Chapter 1 What Does Banana Mean?

Qing wasn't sure what a banana meant. Perhaps, it was just a metaphor?

But what could a big banana generally be a metaphor for?

Seeing how obsessed the other party was with it, even in a nightmare, it seemed that it must be something very important to him.

For the young man muttering in his sleep on the hospital bed, the banana incident had actually happened a year ago.

He had cried, he had hated, he had suffered, he had wished he were dead.

But no matter what,

Life had to go on.

After wiping away his tears, he immediately went to bathe Diting.

Diting liked to be clean, but Diting was large, making bathing difficult. Since the terrifying being wreaked havoc in hell for the first time three years ago, bathing Diting had become even more difficult.

Because that terrifying being had stepped into Diting's back, creating a pit.

This undoubtedly increased the young man's workload. Before, rinsing, scrubbing, and rinsing again was enough, but now there was an extra step. The water accumulated in the pit was like a pond, and after each bath, he had to use a bucket to empty it.

A year ago,

A white light fell deep into the Hundred Thousand Yin Mountains,

Stealing all the bananas from his mountain.

Perhaps Diting felt that its “deaf and mute” act had let down the young man who had served it for so many years, so when the gates of hell were about to open this time, and a group of judges and inspectors were to return to the yang world to clean up at the grassroots level, it secured a spot for the young man.

Any activity with official status would have its share of backdoor deals; this was true in both the yang and yin worlds.

The basic rule was to ensure a sufficient number of hard-working old oxen while squeezing in as many relatives as possible.

The young man's task this time was simple: he had no task.

So,

The young man came to Tong City.

No one knew, not even Diting. Perhaps it was because of the blind spot under the lamp, or maybe because the young man, who had been accompanying it and bathing it day in and day out for a century, had absorbed anti-reconnaissance skills.

That time,

After receiving his judge identity, it was his first time back to the yang world for a stroll.

The young yin soldier accidentally came to Tong City,

Came to South Street,

Came to the bookstore,

And before anyone in the bookstore noticed,

Walked in;

Then,

The young man was scared shitless...

Several years had passed, and the initial shock had gradually faded. Like a haunted house adventure, when the second chance to return to the yang world came, the young man wanted to come back and see the place.

In other words… to seek thrills.

However, when he first came several years ago, the bookstore was just a bookstore, with at most a few ghosts living there.

But now, not to mention anything else, the bookstore's power station had been built. It wasn't high-powered, but it was small and adequate.

After arriving in Tong City, the young man used a pathfinding spell to guide him.

It was like a navigation system.

After all, several years was enough for a city with a good economic momentum to undergo great changes.

Besides, the young man had only stayed in the Hundred Thousand Mountains in hell. It was normal for a child from the mountains to not be able to find his way around the city, wasn't it?

The pathfinding spell was just a simple spell, with low difficulty, low risk, and even lower failure rate.

It overlaid his previous memories with the current environment, allowing him to quickly find the specific location he wanted to go to.

It was similar to circumcisions and appendix removals.

But there was electricity in the dark,

Although it was just a minor surgery,

What if, during the circumcision, an accident, a sneeze, a slip of the hand, or some other reason caused him to accidentally cut off his little brother?

Or what if, during the appendix removal, he searched for hours without finding the appendix, and the patient started bleeding inexplicably?

In short,

This simple pathfinding spell directly confused the young man. The probability was similar to winning several accumulated jackpot prizes with a single set of numbers—almost impossible.

He began to feel dazed, unable to distinguish east from west or north from south.

He was clearly awake, but it was like he was dreaming, until he ran a red light and was hit by a drunk driver in the morning...

The young man felt like he was dreaming. He dreamed again of that day, when the white light fell, and there wasn't a single banana left on the banana mountain.

The grievances, anger, and unwillingness that had been suppressed for a year

Began to be vented in his dream.

He cried,

He made a fuss,

He talked in his sleep...

At this time,

It was afternoon,

And not yet time for "examining oneself three times a day."

The old Daoist opened the door to the ward and walked in.

He held a toothpick in his hand, picking his teeth silently, and asked:

"Have you eaten?"

Qing turned her head to look at the old Daoist, smiling innocently,

"I just ate, Grandpa."

The old Daoist smiled.

The old Daoist was kind-hearted,

Especially towards children, he was more likely to show concern.

Of course, the old Daoist knew that Qing was definitely not an ordinary child.

But some things were for the boss to consider, not the old Daoist. He only knew that this little girl had been good to him and had saved him several times.

Well,

What the old Daoist didn't know was that this cute little girl he saw before him had actually come to kill him in the first place.

