Fearless

"Hey, Meng Huaiyu, have you finished the table of contents to be transcribed today?" A middle-aged man shouted loudly outside a remote and dilapidated small courtyard in the Palace of the Underworld, where the sun never shines.

"Immediately," compared to his rough voice, the young man inside just slightly raised his voice, his expression didn't change a bit, he finished the last word written by his pen indifferently, and then straightened the eyes in front of him. A stack of papers, I took this stack of papers out, and handed it to the man outside, "Here you are, it's done."

"Yeah." The man checked it out, and then raised his head to say something to the young man - only to find that the other party turned around and walked back without shame. A row of black lines hung on the middle-aged man's usual forehead. He still asked loudly, "I said, Meng Huaiyu, why are you leaving in such a hurry! There is no ghost chasing you! I want to ask you! Are your injuries healed?!"

Hearing his question, the young man stopped, turned around slightly, and nodded to him with gratitude, "It's much better, nothing happened. Thank you for your concern." After saying this, he said He continued to turn around and returned to the house, closing the door behind him.

"..." The middle-aged man was also used to his attitude, and he didn't express any displeasure. He turned around and left after touching his nose, but he was still a little bit embarrassed.

This young man named Meng Huaiyu was handed over to him a week ago.

At that time, this man was covered with scars, and there was no good place on his body. His eyes were poisonous, and he immediately saw that this was a cruel punishment in the Palace of the King of Hades—cutting. I heard that the pain was no less than cutting out the heart. I don't know what kind of big mistake this man made to suffer such a punishment that even a ghost can't bear.But if this man is an ordinary person, it is not true according to what the ghost said. According to the ghost, this man is going to stay here forever, and he will never have the chance to be reincarnated. here.

This is not blissful eternal life, but endless torment.

So after knowing this from the beginning, he felt a little bit of sympathy. After all, this kid is considered unlucky. Forever is not just for fun.But I didn't expect that after the boy woke up, he didn't care about these things. He rested on the bed for a few days, and insisted on working after seeing that the external injuries on his body healed. Rest, but this man named Meng Huaiyu doesn't appreciate it, he insists on finding something to do. The man saw that he couldn't help it, so I assigned him some work, but every time this man named Meng Huaiyu was able to make no mistakes at all Now the man is slowly relieved.

It's just that this boy named Meng Huaiyu is too withdrawn. Although this is the Palace of the King of Hades, they still communicate with each other on weekdays, chatting and talking, after all, eternity is really too long and too boring.It's just that this man named Meng Huaiyu seldom spoke from the beginning, and he basically didn't speak except for necessary words on weekdays. It seemed that he was extremely closed. At first, the man was worried, thinking whether he should enlighten him, but then he looked at Meng Huaiyu's attitude Too resolute, so I didn't say anything, everyone has their own choice, he can't help much.

Meng Huaiyu turned around and walked into the room, the wound on her body still hurting faintly.

After all, it is not so easy to heal, the flesh and blood are cut off piece by piece, and then heal slowly.Even though he is almost better now, once he thinks about it, that kind of deep pain will still make his body tremble slightly in conditioned reflex.

It is estimated that it will not get better in a short time...Meng Huaiyu sighed, entered the room, tidied up the catalog on his hand, with a calm and calm expression.

It's already the second month here, one day in the world, one year in the Palace of Hades.For Lin Yanzhi, he may have only been away for a few hours.I don't know what's going on with him now... He should have gone back in good condition, and the society might make a lot of reports. After all, Liang Cheng died and Lin Yanzhi escaped... They are all big shots.

Meng Huaiyu looked down at the catalog in her hand.His current job is very simple, that is, to copy down and sort out the names of the people who are to be interrogated by the Palace of the Underworld every day, and then the middle-aged man will hand it over to the officer of the Palace of the Underworld, and then conduct the interrogation.Speaking of which, the underworld boss of his generation has actually fallen to this point, which is quite funny when you think about it.

But unlike Meng Huaiyu who thought that he would be irritable before, Meng Huaiyu found out half amused and half helpless that he was quite adapted to the current life, doing the same thing every day, thinking about what Lin Yanzhi was doing, thinking about what they were doing before When we were together, I thought about what Lin Yanzhi had said to me, and then I looked forward to it, hoping that one day when I transcribed the list, I could see Lin Yanzhi's name, and then write it down carefully stroke by stroke.

Lin Yanzhi may miss him very much in this life, and may never get married because of him, but there is more than one life, and there are many, many lives. Lin Yanzhi remembers him and loves him in this life, and he will be in the next life. Without him.

