The lover that gravity makes is wrong

"It's over? All?!"

hell

The third son looked in surprise at the five people in white kimonos in front of him.

Publicity officer, pianist, dumb bird, surgeon, cold-blooded, all five of them are there.

I haven't seen you for a year, and this group of high-spirited former mafia doesn't seem to have changed much from their lifetime.

Well, in addition to the simple appearance, the dark circles under the eyes have become thicker, and the face has become haggard.

Not far behind them, there is a long queue.

At the end of the line stood a blue curtain, and beside it hung a wooden sign that read "Simple Hell".

After receiving all the trials, the dead without any major sins will gather here. After receiving the "tongue pulling out punishment", they can wait for reincarnation or go to heaven.

And at this moment, the group of five from the Banner Society, who were supposed to receive the millennium punishment, was among them.

Probably because they finally met their "acquaintances" and were about to get their desired relationship, the broadcaster curled his mouth and was about to show the signature smile he remembered, when suddenly there was a "pop", and the lights above everyone's heads dimmed.

The next moment, the melody of "Auld Lang Syne" came slowly, which didn't match the atmosphere of hell at all.

The assistant ghost officer appeared in the center of the hall with a loudspeaker in hand,

"After discretionary punishment, everyone who has been sentenced to reincarnation or to go to heaven, I sincerely congratulate you..." (①)

"Ah, it's Dad."

The third son successfully attracted the attention of the broadcaster, and looked at the stage in surprise,

"Well, as expected of Dad, the taste in choosing songs is really great!"

The third son of the father-controlled girl nodded, her tone full of sincere admiration.

Product, taste...

This is vulgar!

The corners of the mouths of everyone in the Banner Club twitched, and expressions of "stomach bleeding" appeared on their faces at the same time.

It's not to blame for their reaction, it's better to say that people who have dealt with that assistant officer will suffer from gastric perforation, gastric ulcer and gastric bleeding.

In order to achieve their goals as soon as possible, the five members of the Banner Society gritted their teeth and contributed a lot of labor when receiving the punishment, and undertook a lot of pressure that they should not have to bear at their age.

Well, the biggest source of pressure was standing in the center of the hall, staring straight at the dead with a blank expression, and delivering terrifying speeches.

"...However, this depends on the generous tribute from the bereaved family. Originally, some of you were going to go to hell—"

When talking about certain people, the third son noticed that his father had slightly emphasized his tone.

At the same time, the five people beside her shook their shoulders exaggeratedly as if they had been stimulated by something, their faces were livid.

Even the cold-blooded tough guy, who is usually the most stable, covered his mouth in stress, and a row of blood slowly dripped from his fingers.

The third son was startled: "...Sequelae?!"

"Don't worry, it's just a common reaction."

The leader of the flag club, the pianist, said as usual.

The leading youth bent down calmly, tore off the hem of his companion's clothes, and tore them into two pieces.

One piece was handed to Cold Blood to catch the blood, and the smaller one was skillfully twisted into a pointed point and stuffed into the nostril to stop the nosebleed that was about to flow out.

The red-haired girl looked like a ghost, and she was short of a member of the Banner Club who became a Buddha in place: "..."

Is it an illusion, I always feel that the painting styles of these five people seem to have changed a lot.

To put it simply, it has changed from "cool guy who is handsome and stylish" to "cry guy who is a comedian".

But having said that, how did they manage to commute their sentence in just one year, which is at least a thousand years of endless punishment.

The third son was quite curious, but seeing the past of these people was unbearable, and then asked about the look in the eyes of jumping Santuchuan on the spot, the ghost girl rarely felt a little bit of sympathy-then she blinked cutely, and the curiosity on her face became even stronger. Obvious.

"As your soul guide, I am obliged to know the details." The third son said with a smile.

"!!"devil!

As if the five members of the Banner Club were rehearsing a drama, their expressions all changed, and their foreheads began to sweat crazily.

Seeing that the dignity of many years is about to be destroyed at this moment, in times of crisis, the publicity officer stood up and took the "forced questioning" of the ghost executive officer for the little friend who was about to die.

"Cough, this, cough cough, it's mainly some trivial trifles, some of which are more complicated, and the other part is not suitable for an outstanding girl like you..."

The young man with moles of tears in the corners of his eyes solemnly explained.

It seems that they talked a lot, but in fact they didn't say anything.

It is truly worthy of being the only external window of PortMafia during his lifetime, showing the excellent quality of dealing with the government and meeting with the media.

"Well—is that so?"

The third son held his chin with his fingers, his emerald eyes stared straight at the smiling face of the broadcaster who pretended to be calm.

The look in the eyes of an assistant officer who was giving a speech on the stage was exactly the same, and the young man subconsciously covered his stomach——

Stomach hurts even more.

"It's the credit of these tributes."

A boy's voice sounded at the right time, interrupting the girl's death gaze.

At the same time, the tense members of the Banner Club breathed a sigh of relief silently, showing exaggerated expressions of having escaped a catastrophe.

The third son turned his head in Xunsheng: "Hey, Tang Gua, are you here to help?"

"En." The jailer boy in a simple brown kimono nodded,

"The amount of tributes this time is a bit beyond the standard, and the jailer who was originally in charge was too busy."

The quantity exceeds the standard...

