Tomo-sama's Rescue Plan - Hell Chapter

I found a tree hole in the woods near my residence, threw the pieces of the 'Kalachakra' into it, and added a simple seal by the way.When he returned to the house, he saw Tong Mo sitting on the porch, with his half-painted double-six chessboard spread out on the floor.Encountered such a thrilling thing, he was completely free of any anxiety or worry, or even had no reaction. He was still drawing on the chessboard with a relaxed face, and threw a dice from time to time, as if he was trying to play a game. Same.

"You were right," I sat down against the pillar, "ghosts are much harder to deal with than humans."

Tong Mo looked up at me with an inexplicable face: "Is Xiaoran talking about the kind of trash fish today? Is there anything difficult to deal with?"

...Being mindful of everything is also a kind of talent!

I sighed, "Did I cause you trouble? In a moment of impatience, I almost revealed that I didn't use the vampire technique."

"It's good for Xiaoran to understand," he raised his lips, "If a group of low-level ghosts know that you are a god... Hey, it will probably make them crazy than a bucket of thin blood."

I was a little frustrated: "Except for Master Tong Mo and Xiaomei, I haven't seen any other ghosts before. I think you are all normal. Even Master Hei Si Mou looks quite elegant and serious. I have never seen any ghosts in my heart." I think you are different from humans. But today those ghosts are completely different from you, to be honest, they are more like animals, they only act according to instinct..."

Before I finished speaking, the ghost slapped the floor and laughed.

"Hahahaha...Xiao Ran is so stupid that it makes me want to cry...You are so stupid, how did you live in hell for so long?"

I said unconvinced: "Why, how stupid am I?"

"Isn't it stupid to say that ghosts are no different from human beings?" Tong Mo said with a smile, "Oh, I forgot, all Xiaoran has seen are winding strings. When the lord was making the selection, he also looked for the least human-like traits in his eyes. It is precisely because I am a child of God that Wu Mi has special expectations for my talents."

"But after getting along for so long, I don't think there is anything inhuman about Mr. Tong Mo?" I thought for a while, "Apart from your strange mind, your character is a little bit worse, and you talk a little too much... it seems Nothing special? Hmm...does it count if you eat too much?"

The ghost suddenly became quiet, and he stared at me with a strange expression.

"Xiao Ran really thinks that there is nothing special about me?"

"Eh?" I couldn't figure out what he meant, "If you want to talk about something special, it probably means that you are very smart, very talented in vampirism, and you have a lively and positive personality, and you are very straightforward. These are very precious qualities. Yeah... oh, I see, are you trying to say that you can't feel human emotions?"

Looking at his piercing eyes, I couldn't help laughing:

"It's not uncommon for gods born in mountains and rivers. After all, who can understand human minds? At first, I only relied on their heartbeat and blood flow to distinguish their emotional changes, but they I can’t figure out why I’m crying or laughing. It was because someone gave me his soul that I was able to understand the changes in human emotions, but it took a long time. Although Master Tong Mo doesn’t understand human emotions Emotions, but I have been trying to help people solve all kinds of troubles in the bliss religion. It’s really not easy. You know, I didn’t like humans at all for a while, and I was annoyed when I saw them. If it wasn’t for the food they offered me, I'm too lazy to talk to them, hahaha...Hey, what's your expression?"

The ghost rested its chin in one hand, and its expression was completely expressionless.

Or it is not so much expressionless as a kind of blankness.

"But I'm different from Xiaoran, I was originally a human being."

He said softly, as if remembering something long ago.

"It was my foolish parents who said that my hair was spotless white and I had rainbows in my eyes, so I must be able to hear the voices of the gods. But I never heard the voices of the gods, just followed them Just talking."

