[Comprehensive] Yes, this is a university

"Soak the brainstem in clean water, and peel off the red tendons when they float. Then drain the water and set aside for later use."

"Prepare a wolfberry, two spoons of miso sauce, three slices of ginger, one blackened rock, five hairy spiders, 300ml of frog juice, 1 drop of corpse oil, 2g of snail shell fragments..."

"Pour in cold water, preferably covering the three fingers of the brain, then boil on high heat, add seasoning, and cook on low heat for about two and a half hours."

The huge earthen pot was steaming, and the boiling foam floated to the surface, bringing a strange aroma.The long-handled soup spoon stirs it regularly, pulling up thin and slender transparent threads from time to time, which has the texture of hyaluronic acid.Gray-black turbid indistinct ultramarines, three-five wolfberries floating, and tide-like moisture rushing towards the face, somewhat salty, like seaweed.

The light above the head shone on the sliding door, and the young man named Ghost Lamp slightly lowered his head and half-closed his eyes.Although the long and narrow eye tails are raised, they don't have any sense of masculine charm. Instead, they make him look extraordinarily ferocious, which suits the environment well.

He was slowly stirring the liquid in the cauldron, his side face was exquisite like a textbook, coupled with his always expressionless demeanor, it might make people feel that he was difficult to get along with.

Speaking of which, the tip of this guy's ear bones is also long and pointed. Could it be that all people who come to hell will become like this?Thinking of this, I reached out and touched my ears, which had the same purpose as the previous action to confirm that there were no horns on the top of my head.

"You don't have the sign of the ghost clan." He said without raising his head.

"……Oh."

I obediently lowered my arms, and turned my gaze back into the cauldron, watching the ingredients in it tumbling.

"Do you know the Hell of the Congregation?"

"Is it one of the eight hot hells?" After paying attention along the way, I also had a certain understanding of the general layout of the hell, and after a short thought, I came to the conclusion, "The place where those who commit adultery are punished, female jailers lure the dead to climb Needle Mountain, push it down after reaching the top, and use it as a punishment.”

"Eh--"

The young man let out a meaningless exclamation, but he still had that calm expression: "Your memory is quite good."

"...Are you really complimenting me? I always find it ironic, especially when I just explained that I lost my memory not long ago."

"I am sincerely praising you. As a new intern who just arrived in hell, you have done a good job." He meant something, his tone was sincere, and the whole sentence was said in the most polite way Out, rigorous and not offensive.

This is a smooth superior who knows the art of language well.

I always feel that something is wrong, but I can't explain why.So he sat on the small bench in a half dazed and half dazed way, put on the snapdragon cotton mop kindly provided by the superior person with facial paralysis on his bare feet, and began to look around idly.

This room is messy, messy, very messy.

There are piles of books everywhere, but it can also be said that he is well-read and at least has a high level of education.But there are many unintelligible things mixed between the tables, such as inexplicable statues, several bottles of colorful powder, pots for pounding medicine, wine jars, small stones, and dead insects that I don’t know where to get. of unknown objects.The last thing left is the bundled paperwork.

Civil servants, and basically deal with legal provisions and formulate plans and regulations, do not rule out public positions such as assistants, and the most likely leader is the leader.

But... just relying on this childish behavior that seems to be a collection of children, it is possible to infer the age of the other party. According to human calculations, it is estimated that he has just reached adulthood.

I glanced at the row of snapdragon-shaped gifts in front of the desk, a drop of sweat dripped from the top of my hair, I twitched the corners of my mouth slightly, and looked away—ah, there is a dried snapdragon in the small pot next to it, and its death is miserable , It's like dying unjustly after being tortured.

So he really likes snapdragons... No, it's not so much that he likes snapdragons, it's better to say that he likes to study this self-cultivated species, almost like a mad scientist.

"Because it's cute."

"..."

He glanced at me and kindly added a few words: "Snapdragon grass."

Nonsense, of course I know it's snapdragon -- don't you think how scary it is for a deep baritone to say such a sentence in a weird dead house tone, wow, help, I haven't been able to look straight for a while [cute] The word is gone.

Ghost Lantern seemed to want to say something, but he moved his lips, but he just turned his head and looked at the aggrieved posture I was sitting on the small bench, and continued to cook the strange soup without saying a word.

...Hell, it feels like I'm waiting to be scalded, peeled and washed, and thrown into the pot for cooking.

Rubbing my arms, I hugged my arms tightly and shook them twice. By the way, I put my feet on the horizontal bar at the bottom of the small bench, trying to shrink into a ball to reduce the sense of existence.Immediately, the other party gave even more strange eyes. After the long stare ended, I had to interrupt this creepy scene: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing. I just think that you are probably very suitable to represent the image ambassador of Snapdragon."

... Enough is enough, you are like a snapdragon, and your whole family is like a snapdragon.