In the next life, Lin Yanzhi will meet another person, have a deep love for that person, and grow old together.

Meng Huaiyu raised her head slightly, blinked, and forced the moisture out of her eyes.I don't understand what's wrong with me.

In fact, in the final analysis, he is also selfish. Meng Huaiyu sat down, quietly opened a thick directory and copied it, with a serene expression like an old man in his twilight.In fact, when those two people took him with him that day, he had a chance to ask, if they could erase Lin Yanzhi's memory about him.

Although he didn't know if it was feasible, he could try it.But he himself is unwilling to do so.

He couldn't bear Lin Yanzhi to forget him.

The most indispensable thing in the Palace of the King of Hades is time. Once it passes, it will be a hundred years.

Meng Huaiyu's 900th year in the Palace of Hades.

In the tidy and clean small yard, a young man was standing under a tree, looking at the gray sky.The sky in the palace of Hades will always be like this, it is the resentment left by the soul, even if it is eliminated, it will still leave traces.

I really don’t know how the trees grow under such circumstances...Meng Huaiyu shrugged, turned his head and entered the house. After all, 900 years have passed, and he has also been promoted. He became the boss of the middle-aged man at the time.

Oh, but sadly...that middle-aged man is no longer here.Of course, as a ghost, there is no such thing as death, he is simply... reincarnated after consummating his merits and virtues.

Thinking about it this way makes it even sadder.Meng Huaiyu draws in peace of mind in the room - yes, it is too boring in the Palace of the King of Hell, in order to have some fun for himself, he learned to draw, and it is still difficult to sketch.Although there is no one to guide him, he is already very good at drawing now. Anyway, he only draws one kind of figure painting - Meng Huaiyu looks at the figure he slowly daubed with a pencil - the familiar thin figure, that is Lin Yanzhi.

In the 900th year of the Palace of Kings of Hell, many of Meng Huaiyu's memories are inevitably fading. Even though he tried his best to think about it and record it with a pen, there is no way. No feeling - but even so, he still loves Lin Yanzhi very much.He couldn't explain why, but he just felt that he loved this person very much.

But I can't even remember his appearance. In order to slow down the loss of memory, Meng Huaiyu started to draw, drew a lot of Lin Yanzhi, and posted many portraits of Lin Yanzhi in the room. Now that he sees this person, Although I just feel a little familiar, I still know my feelings for this person.

After drawing the picture in her hand, Meng Huaiyu propped her chin and sighed boredly. Today is still a very boring day, sad.

At this moment, a voice came from outside, "Meng Huaiyu! Is Meng Huaiyu here!"

"Huh?" Recognizing that it was his boss's voice, Meng Huaiyu stood up, opened the door and walked out, feeling strange that he had already handed in today's report...His relationship with this boss was also very weak. There is not much communication here, even though the boss is very good to him, he has no communication, why come to him now?But he still responded, "Here! Come out right away!"

The man standing outside the door in the small courtyard saw him coming out, and showed him a gentle smile on his plain and handsome face, "Meng Huaiyu, I have some good news for you."

"Good news?" Meng Huaiyu walked across from him and smiled, "What good news? Could it be that I got promoted again?" The good news he could think of was promotion, although for a person like him who would never be reincarnated in his life It's useless to say.

The man looked at him helplessly, "If you want to be promoted, you can, just tell the higher ups that no one will stop you from being promoted. You look like Saburo is working hard every day, and you are the most diligent in the entire Hades Palace." Seeing Meng Huaiyu, it doesn't matter Smiling, he didn't mention it anymore, and instead showed a brighter smile, "The good news I tell you is that you can return to the human world."

So he saw the man who had always been heartless and calm until death stood there for a full 3 minutes.

"...What?" Meng Huaiyu was really confused this time, "No, boss, you didn't lie to me, did you? I can go back to the world? Why? Reincarnated? No, didn't you say you wouldn't let me go back? Is it..." Meng Huaiyu didn't feel surprised when he heard the news for the first time, but felt that it was ridiculous, too unreal, too fake, how could he go back?How can I go back?He has already made plans to stay in the Palace of the King of Hades forever.

The author has something to say: the full text will be finished tomorrow!At that time, I will write a long closing speech orz, and then I will continue to write a side story w. It happens that tomorrow is the birthday of the lunar calendar, which is very commemorative ww

PS: At present, the sweet life in the future is tentatively decided to see if there is any inspiration to decide how much to write. No one has ordered other fantasies, so feel free to order fantasies qwq because I really don’t know what to write...qwq