Chapter 2 — Even Hell Can't Stop You

His lips lightly brushed my fingertips for a moment — my whole body trembled as if I'd been electrocuted. … You're being seductive like this, is it reasonable?! But the next second, I just wanted to tear that damn mouth apart. Lam Viet chewed slowly, his jaw moved slightly, he raised his chin slightly, his eyes looked down at me provocatively and mockingly: "Assistant Phuong seems to be very experienced in these things. Then I want to ask... what is it that makes you refuse to be human, and must become... a female ghost?" Me: “…” …I swear, if looks could kill, he would have died again. A few male demons passing by heard that sentence and looked at me strangely. I gritted my teeth and cursed in my heart: "Go away, you idiot! I kindly comforted you, but you bring this up to humiliate me. Are you still human?!" I almost put a whole bowl of grilled octopus on his head, but thinking about the amount of money I bet on to win... well, what a pity, I turned away, not bothering to accept. While I was frustrated, there was suddenly chaos ahead. Someone shouted: "Get away! Get away quickly! The car's brakes are gone!" Before I could react, a screaming motorcycle rushed straight towards me. In my head, I said "bang": • Seconds ago: "Damn! I didn't dodge in time, I'm about to be stabbed to death again!" • Seconds later: "Oh but wait... am I already dead? Well... that's all." Right at the moment when a thousand pounds hung by a thread, a strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me hard to one side. The entire box of grilled octopus fell to the ground, rolling around. Lam Viet frowned tightly, raising one hand towards the approaching motorbike. Just seeing a blast of cold air, the car suddenly stopped, standing incredibly still. … But… My grilled octopus… My money, how much money did I win!!! Lam Viet still hugged my waist tightly, so close that I could feel his cold breath in my ear, his voice sternly screaming: "Are you stupid?! Don't know how to avoid it?!" Hey, I'm not convinced! I tried with all my strength to pry his hand away, but Lam Viet seemed to be deliberately opposing me, determined not to let go. That's fine, the gentleman speaks without taking action. I tilted my head back and coldly responded: "You're the stupid one! I'm dead, now I've become a ghost, what else are you afraid of?!" Lam Viet sighed softly, his voice was low and helpless: "The rules of the underworld that were given to you, you haven't read them, right? Ghosts in the underworld are just like people in the earthly world... If you die again, your soul will disperse and completely disappear, from then on you will no longer exist in this world." Me: “…” Oh wait, what?! Is that so?! I stood there, my mind blank. But... that book "Infernal Affairs" is as thick as two dictionaries combined, who has the time to read it?! I secretly turned to glance at Lam Viet's angry and worried face. My heart suddenly jumped. So… here comes the important question: “Are you… very afraid that I will disappear?” As if I had poked at a weak point, Lam Viet was stunned for a moment, then immediately let go, a vague panic appeared in the bottom of his eyes, but he quickly hid it. He avoided my suspicious eyes, his face was serious, his voice was monotone: "I just don't want to see ghosts encounter things in front of me. If it were anyone else, I would will save.” Having finished speaking, without giving me time to react, he stuffed a handful of money into my hand and nonchalantly said: "Go buy some grilled octopus and bring it back to me." Then he turned and left, his tall and thin figure gradually disappearing among the crowd of people in the underworld market. I stood in place, holding the money tightly, looking after him, suddenly feeling... extremely confused. I didn't read "Infernal Affairs" carefully, but I flipped through the first page. First page - First Article: "Wherever the demon goes is predestined, the King of Hell is not allowed to interfere in any accident that is bound to happen." … Meaning, just now, he knew the rules, but still intentionally saved me?! 3 The money Lam Viet gave me was enough to buy ten bowls of grilled octopus, but I only bought two bowls, the rest was used to buy other snacks, and by the way, I called a car to go straight to his house. Speaking of which, this was the first time I experienced the joy of working people with "power": Just show your business card, say one word "Special assistant of the King of Hell" and the driver wouldn't dare take money. The underworld also has "priority rights" like this, I... like