The Emperor of Hell's Green Plum Pillow She Escaped Again

Shui Ru, the moment you disappeared from my arms and eyes, I felt it deeply:

What is retribution?

Your leaving me is the retribution for my plan to let Jiao Cheng go undercover beside Qi Chu - if I hadn't done that, would our and their endings be different?

It was me who harmed you. I harmed you with my own hands.

I shouldn't have been so persistent in finding you and keeping you in the name of love. Perhaps letting you live freely in this world is the best blessing for you to be reborn as a human being.

As the thunder and lightning continued between heaven and earth, the sun, moon and the sky were soon obscured by thick clouds that rolled in without warning. Thunder and lightning with a force powerful enough to split the sky and earth rose and fell one after another, quickly covering the entire country of Biluo in heavy rain.

The rain gradually moistened everything, seeping into the tiny gaps as numerous as the stars. The drops gathered into streams and eventually became the vast ocean, washing away the filth and evil in the world.

Since then, after a war between the human and underworld worlds that lasted for 6 days and 7 nights, the alliance between the Hades Emperor Muxian and the human world's Biluo government forces captured the rebel ghost army leader Qitian alive and killed the deputy leader Quanai, winning a complete victory. The "Huangquan Ji" history calls it the "Shi Po Mingtai" battle.

At the same time, at the Mengpotang pick-up point of the Local Government Departure Affairs Department.

Jing Churan was buttoning his shirt in front of the mirror in the bathroom of his office. He heard a knock on the door and answered:

"Don't worry, we still have one minute to go to work."

When Jing Churan walked out of the locker room, he saw Jiao Cheng sitting on the seat on the other side of his desk. He stood up and saluted when he appeared.

"Hey~! Lord Hei Wuchang, what wind brings you to my remote place?" Jing Churan teased in his usual exaggerated and naughty tone:

“Didn’t your family regain the hereditary title today?” He looked at the limited edition watch he had just put on today. “According to the schedule, the Hades Emperor should personally preside over your family’s hereditary ceremony to reward you for your contribution in this battle.”

Seeing Jiao Cheng's "you guessed everything" look, Jing Churan shrugged his shoulders, put away his joking expression, and sat down. "Just to liven up the atmosphere. You don't know how boring this position is." He gestured "please", "Okay, let's officially start~!"

Jiao Cheng slightly curved the corners of his lips, which was considered a smile, "I have submitted my resignation to the Dark Emperor, and he has agreed to let me change my work environment and transfer to assist you with your work here."

Jing Churan smiled faintly at Jiao Cheng who had placed the transfer order on his desk, "I'm afraid you came here for more than just the job application process."

Jiao Cheng did not hide it and nodded in acknowledgement:

"Yes, I also want a bowl of Meng Po soup."

Only Meng Po soup can relieve my memories that have lasted for thousands of years.

——In the name of the Lord of the Underworld, I order you, Jiaocheng, to go to Weidi/Fu to do something. I promise:

Regardless of success or failure, your Jiao family will regain the hereditary position of "Black Impermanence".

——Emperor of the Underworld! You want me to... lurk beside Qi Chu and plot against him? !

——I only ask you to ensure that his plan cannot be completed. As for how far you want to go, it all depends on you.

——Yes, Jiao Cheng will obey the order of the Underworld Fire!

Jing Churan clasped his hands in front of his chest, slightly bent his left leg and leaned against the bookshelf, staring at Jiao Cheng in silence. Half a minute later, he responded:

“What’s your favorite flavor?”

"lemon."

Jing Churan turned and walked to the refrigerated display cabinet, opened the door, took out a tube of lemon-yellow solution and handed it to Jiao Cheng, "It tastes like pure lemon, sweet and sour with a hint of bitterness, but you won't remember the taste after you drink it."

He waved his hand and walked out of the office. "Don't worry, if one tube doesn't work, just drink a few more. I have plenty."

Jing Churan leaned against the wall of the corridor, looking at the misty rain curtain in the distance. He took out a tube of azure solution from his suit pocket and drank it all.

Even if the quantity is so much that even I forget about it, it is enough.

On the third day of the heavy rain, there were still ignorant netizens or those who were trying to stir up trouble to gain traffic who continued to spread rumors of a doomsday flood in various communities, group chats, and apps on the Internet.