"The people who come here every day are all crying adults. Either their parents or children died, or their crops were flooded, their houses were burned, and they were too sick to survive. They talked a lot After this kind of incident, I was asked to guide them to the Paradise of Bliss. I was really made to cry by them. How can there be a Paradise of Bliss in this world? When a person dies, he is dead. If you don’t even understand this kind of truth, it must be hard for you to be so stupid. Well, it’s so pitiful... I think I must have been born to save these poor people, and making them happy is my mission..."

A certain distant afternoon suddenly appeared in my mind, under the eaves of the shrine, a boy in a black cassock lowered his eyes and said with a smile:

——I hope everyone can get happiness from me, this is the meaning of my existence in this world.

At that time, the sun was still shining on his face, and his eyes were clear and gentle.

The ghost was still babbling:

"...you always ask me what to do about everything, I read a lot of books to understand what they said, but even if they don't understand what the believers are saying, as long as they say it is the meaning of the gods, they will believe it ...Every time I see them so stupid, I feel so pitiful...But I am a very kind person, and I can't ignore them, so when they are sad, I will cry with them and see them become happy , I will also laugh with them, anyway, it’s the same for me. But human beings are too fragile, in case of famine, disease, flood, or even encountering robbers... just die casually. While talking, I don’t want to die , It’s easy to die on the one hand, eh, I really don’t understand, they live in so much pain, it’s better to die, right?”

"Later my parents also died, and those believers didn't know what to do. I still told them that my father and mother were called by God and went to the Paradise of Paradise. They really believed it, hehe, little Ran, do you think they are so stupid that they will believe such words?"

"I pray endlessly every day, but I really want them to be happy. After all, this is my obligation as the leader. I found out that as long as I become a ghost and eat them, it will be fine. They You will never suffer any more, and you can get eternal life with me. What a blessing. Why didn’t I think of such a good way before? It’s really thanks to Mr. Wu Mi, otherwise people really don’t know how to take this group of people. What should believers do..."

I thought of that child in a distant memory.A child of a god has no name, no birthday, no favorite food, no parents, and nothing but an altar.

I couldn't bear it any longer and reached out to touch the top of his head.

There were a few wisps of blood remaining there, just like the last bit of blood squeezed out by that child after he had squeezed his heart dry.

The Son of God with the beautiful aura of ice and snow on the top of the mountain will remain in my memory forever.

I don't know if the gods devoured the believers, or the believers devoured the gods.

"It must be very hard, Master Tong Mo."

"Eh?" He looked at me in surprise, "Why did Xiaoran say that? But..."

"Even as a child of God, these jobs sound too hard... Even as a god, I can't do it." I smiled at him, "trying to comfort others, wanting to bring happiness to others , such a heart is extremely precious, Master Tong Mo was really a gentle child when he was a child."

"Of course, he has always been a gentle and kind person." The ghost smiled with satisfaction, showing his two fangs, like a child who has been praised.

"However, his gaze became blank again, "I have done so many good deeds and saved so many poor people, why...why did that girl say that she hates me, that I am like a fool, that I don't care about anything? Can't feel that there is no point in living in this world? "

The ghost lowered its head and looked at me, as if it had been greatly wronged: "I don't understand, why on earth did that child use such vicious words to speak of him? Xiaoran, did I...do something wrong?"

I was stunned for a moment.

How should I tell him?Said that all this was not his fault?To blame his greedy and selfish parents?Blame the Eternal Bliss Cult that imprisoned him all his life?Blame those believers who, in desperation, hold on to a child as a straw?Or is it to blame this world where even the gods can be driven crazy?

I took a deep breath.

"It's wrong." I stared at those colorful eyes seriously.

"Even Xiaoran said that? But he obviously..."

"Master Tong Mo's mistake is that he forgot that he was only a child at the time, and you need happiness more than anyone else."

The ghost blinked, as if he couldn't understand what I was saying.

"Whether it is a god or a human being, before giving something to others, you must first have that thing yourself. This is the most basic rule in the world. If Mr. Tong Mo has not heard of it before, I will tell you now. "

"For example, if I have a glass of water in my hand, I can give you this glass of water. I have a house, so I can give you this house. I have a pond, so I can give you this pond. I can't give it to you. I don't have any." s things."