"This kind of persona who is cute on the surface and rebellious on the inside seems to be very popular now, well, I don't really hate it."

"...I'm sorry for my apology, please forgive my rudeness." This guy definitely has mind reading skills, damn it, why do you feel that this setting is inexplicably familiar, could it be that I was also a 666 boss before I was alive?

—That's because one of the culprits who caused your death was a mind-reading psychic.

The idea of ​​extinguishing the flame under the crock pot without changing the expression of the ghost lamp just flashed through my mind, and soon disappeared.He clicked his tongue in displeasure, and kept moving his hands, skillfully and quickly filling a bowl of the so-called [Brain Miso Soup].

"For me?"

"Yes, please taste it, I'm a little confident in it."

"Oh."

I didn't notice anything strange, so I nodded and took the bowl calmly.Suddenly remembering that he was already dead, he paused for a moment with the extended wrist: "Speaking of which, can the dead still eat?"

"of course can."

This time the action of fetching things was completely smooth, and after simply adjusting my sitting posture, I picked up the bowl and brought it to my mouth and took a sip: "... how should I describe it, it tastes like seafood soup and udon noodles, very novel .”

An interested voice rang in my ear, "What else?"

"What else?" I frowned and thought for a while, "This sticky feeling should be filled with flour, but I don't know what that crunchy and rustling thing is."

"It's a cicada."

"So that's how it is, really creative." It was the first time I saw someone cooking soup like this. Although I had long forgotten other people's finished products, this kind of surprising and fresh feeling must be my first experience.

Well, he is really a cooking genius.

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"Why are you wearing slippers?" The smiling woman supported her long blue curly hair with one hand, and put her other hand lightly on my shoulder, with gentle eyes.

Letting the other party put his shoulders lightly, I glanced at the black-haired ghost beside me who seemed to have nothing to do with me out of the corner of my eye, and struggled with my words: "Because I didn't wear anything on my feet when I first arrived..."

The smile on the woman's face deepened, and her voice sounded like a twirling day, instantly translating all the shade into sunshine, dripping down like pearls and jade.

"It's so cute."

"..."

I held my breath for a few seconds, then squatted down slowly, and put the back of my hand against my face—unsurprisingly, it was hot.

"Axiang serves as the chief assistant of Zhonghe Hell. She is an excellent jailer worthy of respect. Thanks to her, more and more female jailers are willing to work in Zhonghe Hell."

"Very, nice to meet you." I touched the base of my hot ears, and quietly raised my eyes from the gap in the hair, just in time to bump into her bright pupils mixed with a smile.

Looking at the black-haired girl who quickly buried her head silently like a small animal, Ah Xiang covered her lips and chuckled, and thoughtfully turned sideways to talk to the ghost lamp: "Is this the child?"

"Ah, yes."

"It's completely different from what I imagined. Are you going to take her there now?"

"Okay, that should start now."

I was a little confused when I heard it, and somehow I was dragged with them to the Hell of Zhonghe. On the way, I even passed through the Flower Street and the tavern. I was very curious to see the life of the people in Hell for the first time.

So I carefully tugged Ah Xiang's sleeve, and she stopped immediately, turned her head and looked at me with the two pink snakes on her back: "What's wrong, Baili Jiang?"

"Axiang... sister?"

"Ah, it's okay to call it that way."

"Where are we going now?"

"Well, does Baili Jiang know which small hells the Zhonghe Hell is divided into?"

"Well...there are places where there are a lot of afflictions, where there are cuts, where pulses are cut off, where evil views are, where there are lumps, where there is a lot of suffering, where suffering is endured, where Zhu Zhuzhu Zhu Zhu, He He Xi, where tears come from, and where all the roots come from. The place of extinction, the place of suffering without the other side, the place of Botuma, the place of Big Botuma, the place of the fire urn, and the place of the end of the iron fire." I silently recited all the names with my fingers.

"Correct." The woman smiled softly, then walked forward again, motioning for me to follow, "We are going to the place of evil view."

She touched my head, her fingers were warm.

It's unbelievable that someone who is clearly dead has such a fiery color.

"Those who like to do the evil karma of killing, stealing and prostitution, and do it a lot, will fall into the Hell of Congregation and be punished in the place of evil views. The dead there are mainly human traffickers or pedophiles." At this time, the ghost lamp interjected. , Start popular science knowledge and common sense in a serious manner.

"Hey, am I going to be punished there?"

"If you want to go to the evil place to execute the sentence, how can you wait until now? You must have been judged by King Yan Mo early in the morning."

The meaning of this sentence is "it's none of your business, just go and have a look", roughly translated into this, or later depending on the situation, maybe there is something important to learn... Could it be the custom here?It's like the company's default newcomer treats guests to dinner and the like.