After hearing Jing Churan and Jiaocheng's request to report the news to him, Hei Huomian reluctantly let go of the hand that was clasped with the unconscious Bai Shuiru and went behind the screen.

Jing Churan handed over the tablet and reported:

"Underworld Emperor, I have issued your Underworld Fire Order:

Let Meng Po soup fall all over the world, so that all living beings, whether aware or unaware, will completely forget about this change. "

Hei Huomian looked at the tablet computer's real-time monitoring of "number of people who have forgotten", "degree of forgetfulness", "likelihood of re-remembering" and other data, and the percentages continued to rise. He turned his head and glanced out the panoramic floor-to-ceiling window. It was like an incredible heavy rain in the polar night. "Can it be guaranteed that everyone will forget forever?"

"With the help of Jiao Cheng, I have adjusted the formula to make this Meng Po soup rain extremely volatile. Even if you are not caught in the rain, just smelling it will completely wash away the memory of it," Jing Churan glanced at Jiao Cheng who was silently waiting for orders beside him, and solemnly continued:

“After testing, it has been 100 percent successful.”

In the human world, in an office.

Wan Che heard a knock on the door and turned around to see a soldier leading his sister Wan Lan into the house with her ID card pinned to her chest.

Wan Che hadn't seen his elder sister for two or three days. He came forward with a scruffy beard and a smile. "Sister, I didn't mean to not go home. It was the higher-ups and the Hades who asked me to monitor and handle the public opinion about the 'Dawn War' to prevent the people whose memories were not washed away by Meng Po Soup from spreading related comments."

"Some things are not yet time for the general public to know." Wanlan nodded and placed a cup of coffee, a box of pastries, and a delicate lunch box on the cabinet next to her younger brother. "Work is important, but you also need to take care of your health, eat on time, and try to sleep as much as possible."

The young man rubbed his eyes, stretched, and then hugged his sister to act coquettishly, and then quickly let go, "Sister, you are so nice! I am so sleepy!"

Wan Che opened the lid of the coffee cup and smelled a long-lost aroma of alcohol. He was stunned, "Irish coffee?"

Wanlan rubbed her younger brother's head lovingly, "You have grown up. You can drink in moderation at the right time. One day you will protect the people you love and want to protect!"

"Of course I'm protecting the weak!" Wan Che immediately stood up, puffed out his chest and asked his sister for praise, "I behaved like a man in this battle, didn't I?"

"I always thought you liked Irish coffee because you had a crush on a girl."

Wan Che blushed and hurriedly covered the cup with the lid, then stuffed it back into his sister's hand, "No! I was just..." He felt that a man in love is manly if he protects his lover.

"My Wan Che has grown up and become a man! He protected me and Miss Bai before. He helps the weak and upholds justice. He is a man!" Wan Lan gave her younger brother a thumbs up and then smiled meaningfully, "Sister understands. It's just the ignorant youth... I'll be there soon!" Wan Lan responded to the call on the intercom, patted her younger brother on the shoulder, and hurried back to the hospital to prepare lunch.

In the Battle of Dawn, countless people were killed and wounded. In addition to the medical staff who volunteered to go to the hospital to treat the wounded, many logistics personnel also volunteered. Wanlan, Shen Yiyi and Elaine were among them.

Wanlan, Shen Yiyi and Elaine applied to be transferred from the front-line logistics to the hospital. In addition to managing the three meals a day for the wounded and medical workers, they also made exquisite, small cakes in their spare time for the wounded children, depressed patients, and wounded soldiers and staff who were celebrating their birthdays.

On the fifth day of the rain, even those who stayed at home and relied on deliverymen to deliver food, drank bottled water, and used air conditioners began to forget the Mengpo soup through inhalation of evaporation.

Various doomsday theories and conspiracy theories about this rainstorm gradually disappeared; instead, people stood blankly in front of the windows and doors, looking at the heavy rain that had not stopped yet with a dull look as if they were in another world.

On this day, two hours before the local government officials started working, a convoy of vehicles escorting heavy-duty prisoners rushed to the local government's Departure Affairs Department.

The Underworld's Departure Affairs Department, commonly known as "Mengpo Village", is located beside the Naihe Bridge and is the department responsible for cleaning the memories of those who are about to be reincarnated.

Suddenly, a powerful engine sound came from a distance, raising a cloud of dust and blurring the already gloomy sky and earth.