it very much! This is my first time going to the King of Hell's private home. Oh my god, calling it a villa is a bit modest, it should be called a palace. Living alone in a house as big as this whole district... isn't it scary?! I carried all kinds of snacks, shook my head and sighed, then rang the doorbell. In less than a minute, the door opened. Lam Viet appeared. But... not like the look just now. His face was pale, his lips were bloodless, looking like a ghost. The solemn and majestic aura at the market... disappeared completely. At first, I planned to put my things down and leave immediately, because I had an appointment with Anh Hon's room sister to drink milk tea. But Lam Viet didn't seem to intend to let me go. He just glanced at me, then turned and walked into the house, not even bothering to close the door. … Okay, I'm the King of Hell, I'm the biggest. If you don't chase me, I won't go. The house is big, the living room is bigger than the parliamentary hall. Lam Viet sat sideways on the sofa, in front of him was a pile of documents as high as a mountain, still handling work. I tiptoed into the kitchen, put the food on the table, I couldn't even stand, I couldn't even sit. Not knowing what to do, I quietly observed him. Waited five minutes… There was no movement. Waited ten minutes… Still silent. Finally, I opened my mouth very softly and cautiously asked: "Boss... if there's nothing, I... go first, okay?" Lam Viet leaned heavily on the sofa, one hand covering half of his face, not saying a word. … How strange. He didn't say anything, so I took it as tacit agreement and immediately tiptoed towards the door. I was about to open the door when I felt something wrong in my head. That's not right... something's wrong. But I haven't figured out where the problem lies. Through several interactions, I have come to understand Lam Viet's personality. Cold on the outside, complicated on the inside, plus a tendency to keep secrets. If you're willing to let me go so easily... There's definitely a problem! I turned around, stood at the door and shouted loudly: "Boss?! Hades?! Lam dog?! Big brother Lam?!” … No one responded. It's gone. I rushed back in, took his hand away, and almost left my soul: Lam Viet's face was red, his eyebrows were furrowed, his breathing was rapid, he looked extremely painful. I trembled and touched his forehead — it was hot! Wait wait wait… Pluto… can also have a fever?! If you get a fever to the point of "death" again, won't it be... you will lose your soul? disappear from this world?! … Not good. We absolutely cannot let you die again! I quickly helped him into the room. As soon as I stepped through the door, I screamed - This guy suddenly jumped up, pressed me against the wall, and conveniently slammed the door shut! The distance was so close that my heart skipped a beat. Before I could calm down, Lam Viet's eyes scared me and made me shiver. {Read the full story at Van Ha Tuong page} His eyes were dim, reflecting the weak light, filled with chaotic fog. His whole body leaned against the wall with his arms, almost pressing against me. He was obviously very weak but stubbornly used his strength to hold me back. "Just now... what did you call me? Lam dog? Big brother Lam?" His hot breath blew onto my nose, making it itchy and itchy, but I didn't dare move. The distance between the two of them... was less than half a fist. In my heart I screamed, "Damn!" What should be heard is deaf, what should not be heard is engraved word by word! But now is not the time to argue with him. Most importantly... you must persuade him to lie down and rest first. I gritted my teeth and pretended to be calm: "No... you heard wrong. I called you boss. Your fever is very high, let me help you get to bed and rest." Who would have thought that Lam Viet would not listen, but instead shortened the distance even more. If I just tilt my head slightly... my lips will touch. His entire face was red, his breathing was rapid, his mind was vague, yet he was stubborn: "I don't want to hear you call me 'boss'." I tilted my head to avoid it, both wary and uneasy: "So... what do you want me to order?" Lam Viet bowed low, his voice hoarse, his breath hot: "A Viet. You should... call me A Viet." I was startled, my heart shook violently, I raised my head to face his eyes: "Why... why?" At that moment, cold sweat broke out on Lam Viet's forehead, his eyes were vague as if he were drowning in memories. He shook his head continuously, his lips moving slightly: "I... don't know..." Then his whole body collapsed on top of me, completely losing strength.