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The Hell Cleaners

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By DannyMoxPublished 2 years ago 11 min read
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The town of Qingyang in the northern part of Wei, South Zhanzhou, is full of spring.

Wei Chong pulled the manure cart, slowly walking in the street, the stench burst, pungent, pedestrians have to cover their noses to avoid, and even more, turn around and vomit, vomit after also have to Wei Chong cursing a wild.

Wei Chong is like a zombie, expressionless, take out tools, clean up the vomit, and then continue to walk forward, as a senior foot pouring head, has long been used to all the strange smell.

The head of the dumping feet is a manure emptier, is the most lowly occupation in Wei, only those who have no skills, will engage in.

Every day before dawn, Wei Chong pulled a manure cart, shuttling through town, cleaning desecrated buckets and thatch pits, and finally pulling the manure outside the town, selling it to the big landowners, in exchange for a meager income to live on.

Near noon, Wei Chong went home, home just outside the town, fence wall, thatched roof to cover the rain, although ragged and simple, but very warm, warm because of a person.

The person's name is Du Xiaomai, is Wei Chong's child bride, Wei Chong play as long as he can remember, Du Xiaomai has always been with him, and then both parents died, he was driven out of the village by the clan, moved to Qingyang Town, became the most lowly dumping head, subject to humiliation, but no matter what, Du Xiaomai are with him, to him will not leave.

Du Xiaomai is two years older than Wei Chong, has long grown up to be elegant, even if sackcloth wrapped, but also can not hide her heavenly beauty, she repeatedly mentioned to marry Wei Chong, but were rejected by Wei Chong, Wei Chong does not want to marry her, only that he does not think he is worthy, he secretly resolved, will work hard to get ahead, then, he can marry Du Xiaomai in style.

Every day at this time, Du Xiaomai will be ready to cook, standing outside the door waiting, today is no exception, she grabbed a strand of silk with both hands, clear eyes, staring ahead, face hanging a touch of anxiety, but when she saw Wei Chong pulling the manure cart appeared, her face immediately had a smile, that smile like a lotus flower blooming, clean and flawless.

Wei Chong parked the manure cart in front of a vegetable field, walked over with his head down, not daring to look at Du Xiaomai, only to stuff the money bag to her, and then ran to take a bath, he knew Du Xiaomai must have boiled the bath water.

Du Xiaodai opened the money bag, there are only three money, recently the town of Qingyang and a few more dumping head, robbed Wei Chong's business, Wei Chong's daily income is less and less, she felt sorry for Wei Chong, want to do short jobs to earn money for the landlord's house, more for Wei Chong to share some, but Wei Chong refused to agree, had to give up.

She is not afraid of hardship, but most afraid and Wei Chong become rusty, after all, they have not spoken properly for several days.

The lunch is very simple, two bowls of white rice, a plate of cabbage, rice is bought with the money Wei Chong earned, vegetables are Du Xiaomai planted, looking at the opposite Wei Chong, getting thinner and thinner, Du Xiaomai's heart is dripping blood, but she did not cry, her tears, will only add to Wei Chong's burden. ( )

After eating, Wei Chong as usual, without saying a word, out the door, Du Xiaomai knew he was going to Fu Pig Mountain.

Fu Pig Mountain is the only immortal cultivation sect in Wei, but not very famous in Wei, this is because, there are many immortal cultivation families in Wei are too powerful, Fu Pig Mountain is like a drop in the ocean compared to those big families, not worth mentioning.

But this place has become Wei Chong's only hope, he was born without spiritual roots, unable to cultivate immortality, so he was spurned by his clan, after the death of his parents, he came here, only hope to enter the Fu Pig Mountain, cultivate into a strong person.

However, reality is the most cruel, no spiritual roots, equivalent to the invalid, Fu Pig Mountain, although small, but also do not want.

Every day after lunch, Wei Chong would come to the Fu Pig Mountain, kneeling in front of the mountain gate, eager to be able to use this persistence to move a certain elder in the mountain to accept him as a disciple.

Fu pig mountain gate is a wild boar, carved out of black stone, head down, buttocks facing the sky, ready to pounce, mouth wide open, tusks eerie, fierce seepage.

The wide open mouth of the pig, is to enter and exit the mountain door of the pig, at the moment the door neatly stood two rows of disciples, wearing black clothes, carrying a long sword, each look serious, apparently waiting for what important people.

Suddenly, the mountain door out of an old man with white hair, the old man's clothes fluttering, calm gait, not even looking at the kneeling Wei Chong, only anxiously looking towards the end of the avenue.

Wei Chong recognized the old man, the old man was the Grand Elder of Pig Mountain, Yi Lord Tian, at this moment he did not care much, rushed over and called out, "Grand Elder, I am Wei Chong, please accept me as your disciple!"

A disciple immediately stepped forward and kicked Wei Chong over, angrily saying, "Get lost!"

Wei Chong fell to the ground, only to feel his body tumbling, his head dizzy, struggling to stand up, his back was violently stepped on by someone's foot, the force of the foot was so great that he could not bear it at all, the whole person was close to the ground, almost fainting.

But a pleasant woman's voice came to his ears: "Yi Lord Tian, who is this person?"

Yi Lord Tian was full of smiles and said respectfully, "Back to the princess, this person has no spiritual roots, yet he wants to cultivate immortality, so he is really stupid, I am planning to drive him away."