The escort leader glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that it was a dark-colored motorcycle. He immediately notified the team members:

Be extremely alert and make sure not to lose the serious criminal who is mixed in with the three prisoner transport vehicles.

The motorcycle came at lightning speed from behind the convoy. When overtaking the convoy, the motorcyclist did not forget to turn his head and nodded to the driver of the lead vehicle as a greeting.

"That's not..." After seeing the other person's face clearly, the prisoner transport driver quickly glanced at the escort leader sitting in the passenger seat, "Am I seeing things?"

The escort leader was also surprised. "There are rumors that she died for love in the battle of 'Shi Po Ming Tai', and some say she went to a foreign country." After using a telescope to see the motorcyclist turn left after driving 2 or 3 kilometers and drive into the local government's departure affairs department, he continued:

"I never expected that she would come here?!"

The person in charge thought for a moment and nodded slowly, "But based on the rumors between her and that person before, it doesn't seem surprising that she came here."

An escort in the back seat listened to the conversation between the person in charge and the driver, subconsciously turned his head slowly to look at the serious criminal escorted by his car, and swallowed unconsciously, "T...head."

"Chatty Five, you're the only one who talks too much. What's the matter?"

The escort came closer to the driver's seat and asked in a low voice:

"So could this be...she planned ahead of time to kidnap the prisoner?"

The driver suddenly realized something when he heard this, his hands trembled and he turned the steering wheel slightly, causing the speeding prisoner van to sway. Fortunately, he was skilled in driving and quickly stabilized the car body and continued to drive steadily.

"Drive more steadily. If there is any mistake, we and our tribesmen will be in trouble. We will never be able to repent!"

The driver stared at the road ahead, glanced at the person in charge, and asked slowly, word by word:

"I say, it's really not like what Xiaowu said, she went to Mengpo Manor to wait for an opportunity to rescue the prisoners, right?"

The person in charge was also surprised when he heard this, and then shook his head in denial:

"...It's impossible. No, no, no, it's impossible! If there is such a possibility, do you think the Hades would not notice it? That's the Hades Muxian! How do you think he suppressed the rebellion of the one behind?" The person in charge raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the carriage with his thumb.

The driver finally breathed a sigh of relief and nodded repeatedly, "That's good, that's good."

The convoy slowed down and drove into the local government's Departure Affairs Department. The motorcyclist parked his motorbike in front of the office building with his long legs propped up on the ground, and stared at the approaching convoy in a cool manner.

The escort leader rolled down the window and looked at the short-haired young woman who had taken off her helmet. "Hei... uh, Jiao."

"Just call me 'Jiaocheng'." Jiaocheng took two steps forward and extended his hand generously to the other party.

"No, good morning, Deputy Jiao." The escort leader shook hands and quickly retracted his hand, looking around, and asked nervously:

"Um, where is Minister Jing? He should have received the news that we will be here today."

Jiao Cheng raised the work permit hanging on his chest and said, "Minister Jing will be on vacation from today. I will be the acting minister to receive you all."

"Thank you." The escort leader turned around and gave an order, then quickly glanced at his men, signaling everyone to be alert.

Five minutes later, Jiao Cheng, who had changed into work clothes, took over the handover list and compared and verified the transferred personnel and information:

Qitian, male, 80 years old...

80 years old. This man must be a god-level figure with great accomplishments. How did he fall to this point?

Jiao Cheng glanced at the man who was being shackled to the metal frame.

The man's head and limbs were fixed to the metal frame by magic leather belts, and the whole person was at a right angle to the ground. In order to facilitate the pouring of Meng Po soup later, a funnel was stuffed into his mouth; now the only part of his body that could move freely was a pair of sharp purple-black falcon eyes, which were fixed on him without blinking.

I seem to have seen this man somewhere before. Otherwise, why would he feel so familiar?

Have you seen it?

The escort leader saw Jiao Cheng's puzzled expression, his eyes focused on Qi Tian's face, and he couldn't help but get nervous again. He slowly put his right hand behind his back, pressed it on the handle of the wooden warehouse, and asked slowly:

"Acting Minister, is there any problem?"

Jiao Cheng came back to his senses, signed on the tablet to confirm, and handed it back to the other party, "OK, verified."