Looking down at the white and red snapdragon slippers on my feet, I sighed deeply, flicked the white corrugated cuffs bordered with red thread, and suddenly fell down.

"Ah, this."

A deep male voice came from behind, even though he was surprised, he still did not change his strict and self-disciplined polite tone.I turned my head and looked towards the source of the sound. As soon as the end of my eyes was raised, it was covered by pitch black. The hard shell covering my face was cold, like a mask.

The rubber band is strung behind the ear, and after someone fixes it completely, I can see the person in front of me from the small hole where the eyes of the mask are: a ghost horn, hanging eyes, paralyzed face, parted head, vicious guy, take With a mace, who else but the ghost lamp.

"It's really suitable." He squeezed his chin with one hand and looked at it.

With drooping shoulders, I stared at the picture in the center of his black and gray pupils for a long time before I could be sure that the huge goldfish face in the center of my field of vision was me.

... what's wrong?Are snapdragons pretending to be crazy? Then why don’t you wear them yourself!

"Hey, really." Ah Xiang's surprised voice came from her ear, and she smiled like a clear silver bell, "It's very suitable."

...Since even you said so, then fine.

Puffing out my cheeks, I looked at Ghost Lantern for a few seconds, and seeing that he was still calm and inhumane, I immediately gave up struggling, straightened the mask resentfully, put it on and remained silent.

From the moment of formally entering the execution place of Zhonghe Hell, the surrounding scene has changed to loess red fire, needle mountain jailers, steel whips and iron tongs, wailing sounds everywhere from time to time, and bright red blood can be seen everywhere.

Like a jailer who accidentally sees driving a hot iron nail into a sinner's mouth until the nail comes out of the head.After the nail came out, pull it out quickly; go to the nail again, and pull it out from the ear.He will also pour extremely hot copper water from an iron bowl into his mouth.The hot copper water burned his lips and his tongue.After the tongue was burned, his eyes were burned, his throat was burned, his heart was burned, and his stomach was burned again, just like this, from top to bottom.

This kind of torture can be seen everywhere, and it can be regarded as a norm.

So the deeper I went, the more I didn't understand the purpose of this trip.Is it really just to let me experience the torture methods of the criminal law in hell? Then there is no need to come to the place of evil.

"arrive."

The two people in front stopped and turned to look at me. A Xiang, who was also a woman, said worriedly, "Is Baili Jiang okay?"

I shook my head and waved my hands.

Ghost Lantern didn't speak. He walked up to one of the jailers with a mace, said a few words to him, and then walked back, with his arms folded and his face expressionless: "This guy is a pedophile."

Following his gaze, I looked at the old man kneeling on the ground. My gaze shifted from his rickety back to the withered and old palms. Finally, I didn’t understand, so I asked, “…so?”

"Tch, I really forgot everything."

He cut angrily, frowned fiercely, and his face was full of displeasure.

"Ha, is it my fault?" I pointed to myself, feeling very complicated.

The black-haired ghost exuded black air, looked at me with kind eyes, then handed over the huge mace in his hand, and raised his chin: "Go and beat him up."

——Don't force others to be difficult, you bastard!

I opened my dead fish eyes inexplicably, and only had time to catch the upper half of the mace, when I was suddenly brought down by the huge weight. The whole person staggered and staggered forward for several steps, and finally managed to support the ground , barely maintained upright.The range of motion was so great that half of the goldfish mask on his face fell off and hung in the air, and the rubber band hung loosely by his ears.

"Tsk."

The gloomy face of the young man can be called Yan Yi. Under the light, his facial features show a half-yin and half-yang state, and the under eyelids are pitch black, which looks very frightening.

The corners of my mouth twitched imperceptibly, and I took half a step back to make room: "I'm sorry, please use it."

There is also a red tape tied to the end of the mace, it is hard to imagine that this is used for decoration.But even though he looked vicious, his actions were still gentlemanly and polite. When he took the stick, he still remembered to help me put on the mask again.

"You! You are... ah ah ah—"

What happened in the next three seconds is beyond words.

Originally, the deceased old man who was being punished seemed to want to say something. He pointed at me with a frightened face, his arms shaking like a sieve, as if he was about to spit out some shocking secret gossip that would be among the top three most searched.

Just when my curiosity was fully aroused, the paralyzed ghost who stood quietly at the side at first grabbed the mace without saying a word, swung it with lightning speed and it was a critical strike skill.

[Ding Dong] The player [Hell Assistant Officer] launches an attack [Universal Throw].

The NPC [Union Hell Dead] was hit, and the [Blood Spitting Flight Mode] [HP-50%] was activated.

The player [Hell Assistant Officer] uses the skill [Intercept and Beat] with a critical strike rate of 500%.

NPC [Union Hell Dead] fell to the ground, [HP-49.99%], tried to [escape].

Escaping has no effect.

[Ding Dong] The player [Hell Assistant Officer] wins.