In a dilapidated rental house, a man sat in front of the computer. His hair was greasy, his face was shiny, and he was covered in acne with white spots. His beard had not been shaved for at least a week, and his clothes were wrinkled.
, anything dug out of a real doghouse will be cleaner than this.
This man's name is Wu Dian, an unemployed vagrant. When he was young, he worked as a gangster and collected protection money around various schools. When he got into trouble, he was beaten up and his face was disfigured.
Now that I am in my thirties, I have to walk with my head down when I go out.
But behind the scenes, he also has a "resounding" name, called Keyboard Man.
In the past two years, I also used my ability to speak nonsense on the Internet to find a job as a professional gangster.
Some time ago, a young man came to him and asked him to teach a person a lesson and make that person's reputation look bad.
Wu Dian has done this kind of thing several times, and he is familiar with it.
But this time, Wu Dian hit a wall.
"Isn't she just a goddess stick? What's so great about it? Master, what a bullshit master. Nowadays, these rich people are probably blind. If they go to lick a woman's skirt, they are simply embarrassing us men." Wu Dian.
His eyebrows were raised and he looked at the computer screen angrily.
"A woman like this who is neither good nor good should be dragged into a pig pen."
"Steamer tongue pulling hell? Huh! I want to see if this master can send two brats to catch me?"
Wu Dian lost the mouse on his hand, but he was still aggrieved.
It wasn't until his stomach growled that Wu Dian got up and dug out a box of instant noodles from the nearby garbage pile. The instant noodles were already cold. Wu Dian pushed them away angrily. Perhaps he used too much force and spilled them instead.
All over him.
Wu Dian stood up angrily and kicked forward, which happened to hit the table, causing him to scream in pain.
After hugging his feet and screaming for a while, Wu Dian limped towards the garbage dump nearby. After rummaging for a long time, he finally found another box of instant noodles, but the box of instant noodles had been chewed by mice.
There was only less than half of the instant noodles left, and there were two pieces of mouse droppings, which was a snack.
Wu Dian's face was red with anger, and the veins on his forehead were twitching. He raised the instant noodles with his hand high, but still didn't want to throw them away.
Because he has no money.
After Wu Dian poured out the two pieces of mouse droppings, he put the instant noodles into the bowl with a gap next to it, picked up the boiling kettle on the side, and poured it into the bowl.
As a result, the water in the kettle was not hot at all, so Wu Dian could only eat one dish of cold instant noodles, and had to go to the toilet five or six times that night.
Finally, my stomach felt a little better, and the others also felt drowsy. They closed their eyes and soon fell asleep.
The night breeze outside blew in through the half-opened window, making it a bit cold.
"Hurry up and leave." When Wu Dian was in a daze, a hand from behind pushed him. He knelt on the ground and woke up.
Wu Dian subconsciously looked behind him, only to see a green-faced fang, tall and strong, like a hill-like ghost.
Wu Dian was so frightened that he immediately withdrew his eyes, lowered his head tremblingly, and asked in a low voice: "Where am I?"
Guizha sneered: "Wu Dian, didn't you say you wanted to experience the steamer hell and tongue-pulling hell for yourself? Now it's as you wish."
Wu Dian's eyes widened in surprise and fear. He looked around again. A huge steamer appeared in front of him. Countless people were all ugly, with mouths as small as the eyes of needles. Their deaths were miserable, and some even had broken arms.
With broken legs and heads, they were all thrown into the steamer by the green-faced and fanged ghosts behind them.
A raging fire was burning underneath the steamer. Countless pairs of painful eyes could be seen in the gaps between the steamer compartments, and the mournful wailing sounds of those ghosts could be heard in his ears.
Wu Dian even saw a few acquaintances inside, all of whom were like-minded keyboard warriors.
"Wu Dian, you framed, slandered, and insulted several people, causing many people to become depressed. In severe cases, they committed suicide. You are hereby sentenced to be sent to the steamer hell to be tortured." The ghost boss shouted sternly.
Wu Dian rolled and crawled, struggling desperately: "No, no, I don't want to go to the steamer hell..."
A big iron palm-like hand behind his back did not allow him to flinch at all, and threw him directly into the steamer at the bottom.
Wu Dian's feet were burned with countless blisters. The sweltering heat made it difficult for him to breathe, and his whole body swelled up like a steamed bun.
After an unknown amount of time, Wu Dian no longer even screamed, and was finally lifted up by a hand.
"Wu Dian, you have slandered and harmed others, lied and deceived others, and spread rumors, and then I will sentence you to the tongue-pulling hell." The ghost's voice sounded again.
There was a kid next to Wu Dian. The kid held a pair of red-hot iron pliers and pried open his mouth. The iron pliers suddenly clamped his tongue and pulled out his tongue.
The speed was slower than a turtle crawling, pulling his tongue longer and longer.
After pulling out his tongue, without giving him any time to rest, the ghosts threw him into the steamer hell again, and the cycle continued.
Until, Wu Dian heard a cock crow in his ear.
His legs stared, like a zombie, and he sat up all of a sudden.
His face was as white as paper, and his already greasy hair became even more miserable after being wet with sweat.
Wu Dian was stunned for five or six minutes before slowly coming back to his senses. He looked in the mirror opposite and touched his face, arms and legs. The tongue in his mouth was still there, and the others were not fattened by the steam.
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"Dream! Yes, it's all a dream." Wu Dian breathed out.
He climbed out of bed with weak feet. As soon as he stepped on the ground, he stepped on a piece of rotten banana peel that he had thrown away at some time. He immediately performed a standard split, a perfect 180 degrees, and he screamed in pain.
The scream broke the calm after five o'clock in the morning.
Wu Dian covered his crotch, his face wrinkled into a ball, and he shouted angrily: "Damn it, why am I so unlucky? It's because that bastard Zhuo Ziyi cursed me, I will never forgive him."
Suddenly, in his lowered gaze, a pair of feet wearing black cloth shoes appeared.
Wu Dian subconsciously looked up and saw a tall man with a black vulture-like bird standing on his shoulder. The man's face was blurry, like a mosaic of a picture.
"Who are you?" Wu Dian stepped back warily and huddled in the corner of the bed.
"I'm here to make a deal with you." The man's voice was cold, sounding like a poisonous snake that hides in the grass and hisses at night, and might rush out and bite someone at any time.
Wu Dian shivered and bent even lower: "What deal?"
The man looked at him condescendingly: "I want a ray of anger from you, and I can grant you a wish."
