Chapter 3 — Even Hell Can't Stop You

I breathed a sigh of relief, quickly helped him put him on the bed, and pulled the blanket over him carefully. While accidentally holding his hand, I discovered... His palm was full of red burns, as if burned, there was no blood, but just looking at it made me feel a sharp pain in my heart. Could it be... that this is the consequence of you saving me just now, going against the law and being betrayed? And… “A Viet.” That… is what I used to call my boyfriend. Looking at his sleeping face, exactly like Lam Viet in memory, I suddenly felt a stir in my heart. Even though reason whispers reminders: “He… can't be that person.” But my heart... didn't listen. 4 As soon as I opened my eyes, I immediately met Lam Dog's eyes, almost losing my soul. “Are you awake?!” Lam Viet was still looking at me, waving his hand that I had bandaged tightly like banh chung, his voice hoarse: "This... you did?" I nodded like a chicken pecking rice, then, with tears and snot running down my nose, I told him a touching story of "a demonic woman saving the King of Hell", adding salt and salt as if I was the "hero saving the beautiful man". After listening, the corners of Lam Viet's lips curled up slightly, his mood seemed much better. Not only that, he also generously asked: "Whatever you want, I will reward you." My eyes lit up, my brain immediately ran at full speed: • Give me a billion yin coins to become the number one rich woman in the underworld? - Impossible. • Let me be the King of Hell? - Impossible. • Then… call me “daddy”? — Think again and again, see a heavy loss, give up. For a while, I couldn't really think of what I wanted, so I just laughed it off: "Okay... let's pay the debt first." Lam Viet was in a good mood, rarely generous, but he nodded in agreement. After that day, I continued to wander through the days of working in the underworld, and gradually understood the nature of King Lam Diem. This guy... is truly a difficult devil to serve: • He is cruel and merciless in judging souls. • But serving you is more difficult than going to heaven. Compared to my "A Viet" when I was alive - gentle, warm, always pampering me - it is truly a world of difference. But... you're actually not bad to me. For example, right now, I was chatting with some female ghosts during work hours, when Lam Viet walked by carrying a stack of documents. He just glanced at me and then went straight to the printer without saying a word. As for me, with the nature of being a "big socialite", in less than a week I became friends with the entire department. Why should I gossip? I'm number one. "Hey, do you guys know anything about the King of Hell? Any hot news?" A female devil covered her mouth and smiled: "I'm not sure. He works, works and only works every day. He always likes to be alone and rarely interacts with anyone." Another female ghost sighed: "I admit, King of Hell is the most handsome ghost in the underworld. Many female ghosts have liked him, but..." "Speaking of which, you are indeed lucky, Assistant Phuong. Last time he recruited a special assistant, he chased away dozens of beautiful female ghosts, only choosing you." I listened and smiled wryly: This blessing... do you want anyone to take it? I just want to finish my work quickly so I can reincarnate! Thinking about reincarnation, I immediately asked: "Hey, does every ghost write down notes when reincarnated?" The sisters nodded: "Yes, everything is recorded in the Book of Reincarnation, but only the King of Hell has the right to see it." … Hearing this, my eyes lit up like lights phase. Okay then. Lam Viet owes me a "devil's favor", isn't the opportunity coming? I can use that "grace" as a condition to ask whether my A Viet has been reincarnated or not. Thinking about it, I rushed straight to Pluto's office. Knock knock knock. “Come in.” I pushed the door and walked in. Inside, Lam Viet was concentrating on staring at the files on the table, not raising his head. The space was so quiet that I could clearly hear the gentle tapping of a pen. I stood for a moment, hesitantly scratching my cheek. Now… saying this… is a bit of a bad time, isn't it? I stood in front of my desk, cleared my throat and said: "King of Hell... I've thought of a reward." Lam Viet raised his eyes slightly, flipped through the file, and said indifferently: "Say." I took a deep breath and seriously opened my mouth: "That's... can you help me look up a person, a male demon... with the same name as you, who died about two years ago, see... has he reincarnated yet?" … No sound. The office is eerily quiet. I thought he didn't hear me, so I was about to repeat it again. As a result, before he could open his mouth, Lam Viet suddenly stood up, put the file in the desk drawer, and said in a faint voice: "The pawn shop is having an auction today, come with me to take a look." Me: “…” Ah… Talking to me… is not the same as talking to the wall. Hades Pawn Shop Hades had no day or night, but today the pawn shop was crowded with demons, noisy and jostling, like a Black Friday fair. Before I could step in, Lam Viet grabbed my wrist and reminded me in a deep voice: "The crowd here is mixed, many demons mixed in, walk close to me, be careful not to be caught eating." Me: “…” You are the biggest evil here, boss. Of course, I only dared to curse these words in my heart. On the surface, he had to obediently nod and act as a devoted assistant: "Yes~ King of Hell is right~ I will stick by you." The auction took place, and the first few items were nothing special. It's full of spirit stones, jade pendants, and random antiques... After less than ten minutes of watching, my eyelids were already tearing up. As for Lam Viet, he still leisurely sat and enjoyed tea, with a leisurely expression, as if waiting for something important. Finally, it's the final auction item. The host on the stage deliberately colored and smiled meaningfully: "This last dish... the best of the best! Starting price: one million yen yuan!" I rolled my eyes: Mom, what is so terribly expensive?! Immediately, my sleepiness disappeared and my spirit turned on drama waiting mode. Lam Viet is still... calm as if nothing. Only thing... his eyes were slightly closed, as dark as the bottom of the sea, reflecting the flickering light. How does it feel? Ah… Like a hunter staring at his prey. From behind, four demon athletes together pushed out an iron cage, covered with a thick black cloth. The host smiled mysteriously and slowly pulled down the cloth — Inside was... A male devil so beautiful that it was against the heavens. Exquisite facial features, thin pale lips, long narrow eyebrows, eye color... dark purple, cold but strange, like an elf stepping out of an ancient painting. Oh my god, this beauty... will definitely cause chaos in the auction room. Sure enough, a few rich female ghosts in front immediately shouted: "One million!" “One and a half million!” The sound of bidding echoed throughout the pawn shop, becoming more and more intense. From one million, two million... then straight up to ten million yen, still no sign stop. It can be seen that that purple-eyed male ghost... is truly top quality. I put my chin on my hand and silently thought to myself: "Even though I can't buy it, looking at it a few more times will be enough." At that moment, a low voice came from next door: "What's so beautiful and so scary to look at?" I immediately reflexively blurted out: "It's beautiful! It's so beautiful!" …Wait? Wait wait wait?! That… seems to be the voice of the King of Hell? I turned my head and saw Lam Viet lazily leaning back on the chair, wearing a white shirt and black pants, one hand lightly tapping the chair's armrest, looking at me indifferently. His eyes narrowed slightly, the corner of his mouth raised dangerously, in the bottom of his eyes... a gleam of warning. … This type of hidden jealousy is exactly like my A Viet when he was alive. Plus the face looks exactly the same, making me so confused that I almost faint. Because I was so stressed, I instinctively spit out a comforting sentence: "No... not as beautiful as A Viet, A Viet is the most beautiful." … The air was silent. Lam Viet and I stood still for three seconds. A vague red streak quickly spread to his cheeks, he immediately turned away and said nothing more. I just realized that I accidentally called "A Viet", my heart felt like someone was squeezing it, and I immediately decided to take this opportunity to ask about reincarnation. But before he could speak, Lam Viet stood up.