few of you bastards, picking up your corpses one by one, and no one was missing...... Bastard, if it weren't for him, you'd all be in the belly of the wild dogs...... You are not content, and you are not grateful...... I have a grudge in my heart, and I feel like you're coming to me...... If you are evil spirits, I am your Hades...... Bastard! …… If you dare to pestering the Three Jewels again...... I...... I will dig out your graves...... Take your ashes and feed them to the dogs, the fish, the pigs...... I'm going to crush you to ashes...... Remember me, he...... Your benefactor...... The farther you roll for me in the future, the better...... Bastard, do you hear me! Get out of here!! ”

"Bang Dang" may not feel that it is enough to relieve his anger, Curator Wu flew up and kicked the brazier high, burning yellow paper, black ashes, and red sparks flew in the night sky in the early winter evening, illuminating Curator Wu's angry black face, illuminating everyone's shocked and deformed expressions, and even brightening the heart of Sanbao's hopelessness.

Seeing Curator Wu scolding at the night, Sanbao's heart suddenly swelled with warmth, and Curator Wu's demeanor of dancing and scolding ghosts suddenly became cute.

Sambo smiled, but felt that his eyes were hot, and a stream of hot tears flowed down his eye sockets.

After everyone dispersed, Curator Wu came to Sanbao with a strong smell of Erguotou. He stuffed Sanbao with a heavy machine gun bullet casing, and said to Sanbao: "Don't worry, Sanbao, I scolded them, if there is anything in the future, they will also come to me, this kid in the stewed pot has nothing left, I only found this thing in his bed, this guy doesn't learn a little well, all day long these bluffing things, he has the ability to be reincarnated as a soldier in the next life...... Keep this and let him bless you with your safety. ”

This is the bullet casing of a heavy machine gun, I don't know where I picked it up from before I was born, yellow and clear color, two fingers high. The word "forbearance" is engraved on it, but when it arrived, the stewed pot did not hold back.

The bullet casings left behind by this stewed pot really helped Sambo when he was in trouble in the future, and even saved Sambo's life, but he couldn't find it again, but the relevant memories remained, especially the association between those corpses and mapo tofu.

Whenever Sambo sees the dish mapo tofu, he can't help but spit it out at any time before he can move his chopsticks.

Sam Bao later learned to comfort himself, and he would say to himself in his heart, "Look, this is mapo tofu, your favorite Sichuan dish." Tender, spicy, you see this crimson is chili oil, not blood. The white one is tofu, high in protein, not brains and corpses. This minced piece is a piece of meat, don't worry...... Let's eat...... Eat it......" and began to feel sick to my stomach again.

It took many years for Sambo to adapt to the rhythm of eating mapo tofu indifferently. It's just that...... For him, this dish has only a spicy taste, but he can no longer taste the spicy taste.

At this time, Sambo always asked himself whether he had lost his sense of the dish, or whether he had chosen to do so after going through too much suffering and death.

Intentional forgetting