That princess puffed a smile, said in a strange voice: "Yi Lord Tian, this princess came here, also did not bring any gifts, just help you, do not be polite!" Said turned around and kicked Wei Chong's waist, Wei Chong was like a meteor, flying straight to hundreds of feet away.

Yi main day slightly raised his right hand, want to say but stop, Wei Chong stalking Fu pig mountain, indeed abominable, but the crime does not deserve to die, the princess this kick, ten Wei Chong will not live, said the purple cloud princess hot and vicious, thus can be seen.

In fact, the purple cloud princess that kick to Wei Chong, has resulted in Wei Chong's life, only Wei Chong dreamed that he would die so easily, die this kind of bag.

Under the hot sun, Du Xiaomai carried a bucket of water, is watering the vegetable garden, suddenly there is a black shadow shaking in front of his eyes, looked up and saw Wei Chong is smashing towards this side, immediately stunned flowers lost color, rushed forward, want to catch Wei Chong, but how can this be done, bang, Wei Chong smashed on the dung cart, dung cart broken, Wei Chong's body bounced a little, fell to the vegetable field.

"Xiang Gong?"

Du Xiaomai lost her soul, staggering towards Wei Chong, Wei Chong's whole body was stained with blood, his face was blue and purple, she leaned down and hugged Wei Chong tightly, only to feel that Wei Chong's body was soft, like a pile of fatty meat, without a bone inside.

Wei Chong's whole body bones are shattered, the internal organs turned into meat paste, the death is unbearable, Du Xiaomai hugged him tightly, tears like rain.

Suddenly Wei Chong opened his eyes and looked at Du Xiaomai blankly, asking, "Who are you? Where is this?"

Du Xiaomai was startled, quickly pushed Wei Chong away, his body shrank back, Wei Chong was obviously dead, how could he suddenly come to life? At this moment, there was no surprise in her heart, only fear.

Wei Chong was lying on the ground, his body trembled, his brain was struck by several lightning bolts, many strange and bizarre memories emerged, family infighting, the death of both parents, spiritual root cultivation immortality, what is all this nonsense?

He was just an ordinary sanitation worker, to clean eight roads, the workload is extremely heavy, but the income is not high, a heavy snowfall, he fought for several days, finally collapsed on the snow, but this woke up, how can have these strange memories?

Also, this frightened beauty in front of him is actually his fiancée?

Wei Chong wanted to roll over and get up, but his body bones fell apart, as soft as toilet paper, he had to beg for help: "Xiaomai, help me up!"

Calm down, Wei Chong bit his tongue hard, the pain did not let him wake up, if this is not a dream, then he is soul wear, this is really bad luck in eight lives, last life as a sanitation worker, exhausted in the snow, soul wear to this weird world, but is a poop-picker, the heavens have no eyes, can still play happily!

"My husband, you're not dead?" Du Xiaodai eyes wide open, astonished, immediately jumped on Wei Chong, lost his voice and cried, from great sorrow to great joy, but a moment, she could no longer support, hissing and venting.

"Xiaodai, let you worry. Why do I stink so much?" Wei Chong is quite helpless, can only accept this reality, the good thing is that there is still Du Xiaodai here, better than in the last life even a girlfriend, pulling out feces on pulling out feces, human life, God is destined, just let nature take its course, but this all stink, or disgusting to the extreme.

Du Xiaomai was crying extremely sad, smiling puff, choked: "smashed the dung car, can not stink?" She broke into tears and laughed, straining to pick up Wei Chong and take him to the bath, as long as Wei Chong is still alive, even if disabled and ruined, she is willing to take care of him for life, if Wei Chong really dies, then she does not know how she should live, probably the best outcome is to go with him!

She helped Wei Chong to the room, for him to undress, and called hot water, carefully wipe the body, the whole process, her face is not red heart, extremely natural, but Wei Chong, bashful cheeks hot, from the beginning to the end, did not look at her.

This is no wonder, after all, he is still a child body, bashful is normal, but Du Xiaomai so natural, so he did not understand, think carefully, then came to a conclusion, Du Xiaomai is too much love Wei Chong, even if not married, but also long ago Wei Chong as her husband, between husband and wife, naturally not so much taboo, Wei Chong would like to tell her, in fact, her husband changed his soul, but finally held back, to this ghost world, around There is her, is already a great fortune in misfortune.

For several days after that, Wei Chong was lying in bed. Although he survived, his bones and muscles were broken and he became crippled, but Du Xiaomai did not abandon him.

Wei Chong's memory, the owner of this body, by taking out feces for money, almost has been unable to support the family, and these days, the meal, there is surprisingly meat, which had to make him suspicious, several times asked, Du Xiaodai are smiling, let him not worry, get well, so Wei Chong more uneasy, Du Xiaodai should not be improved for prostitution, right?

This nagging and uneasy, all day long, troubled Wei Chong, but he did not dare to ask, lest he would be angry away Du Xiaodai, then he would be dead.

This day until dark, Du Xiaodai did not come back, Wei Chong lying in bed, quite anxious, suddenly a strange wind blew open the door, Yin Qi swarmed into the room, freezing him shivering.

"OMG!"

Wei Chong opened his eyes, saw a white shadow standing in front of the bed, and immediately shouted in fear, the white shadow face as white as powder, dressed in white, wearing a white high hat, holding a white wailing stick, is smiling amiably at him, it is the White Impermanence.

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