The third son turned his head to the side, and after seeing clearly that there were five trolleys full of tributes piled up on the back of Tanggua, using carts as the unit of measurement, he nodded clearly and started to help.When the five members of the Qihui met, they also rolled up their sleeves and took the tribute box from Sanzi and Tang Gua.

The skillful movements of hard work, it seems that he usually does similar things.

The red-haired girl noticed that occasionally the jailers seemed to nod to them, and their attitude was quite friendly.

Third son: "..."

I always feel that she seems to know the reason why these five people were able to atone for their crimes so quickly.

The red-haired girl looked at the hard-working backs of the members of the Banner Club, quietly approached her friend Tang Gua, covered her mouth with her hand and asked softly,

"Tanggua Tanggua, Dad... let them work there, right?"

Tang Gua nodded solemnly: "...Well, the director of the excrement and mud department likes them very much, and even calls them his spiritual friends."

"..." Spiritual friend!

Third son, stand in awe!

The excrement department, also known as the rolling excrement department, in simple terms, is the place where the dung beetles in hell study the most disgusting coughs every day. It is a department that is more terrifying than Abi Hell and comparable to biological, chemical, and weaponry.

Due to the harsh environment and lack of manpower all year round, basically only jailers who made mistakes will be sent there.

But now, the director there actually called the broadcaster and the pianist his spiritual friends!

It is enough to imagine what a painful price these five people paid.

"Ah, in that case, many of the female prison guards on our side are also very grateful to them."

A gentle voice naturally joined the conversation between Sanzi and Tang Gua.

"Ah, Sister Ah Xiang!" Tang Gua's eyes widened, and an intelligible blush appeared on his face.

The third son stared wide-eyed in surprise: "Even the Hell of Zhonghe?!"

"Because Master Ghost Lantern said that you can use them as guinea pigs to test the effect of the new shaking S torture."

The beautiful director's assistant stroked his face with one hand, and said something extraordinary softly,

"Thanks to them, the ability of the sisters to wield the whip [beep——] salty wet and punish [beep] garbage has improved a lot!"

Although the sound was muffled a lot in the middle, I couldn't hear clearly, but Sanzi, Sanzi expressed his amazement.

"Not only that, it seems that they are often seen in the Eight Cold Hell."

Several jailers passed by, and one of them added a sentence.

"Speaking of which, the smelly place and the blood pool are also..."

"Eh? I heard that they were also sent to Duoyipo to work as hard labor."

Third son: "..."

No wonder he didn't want to say it, no wonder he was able to pay off his sins in such a short period of time.

They... they really paid a lot.

The red-haired girl looked at the former PortMafia junior group with pity, the five members who once claimed to be the youngest in the organization and the most prosperous in the future, filled her heart with admiration.

This admiration is so real that Duanniao and the pianist showed off to the third son, in fact explaining how rich their tribute is,

Especially the publicity officer who was an international movie star during his lifetime, he was so popular that every year after his death, the fans' offerings multiplied by several times, and thus gained a lot of opportunities to reduce his sentence,

The red-haired girl couldn't help but covered her mouth, patted their shoulders with compassion, and said in a voice full of understanding,

"Well, I see, you have worked very hard, really."

The flag group of five: "..."

Ahhh!She knows!She definitely knows it! ! !

All the broadcasting officials have dead eyes.

I'm sorry Chuya, we are already dirty and have no face to see you...

The youths of the Banner Society cried with their heads in their arms, and their genuine grief attracted many dead people queuing up, showing expressions of missing their family members.

After the lecture, the ghost lamp turned his head, and when he looked at the third son, he raised his hand and made a gesture.

The meaning revealed by the ghost lamp made the red-haired girl slightly startled, and then laughed.

Hell is fair.

It will not take a second look at the dead just because of their status in the secular world.

But if you are conscious and take the initiative to bear the endless blood and torture, you can also use this to gain a little sight.

This is hell.

The third son walked up to the weeping youths, patted the shoulder of the nearest publicity officer, and said in a rare and gentle voice,

"Okay, don't be sad, I have good news for you—"

The back of the young man with the mole of tears that was patted on the shoulder stiffened invisibly, and an unnatural expression appeared on his face covered with his hands.

This distinctive wavering lasted only for a moment, and was suppressed by the young man almost at the same second as it first appeared. No one noticed except the former leader pianist of the young group.

The red-haired girl also did not notice the strangeness of the young deceased, and continued to say with a smile,

"As a reward for squeezing you, Dad, cough, Lord Ghost Lantern specially allows one of you to go to this world to bid farewell to your former companions. Of course, it will be accompanied by me."

"It's one year after this world, although it's a bit late, but——congratulations, your wish has come true."

The youths of the Banner Club were stunned, and all raised their heads to look at the third son.

The red-haired girl thought they would cheer happily, but unexpectedly, the dead who maintained their youthful appearance fell silent.

After they exchanged a glance with each other, there was a look of calmness and sadness on their faces.

The leading pianist pushed the promotional reporter's shoulder and signaled him to explain.

The publicity officer took two steps forward with the puzzled expression of the third son, and when he was about to approach the girl, his footsteps paused, and finally stopped at a position one meter away from the third son, maintaining a normal social distance.

"My lord, third son."

The short-haired young man stared at the girl, he moved his lips slightly and smiled, the tear mole in the corner of his eyes revealed a real and gentle style,

"—On this point, please allow us to change the original request."