Jiao Cheng turned around and took out a test tube rack from the display freezer, placed it on the table near Qi Tian, ​​and took up the tubes one by one to introduce them:

"Whichever you like, just blink. These are the ten most popular flavors of Mengpo soup, including citrus, beer, chocolate, spicy, charcoal-grilled beef, tomato and potato chips, etc. Which one do you choose?"

The escort leader repeatedly glanced between Jiao Cheng and Qi Tian, ​​but realized that he could not interrupt at all. His hands on the wooden support tightened a little more, and he noticed that his palms were sweating slightly, so he hurriedly said:

"Just drink the Meng Po soup obediently. We don't have time for you to be picky."

Jiao Cheng felt inexplicably sympathetic, glanced at the escort leader, and advised:

"He doesn't seem to like these flavors. Minister Jing often reminds us to put the feelings of the wandering soul first. We still have a lot for him to choose from, so there's no rush."

"Yes, yes, you are right. Well, I'll trouble you~!"

"The duty lies."

Jiao Cheng picked up two test tube racks and placed them on the table. She pointed her long finger across the rows of test tube stoppers and stopped at a lemon yellow test tube stopper. She turned her head to look at the man whose whole body was imprisoned, and vaguely read the inexplicable guilt and unwilling excitement in his eyes.

Jiao Cheng tilted her head slightly, cutting off her line of sight with the man, and her gaze fell back on the tube of Meng Po soup that was pointed at by her left index finger.

"Then let's choose lemon flavor." Jiaocheng picked up the test tube and walked towards the man.

The escorts then opened the fixed lock of the metal frame that bound the man and adjusted the angle to make it easier for Jiao Cheng to pour Meng Po soup into the man's throat.

The cold glass tube touched the man's thin and smooth lips. That kind of gaze could deeply feel the soft and elastic touch of the lips, which instantly rushed into Jiaocheng's mind.

Jiao Cheng was stunned for a moment, and inexplicably met the man's deep eyes again. She pursed her lips and said in a gentle and comforting voice:

“Meng Po soup has been comprehensively improved. Not only is it not unpalatable, but it is sweet and sour and very refreshing.” As he spoke, he pulled out the cork and slowly poured the tube of lemon-yellow mucus into the funnel whose mouth had been forced open by a metal instrument.

It used to be my favorite flavor.

"Drink it, and you will forget all the unpleasant things." There was an inexplicable tenderness hidden in the plain tone, as if it could soothe all the pain of the past.

Do you really want me to forget? Including the real existence between us...

Jiao Cheng read the stubbornness and resistance in the man's eyes, and then he said:

"From another perspective, if you are worried about someone, maybe they also hope that you can let go of the past and move on to the next journey with ease."

Jiao Cheng covered his lips with his hands, and said in a low voice with a hint of mystery and playfulness:

"I'll tell you a secret. Reincarnation really does exist. Who knows, you might still have a chance to find him/her again."

The persistence in Qi Tian's eyes finally collapsed because of the clarity and ease in her eyes. His Adam's apple slid and he swallowed the sour-sweet Meng Po soup with sobs.

It will always be my favorite flavor.

Jiaocheng washed his hands, took a piece of Mala cake and a glass of sweet potato juice, leaned against the window and ate slowly, watching the convoy escorting the serious prisoner leave the Departure Affairs Department, gradually going farther and farther and disappearing on the horizon.

It’s okay if you can forget it.

It is said that he will be thrown into the Siyuan Abyss and imprisoned forever, never to be able to get out.

Although I have lost my freedom forever, it can still be considered a home.

"I often envy the jade carving man in the world, I should ask the heaven to give me a girl who makes pastry. The clear song is heard by the white teeth, the wind rises, the snow flies and the hot sea becomes cool.

After returning from a long journey, my face has become more pale, but when I smile, the fragrance of Lingnan plum blossoms still lingers on my face. When asked if Lingnan is not good, I said: This place where my heart is at peace is my hometown.

Wherever my heart is at peace, that is my hometown.

At the pass of Siyuan Mountain, Qi Tian, ​​whose limbs were bound and trapped in a cage, was pushed off the edge of the abyss by the escorts. He fell rapidly into the Siyuan, and slowly sank into the sticky, translucent, jelly-like rose-red substance in the abyss until he fell to the bottom of the abyss.

The bubbles Qi Tian exhaled slowly floated to the surface of the abyss, and after slowly exploding, a faint call from the bottom of his heart was dissipated:

Chengcheng, where you live is my hometown!