ghost world

The floor tiles are like a vast night sky, full of stars, flickering and flickering.

The ivory white furniture is exquisite and atmospheric, bathed in the reflection of white light balls floating in the air.

Hippe was dazzled.From the moment he entered hell, his eyes were often not enough.

Murdochry waved.

Like a string of pearl necklaces, the white light balls flew to him one by one, lined up in a line, and connected to the front of the stairs.

The stairs light up slowly, it is as soft as the light of the morning mist.

"Please." Murdochry stepped forward.

Mammon said suddenly, "Wait."

Murdoch stopped and looked back at him respectfully.

"I think this friend needs an independent space." Mammon pointed to Xi Pei.

Hibbe looked at Metatron anxiously.He has not forgotten that behind this glitz is full of unknown dangers.

Metatron looked at Mammon suspiciously.

"We also need a little personal space." Mammon smiled slightly. "Please rest assured that although hell is never synonymous with benevolence, it is unquestionably hospitable. Literally."

Without a word, Murdoch turned and led Hibbe back.As an excellent bloodline steward, he knows when and what to do to best please his master.

Obviously, he got it right again this time.

Mamen personally took Metatron upstairs, "This is called a ladder, and it is the award-winning work of the most famous architectural design competition in hell. It is also awarded with the starry night floor tiles below."

Metatron laughed, "It sounds like a lot of thought went into it."

"The prize money for the contest is [-] gold coins."

"That's good motivation," Metatron said.

Mamen said: "Money is a simple and violent temptation. It makes people irresistible."

Metatron was noncommittal.

At the end of the stairs is a very spacious study.

The white light ball takes the center point of the ceiling of the study as the center and circles with a radius of ten meters.

Under the white light, it can be seen that the three walls are full of bookshelves.The titles on the shelves were written in Inferno, which Metatron could make out only a few words, despite their resemblance to Paradise.

"10 years of horror in hell?" he whispered.

Mammon spread her hands.

The book flew over automatically.

"It's a humor book." He handed it to him.

Metatron took it and turned to the first page.

It is still an extremely awkward-looking hell text.He guessed the meaning word by word, and then said softly: "The introduction is more like a love tragedy."

"A Goat Demon who has been secretly in love for 10 years without getting tired?" Mammon smiled. "They don't have such a long lifespan. The author lacks common sense."

Metatron said: "Maybe love will give people magical powers."

Mamen said: "Then I can only say that it is too weak for me."

Metatron turned and stuffed the book back in its place.

"If, I mean if," Mammon's posture was very leisurely, but her voice was slightly tense, "If I hug you from behind now, what will happen to you?"

"Calling molestation." As soon as Metatron's voice fell, Mammon's hands were already wrapped around her.

There is a faint, violet fragrance.

Mammon's face was pressed against his earlobe, and she said with a light smile, "Shout."

Metatron looked down at the hands that were restraining his waist, and instantly moved his body to the rocking chair in the middle, sat down slowly, and said with a smile, "If you go to report on your duties, I will wait for you here."

Mamen intentionally kept one hand hugging her waist, "I suddenly know what you look like behind your smile?"

Metatron said, "Maybe they will shout molestation."

Mammon smiled, and just as she was about to say something, her expression changed slightly.

The white light balls above the study suddenly fell one by one, fell around him, and rolled in all directions.

……

Does this mean that the visitor is not in a good mood?

Mammon smiled wryly.

"I hope this shabby room didn't misunderstand you about hell's hospitality." The soothing voice seemed to come from the sky.

Metatron sat on the rocking chair and said with a smile, "I'm flattered by your inquiry."

……

There was a long silence.

Both sides clearly intend to abandon this flashy dialogue.

"Long time no see." Lucifer first compromised.

Metatron's blue eyes flashed with nostalgia, "Long time no see."

These two sentences "long time no see" indeed collided too late, and the interval between them was more than ten thousand years.

Mammon felt a dull pain in her heart.Even with him right in front of him, the dull pain never went away.There is even a tendency to diffuse.The closer you get, the more you can't grasp it, the more you can't grasp it, the more disturbed you become...

It's a vicious circle.

If you look at it as a business, then, there is no doubt that this is a very risky business.Giving up may be the best way to save capital.

It's a pity that the benefits brought by this business are too great, tempting him to sink in step by step, unable to extricate himself from the quagmire.

"You finally left Noah's Ark." Lucifer seemed to be emotional.

Mamen's heart skipped a beat.Metatron stayed in Noah's Ark to recuperate because of the exhaustion of creating the human world.Although he had also wondered, why must it be Noah's Ark?But then the jihad broke out, he fell from the sky, and Metatron became a topic he couldn't reach, and he never touched it easily again.Now hearing Lucifer mention it, it seems that there is something else hidden?

Metatron said, "No, maybe I haven't left yet."

Mammon was at a loss.He can be sure that Metatron, who has been with him day and night these days, is real and definitely not a phantom.So what is it that he hasn't left...

heart?

Lucifer said: "Hell is good."

Mamen's heart tightened.Unexpectedly, Lucifer would propose the invitation in person, knowing that he would not be able to agree, but his heart still couldn't help but miss two beats.

"Habit is a terrible thing," said Metatron.

Lucifer said: "It's not bad to get rid of bad habits."

Metatron smiled and said nothing.

Lucifer changed the subject and said, "Is the Tenth Realm suitable for tourism?"

Mamen said: "If we can get the allocation of 50 billion gold coins, I guarantee that it will become a honeymoon holy place in two years' time."

Lucifer said: "All income goes to the public?"

Mamen thought for a while and said, "Fifty-fifty."

Lucifer said slowly: "It seems that there is some trouble in the Tenth Realm."

Mammon raised an eyebrow.

"Otherwise you wouldn't use this method to share the risk." Lucifer said clearly.

Mammon has no embarrassment of being exposed, "There is a new god in the tenth realm."

"God?" Lucifer asked slightly coldly.

Mammon tells the legend of Hipley's creation.

"Hipley, the angel of mercy." Lucifer's voice carried a hint of a smile, "In Michael's words, it's the one who always likes to walk around like 'you're all guilty and you're pitiful' The seraphim walking back."

Such an image was outlined in Mammon's mind——

Tears, protruding belly, horoscope...

He felt very grateful that he had not met such an angel.

Metatron said, "He's missing."

Lucifer said: "The Tenth Realm doesn't seem to be able to threaten his existence."

Metatron said: "We don't know enough about the Tenth Realm."

Mamen said: "We brought back the owner of the main city of the tenth realm."

Lucifer said: "Leave it to Abaddon."

Mamen said, "There is also a fruit of wisdom."

Lucifer said: "Give it to Beelzebub, he always has a way with food."

Mammon nodded.

Lucifer turned to Metatron and said, "Remember, the gates of hell are always open to you."

Metatron smiled.

The light receded slowly.

The white light ball floated up again.

Everything is back to normal.

Mammon took out a blanket from the cabinet on the bookshelf, and gently covered Metatron's body, "Go to sleep for a while. I'll go get you a glass of milk."

Metatron was stunned for a moment, and it was only after a moment that he remembered that drinking a glass of milk before going to bed was a habit he had had a long time ago, but since he went to Noah's Ark, he had subconsciously forgotten it.

He lay down slowly, and the rocking chair rocked back and forth rhythmically.

Mammon came back quickly, holding a glass of milk in her hand, and handed it to him.

Metatron lowered his eyes, looked at the milky white liquid in the cup, and said apologetically, "I haven't eaten for a long time."