"Happiness is the same. You must have happiness yourself before you can bring happiness to others." I said, "Does Master Tong Mo know what happiness is like?"

"Of course I know." He refuted me unconvinced.

"Then tell me, what happy things do you think you have experienced? You are not allowed to say what believers told you or what you read from books."

"I..."

The wise Master Tong Mo thought for a while, and finally said a little uncertainly: "When I was hungry... caught a girl with thin blood? I'm not sure what it feels like, anyway, I can't feel it..."

"Look, isn't this obvious? Master Tong Mo himself doesn't know what happiness is, so you are so sure that the happiness you give is what those believers want? You must know that human beings have various requirements. Individuals have different views on happiness." I said solemnly.

"You're right...but human beings are so stupid, maybe they don't even know what they want?" The ghost tried to refute me again, "Maybe they need me to bring them happiness?"

"So I told you, you need to ask clearly about such things in the future." I sighed, "If you don't ask clearly, how do you know if the other party wants you to send them to the bliss, or just want to hear some words of comfort?"

"They don't want it, why do they ask about food?" He began to play tricks.

"The result of talking without asking is obvious," I rolled my eyes, "it may cause food poisoning."

The ghost began to pretend to wipe tears again.

"I understand! Xiaoran is too bad. In fact, there is no such thing as happiness, right? Although human beings want to be happy, they will all die in the end, and they will get nothing at all. Is there such a thing in this life? What's the point? Why don't I send them to Paradise..."

"Their lives are meaningless, but yours is meaningful. Mr. Tong Mo is not a human being. He has plenty of time to learn and understand what happiness is. Why bother with human affairs?" I said bluntly, " Which one with a sick mind told you that you must regard saving believers as the meaning of your existence? Or is it simply that you are greedy and just want to find a reason to eat more?"

"...Really, it seems that Xiaoran has seen through it again."

After a short silence, he pulled out a weird smile, "As a ghost, this is a reasonable reason. Master Wu Mi said that eating more people can make you stronger, and there is no way."

"So I will eat you all to hell." I picked up the double-six dice on the ground and tossed them to play, "Master Wu Mi is really wise...ah, what are you doing?"

The ghost grabbed me from behind and wrapped me in his arms, resting his pointed chin on my shoulder, breathing in my ear.

"It's really sad...Xiaoran is a smart god, he can't fool you at all..." His tone seemed to be complaining, but also seemed to be praying, "Hey, Lord God, do you have something called happiness? Can you give it to others?"

I understand, this ghost's brain is not sick, but split into two halves, one half is two hundred years old, the other half is eight years old.

"My happiness..."

I looked at the chaotic sky of Necromancer Hell, trying to describe it.

"I go to enjoy cherry blossoms in spring, eat delicious mugwort yokan and cherry blossom dumplings, soy sauce dumplings at the night market at the gate of the shrine in summer, watch the stars rise in the back mountain, and sour cherries and fireflies in the grass; in autumn, maltose And red bean yokan sprinkled with sweet-scented osmanthus; in winter, it’s roasted sweet potatoes…”

"Xiaoran did it on purpose. He knows he is a ghost, so he can't eat human food." The ghost behind me said sadly.

"So you see, happiness is something that varies from person to person. I give it to you, but you don't necessarily need it."

I turned around and looked at him seriously.

"The only thing I can give Master Tong Mo now is this."

Regardless of his surprised eyes, I hugged him hard.

It's really cold, but the heartbeat of ghosts seems to be no different from that of humans.

"This is a comfort." I said, "Because Master Tong Mo looked very lonely just now."

"Eh? Is that called loneliness?"

"Yes, the feeling you feel when you recall the past is called loneliness." I patted him on the back, "Next time who dares to say that you are like a fool and that life is meaningless, let me help you." You beat him!"