Tomo-sama's Rescue Plan - Hell Chapter

My name is Ran, and I have been in the Inferno for 200 years.On the night of the blood moon, I picked up a ghost named Tong Mo by the Santu River.

It was pure accident.I'm not even sure if he's a ghost or not.

I don't know why I took him home.

But I still maintained a minimum level of vigilance, silently observing him with my spiritual power along the way.This guy was tall, and although he was wearing a strange robe, he was quite nimble when he first fought. He should be a veteran who is used to fighting.But I didn't feel the fluctuation of spiritual power. It seems that it is indeed a newly dead ghost, and I don't know how to absorb and transform spiritual power.

Speaking of which, I seem to have seen him dressed like this somewhere... probably a statue of a Bodhisattva in a temple?

Wait, what temple?

I pounded my head.The blood moon really confused people's minds, and some old sesame seeds and rotten millet who didn't know hundreds of years ago would take the opportunity to make trouble.When I got to the door of the house, I opened the barrier a little, and motioned for the ghost to go in.

The ghost looked at the light flowing between my fingers curiously, and exclaimed: "It's so beautiful! Xiaoran, you... aren't you human?"

Among the hunters of Infernal Hell, it is most taboo to ask personal information such as names and races. After all, no one wants to let possible enemies know their strengths and weaknesses.

I frowned.

Why is it "Xiaoran"?This ghost doesn't treat himself as an outsider too much!

Ignoring him, I waved my hand and lit the lights in the room.The hut was small, made of dead branches and trunks.There is no such thing as a bed, and usually there is no need to sleep.I spread a straw mat in front of the window to enjoy the scenery.

If the jagged mountains and eerie blood moon outside the window count as scenery.

I sat at the table, poured out today's harvest from the small bag, the crystals of safflower, and counted them.

Tsk tsk, there are only about two hundred pieces, so I have to save some food this year.Picking one into my mouth, I looked up and saw the ghost with a strange name looking up and down my house with a sympathetic look on its face.

"It's so simple, can you live in this kind of place?"

... This man, bah, how did this ghost talk?

He was quickly attracted by the red crystals on my table, and approached me unceremoniously.

"What catches your eyes?"

I carefully put away the crystals.

The ghost seemed to have discovered some novelty, and said very interestedly:

"Is it that kind of flower? Do you rely on eating this to maintain your strength?"

"How did you know that?!" I said in shock.

Sure enough, the strange feeling of being stared at by some dangerous creature came again.

"I don't know." He spread his hands, "but I have always been very sensitive. And the spell in your hand, um...is it water? I am very familiar with the power of water."

Tsk, what a smart ghost!In such a short time, did you see through it?

However, it is too naive to try to talk to me!

"It's best not to ask about things that have nothing to do with you." I said angrily, "I said, I will only keep you for one night."

"Xiaoran is so cold!" The ghost's expression became innocent again, "I just happen to know something about similar things, probably just the memory of the sad deceased. After all, my greatest strength is Good memory."

memory...?

"What's the use of that?" I said sarcastically, "Which of the ghosts who have fallen into hell is not unwilling? I advise you to put it down as soon as possible. Have you seen the black smoke today? That's called Di, The more resentful you are, the more you will be discovered and entangled by them, and then you will be finished."

"So that's how it is!" the ghost suddenly realized, "Some blood ghost arts are also the same. Sure enough, no matter where they are, some rules are the same!"

What technique?

I turned my head to look at him and couldn't help but ask, "What rule?"

"For example, you have to eat something to increase your strength, because these things you eat are precious nutrients, and they will also change your physique, and even change your muscles, bones, heart and blood. The better you can integrate and transform foreign things, the better you can adapt to the environment." Ghost said enthusiastically.

"Whether the blood ghost technique or the breathing method of those children I met before, in fact, it is to allow the body to complete a certain transformation. Only after the transformation is successful, can you live. On this basis, you can fully grasp the transformation. If you use it to strengthen a certain aspect of yourself, it will become very powerful!"

It seems to make sense.

"Being able to refine those flowers into entities means that you can convert their power into other things." The ghost looked quite curious: "It's really amazing, how did Xiaoran do it?"

"That's actually..."

No, almost fell for it!

I smiled slightly: "I can tell you, but you also have to answer my question."

The ghost blinked and smiled sincerely.

"Of course, what does Xiaoran want to ask? I can answer you."

"You, who are you?"

I put away my smiling face and said word for word.

Appeared on the banks of the Santu River when the Blood Moon Gate opened, not only was it not immediately swallowed by the "聻", but also stood in the river before the arrival of the Kuroshio to enjoy the moon leisurely.

A ghost who is obviously dead and has fallen into inexhaustibility, but has no sorrow or resentment, such a calm and even calm ghost.

It's not even as ethereal as ordinary ghosts, it can cry and laugh, and it's a perfect ghost.

What exactly is it?

"What's the problem with me?" The ghost's sincere smile remained undiminished, "I am the son of God."

???

???

I was speechless for a while, and I was so absorbed in the chat that I actually forgot that this ghost's brain was not normal.

Rubbing my forehead, I couldn't help showing a wry smile: "Okay, then tell me, what does God look like?"

"God will not appear in front of people, but God created the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, and all good children can go there." The ghost said with a smile, "I have sent many children there, and they are all beautiful and lovely girls." Child, a girl like you, Xiaoran."

How can a ghost send people to bliss?

"I see, you have killed many people, especially girls." I couldn't help laughing, "That's why you went to hell."

"Hey, this makes me so sad." The ghost named Tong Mo immediately put on a sad expression, "I am really working hard. The girl whose whole family was killed because of the war, and the girl who was killed because of poverty. Girls who were sold to Youguo and finally got sick and could only wait to die, girls who got married but were abused by their husbands and mother-in-law, girls who were beaten until they lost their eyesight... After all, living is such a hard job, so what's the point of going to bliss as soon as possible? Is it bad?"

It's an amazing set of logic.

People have their own set of self-consistent logic. As the reason for their existence in the world, friends, family members, and lovers are often the reasons for ordinary people to choose, ideals are the reasons for madmen to choose, and religion is the reason for believers to choose.

Is redemption the reason for his choice?

I couldn't help but sarcasm: "Then what about you, you who have done so many good deeds, why did you come here?"

The ghost named Tong Mo showed a hint of embarrassment for the first time in his smile, if that could be called embarrassment rather than something else.

"Because it's too boring." He seemed to be thinking seriously, "The battle is too boring, and my colleagues are also very boring, and even sending people to the bliss has become boring. After living for more than 200 years, I'm a little tired, I think Be lazy. But sure enough, sure enough!"

Hey, why is he excited again?

"Going to hell is really interesting! A place that I thought didn't exist at all, actually exists, and it's a place that doesn't need to follow common sense at all!"

Those eyes, which were as gorgeous as glazed glass, actually shone with an extremely strange light, which was the color called madness.

"Isn't this the best reward for me who has been working hard as a child of God?"