However, this possibility is too low, when he is a human being, he is not a person who eats with his face, let alone after he dies, and with a miserable and unwilling face, he is very ordinary in hell, and even he himself sometimes can't tell the difference.
Pinning the hope of bad luck on looking up at the sky is simply a joke, Hades has the same preferences as ordinary people, no matter how ugly and beautiful it is, it must first have characteristics, otherwise there is no hope at all.
In order to inherit the craftsmanship left by the older generation, Dashan must not give up, he is the last line of defense, if it also collapses, the No. 38 oil pot will definitely have a huge disaster.
Swimming to the east, there was a team of joke scripts, and he took a lot of effort to join in, and he had to report on time or he would lose a lot.
When I came to the team, everyone was thinking about things with their eyes closed, and they didn't have the soul to pay attention to it, and there was no movement, a day passed, a year passed, and ten years passed.
The progress of the whole team is very slow, maybe there will be a little bit of a harvest when the next new person arrives, and the brains have been burned dry, but there is still not a single joke.
Maybe telling their broken mood will become a joke, but it's a little too casual, as a joke book, you have to show some majesty and dignity, otherwise you always feel that there is less flesh in your body.
Originally, there were a few good ideas, but seeing the faces of all colleagues and the breathless atmosphere on the scene, Dashan's mind was blank, and he had already forgotten the thoughts just now.
As soon as I came to the No. 38 oil pot, I was fortunate to be treated by an elder under his name, and then I began to learn the skills of writing joke books for a short time, and I remember that it should have only been about 300 years.
After completing his studies, he mixed very well in the first ten years, and countless souls admired and worshipped, and in order to listen to a joke, he promised his daughter who never existed to Dashan, and the atmosphere at that time was obvious.
Now that I think about it, I can't help but smile, but unfortunately the glory is gone, and he will also get old, and his brain will become very useless.
Until a hundred years have passed, when the joke team has dispersed, there has not been a single joke, and everyone is expressionless, and the current situation has long been expected.
If you come up with it, that's the real miracle, since it's been a peaceful 100 years, then we will meet again in a year, and we will simply come to 200 years.
The flame of everyone collecting firewood is high, but the problem is that each family picks it up and uses it for their own use, and the so-called crowd meaning is too unobvious, I am afraid that it is a word that was only circulated in the tribal era.
It was very desperate to return to the original position of the oil pot, where there were the most bubbling and round, and it was specially prepared for the master of writing jokebooks, and others were not qualified to enjoy it at all.
The problem is that no one expects it, anyway, as long as you look around, it will definitely be better, but the two points are not those useless things, so I raised my head, and there was a bit of charm against the background of the golden hot oil.
What is the use of jokes, Dashan has been thinking about this serious question, and in the end there is no answer, but a heart is definitely only born for jokes.
The current position is not the best proof, as long as the pay will definitely be rewarded, it is a matter of how much, even if more may not be good, even if it is less, it is the sky falling, as long as it is neutralized, there should be less resentment.
I began to think back to the scene when I first entered the oil pot, when the master personally came forward to comfort him, and saw his talent, and directly accepted him as a closed disciple.
I have never felt that that time was so beautiful, it turns out that not only people, but even soul bodies can live.
It's a pity that in order to pursue the limit of jokes, the old man of the master began a long temptation of the oil pot, and the sea of oil boiling at the end of the sight is estimated to have seen the master and others for the rest of his life.
"There it is!"
A flash of lightning appeared in his mind, and the mountain laughed wildly, and a generation of joke masters was about to set sail again, and soon the joke had taken shape, and it was to summon thousands of souls quickly.
Seeing the master so confident, the souls finally recalled the original feeling, if there was no mountain, it is estimated that the entire time would have been regressed by more than ten years. is so tormented every day, without the nourishment of jokes, I am afraid that my soul will have already disappeared.
From the bottom of my heart, I respect the master of jokes, and everyone begins to bow and worship, maybe time can be fast-forwarded for more than ten years, but it can be regarded as a lot of thoughts.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Dashan swam to the center of the soul gathering place with his head held high, and saw several familiar figures, who were the team members who wrote the jokebook.
When the mountain turned around, the whole city was silent, and there was no sound except for the sound of boiling.
After seeing how much of it has not gone through such a big scene, Dashan's heart is beating non-stop, and countless eyes are staring at it, which is very uncomfortable, and even wants to flee the scene directly.
However, he can't do this, as a master of professional joke writing, some obsessions can't be thrown away at all, and now is the time to perform, the moment to interpret the true meaning with life.
"When I just got out of the oil pot, when the pain collapsed, an old man appeared, with his kindness to save me from the pain, at that time I was very confused, after all, for the first time when the soul did not understand many things, thanks to the old man's guidance, and accepted me as an apprentice, since then we have lived a peaceful and happy life.
When I finished my studies, Master was stuck in a bottleneck and decided to pursue the highest level of jokes, so he left this oil pot area.
Five years, ten years, or a hundred years, I don't remember how long it has been, but one thing is certain, Master must not find the limit of jokes, because there has never been such a thing, Master just has a long-term affection for me, so he will leave under the guise of it, in fact, it is to relieve the affection in his heart, but it is a pity that he has a good apprentice, and an apprentice with a better brain!
” After hearing this, the surrounding souls were all dumbfounded, and they seemed to be very frightened, it can really be said that the aristocratic circle is really chaotic, not that these little souls can understand.
I also feel intoxicated to tell jokes, break through the good feeling of self, and completely ignore the strange atmosphere around me.
Dashan seems to have returned to spending his days with Master, that time was very good, the two of them are like father and son, and now they are just writing a joke with their names, hoping that Master can understand him, after all, there is no limit to jokes.
Whether the joke is good or bad, the souls still don't come up with a decision, and finally the answer is one question: are you willing to listen to the so-called joke for another twenty years?
In the end, the result was very unanimous, and all the souls voted in favor, and some even let out wild words, even if it was 100 years, I will listen to you.