"Bananas... my bananas... bananas..."

The young man's muttering continued.

The old Daoist narrowed his eyes, reached into his sleeve, and actually pulled out a big banana.

He was getting old and his stomach wasn't very good, so he liked to eat a banana when he had nothing to do. Besides, there was a monkey at home, so it was considered a staple food.

"Poor child, he must be craving bananas badly."

He put the banana next to the young man's pillow, straightened up, and sighed.

The sleeping young man seemed to sense something, grabbed the big banana with his eyes closed, and caressed it affectionately on his face.

This scene,

Was as disgusting as it could be.

The old Daoist couldn't bear to look anymore, turned around, and walked to Gou Xin's side to take a look.

Gou Xin was still unconscious,

Looking miserable.

The old Daoist shook his head.

"Sigh, I don't know how this guy is so unlucky."

He touched the cigarettes in his pocket and smiled contentedly, because of his illness, he had been trying to control his smoking habit.

But to be honest, it was really too difficult to quit smoking at seventy years old.

Most people only needed a doctor's notice to quit smoking,

But for someone like the old Daoist, who had seen through life and death,

It really didn't have much effect.

Of course, he couldn't smoke this cigarette in front of the others in the bookstore, otherwise he would be lectured.

The old Daoist walked out of the ward and into the pharmacy's bathroom.

The pharmacy's bathroom wasn't small, after all, it was used not only by the pharmacy's nurses and doctors, but also occasionally by patients. The men's room had four urinals and four squatting toilets.

The old Daoist walked into a squatting toilet,

Untied his belt,

Squatted down,

Adjusted his posture,

Hmm, hmm, hmm~

This was the prelude,

Like an athlete warming up before a competition,

Then,

"Snap!"

He lit a cigarette.

When people were in the toilet, they often felt a rare sense of inner peace.

At this time, lighting a cigarette had a double effect, as if they were detached from the world and approaching the universe.

If they took out their phone and read a novel at this time,

Tsk tsk,

With the triple effect,

It was as if the whole person had been sublimated.

…………

In the ward,

The young man hugging the banana continued to mutter,

But gradually,

A black shadow began to emanate from his body, like a person, but this person had many hands.

When this multi-handed figure appeared, the temperature in the ward dropped rapidly.

Qing knew what this was.

She didn't know the origins of the old man who had specifically come to pat her head last night,

But she was very clear about what was coming out of the person in front of her.

This was an evil ghost from hell, and a high-ranking one at that. It was constantly reincarnating in the tortures of hell, but still maintained its indestructible form and spirit, and had even become more resilient, a bit like a beggar version of Sun Wukong entering the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

"Ordinary red ribbons don't have this qualification."

Qing knew that there was a great power who had forcibly integrated this super-grade evil ghost into the other party's body to serve as a protector, a bodyguard of sorts.

At this time,

When the young man's mind was unguarded,

Somehow,

This bodyguard suddenly came out on its own.

Qing originally didn't plan to take action.

For the past year, she had just been an observer.

But when she sensed that the evil ghost's aura was actually locked onto the person in the direction of the pharmacy's bathroom,

Qing couldn't sit still.

Qing didn't think that the great figure, who was so tall that she couldn't even look up at him, would be threatened by such a thing,

But she knew,

That if she didn't help him solve it when she could,

It was very likely to provoke the anger of that great figure.

The evil ghost got off the bed and started walking towards the wall. After passing through the wall, the toilet would be there.

Qing sat up straight,

A year had passed,

And she had recovered enough.

But this super-grade evil ghost was definitely not someone to be trifled with. It wasn't that she couldn't solve it alone, but if she wasn't careful, it could cause damage to the surrounding environment.

At this moment,

Qing opened her mouth and said:

"Liang."

"Corpse Number One" on the bed near the door opened his eyes.

"You."

"Corpse Number Two" on the second bed also opened his eyes.

The two Enforcement Team bosses who had been lying here for a year directly awakened at this call.

At the same time,

Their bodies slowly sat up from the bed from their previous lying position.

In fact,

They had woken up long ago,

But here,

Waking up or not made no difference.

The evil ghost was about to walk through the wall to the toilet,

But suddenly felt a tightness in its heart.

The evil ghost slowly turned its head,

Looking behind it,

Behind it,

Two young boys and one young girl,

Sat on the bed in the same sitting posture,

Their gazes,

Staring straight at it,

The ward was silent, with a scalp-numbing sense of oppression.

This was,

From the collective,

Death stare of three Enforcement Team bosses...