"Where am I from, and what is it that worries me?!"

Jiang Changan's heart suddenly felt like a knife, his mind was foggy, he seemed to remember something, but it was fleeting, his heart seemed to have penetrated a hole, which could not be made up, and he didn't know where to go.

He seemed to be in an abyss where he couldn't see his fingers, and an ancient stone door carved from blood-like red stone stood ten zhang away, it was a hundred zhang high, fifty chapters wide, and the door was embossed with two evil ghost heads, with green fangs and fangs, and the fierce face was revealed!

There were two three-headed demon dogs sitting on either side, their bodies were like lava poured, flames were used as armor around their sides, and the tongues of the three heads hung down to the ground, spitting out grains of sparks.

Six pairs of eyes were staring at him viciously, their hind hooves and claws fiddling with the stone slabs, and if it weren't for the thick chains engraved with runes, they would have broken him to pieces.

"Where is this?"

It seems that in the strange ancient period, there were all kinds of strange beasts in the abyss, and no matter how strong and huge the monster beasts were, they were as humble as dust in front of this stone gate.

The faint aqua blue fluorescence wanders here, and if you look closely, every bit of blue light is a soul, and thousands of souls are like mayflies.

"I think I've been here before!"

He suddenly remembered that he did not belong to this world, and that the world he had lived in had endless streets, everlasting neon lights, four vehicles that could travel thousands of miles a day, machines that took to the skies to travel the world, ferries, and airplanes.

At that time, he was not called Jiang Chang'an, he was an orphan, and he was a young man with no house, no car and no wife, not to mention that in that world of faces, he had to look good and mediocre, and the only achievement was that he was admitted to a good Chinese medicine college in the province with the last place in the score line.

All this is about to end early at the age of nineteen, which is in the prime of life, because of this accident.

In order to save a little girl who ran a red light, he was hit by an unlicensed car and woke up dying.

"Drip-"

He remembered that he had seen the green electrocardiogram pressed into a straight line with his own eyes, and there was only a trace of unwillingness left in his heart-

"Lao Tzu is still a virgin......"

Not only that, Jiang Chang'an has thousands of fragmented pictures in his mind, and he also has different appearances in this picture, playing different roles and occupations, and in a trance, it seems that he has passed several lives and hundreds of eras.

And all of these have a strange thing in common - they never live to be twenty years old.

"Heavenly Remnant!" the word popped into his mind again.

"Strange, why do I think of these four words in my mind for the first time? What is a Heavenly Broken Body? Ah......hhhhh

It seems that there are countless insoluble knots blocking the heart pulses, which are difficult to unblock, and thousands of them converge in one place and condense into one final problem-

"Who am I? Who am I?"

Who am I?

Jiang Changan looked around blankly, and this time even the three-headed hell dog who was guarding the door stopped paying attention to him.

He couldn't even think about this most basic question, only to see that the white clothes on his body were in tatters, as if he had experienced a life and death experience, but in front of him he was unusually calm.

Alone, his brain was in chaos, but Jiang Changan didn't give up, he kept asking himself this question, who is he?

Thinking to no avail, he set his eyes on the fire paint ghost head stone door again, since there is no concern, why be afraid?

"What's going on? Where is this?"

The dark twilight of the abyss retreated at the moment of stepping into the stone gate, and the world in front of him was purple and red, like the sunset like blood, full of bright red, fluttering thousands of stacks of colorful clouds, faintly thousands of red mist.

Thousands of strange roads between heaven and earth converge in a small road, leading to the front, and I am standing on this muddy road with no end in sight.

Not far away, you can vaguely see the back of a layman ten meters away.

"I'm ...... Is this the Netherworld?"

At the end of the distance as far as the eye can reach, you can see the clouds hanging on the ground, the black fog is misty, the smoke and dust are rolling, the fire is soaring, it is not the real firelight, but a lantern hung by the faint green ghost fire, thousands of lights are hung on the top of a city ten miles away, roughly outlining the appearance of the city, Geng Geng's eaves fly monster heads, Huihui tile stacks of mandarin duck pieces, the yin wind is sassy, the black fog is diffuse, the city is half hidden and half hidden, only to see the endless majestic and tall.

At the top of the giant door with hundreds of mahogany copper nails, there is a huge plaque with glittering gold, but it is difficult to see what words are written on the plaque.

Whatever is written, it seems that it is in the underworld for now.

Jiang Changan smiled bitterly, why did he die this time? Thinking that it should be the crippled body of the day, it is really like the countless times that he has experienced, and he still has not escaped the curse of the crippled sky.

I don't know if it's the reason why the perception of fear also decreases after death, he saw this kind of scene, actually

There wasn't much fear, just plainness in my heart, like a dull one without desire.

After walking for a while, you can vaguely see a raised arch bridge in front of you, spanning the raging river.

There were millions of corpses in the river, their bodies and bodies were corroded by the yellow river water into rotten and routed rotten flesh, their hair and teeth were completely lost, and only a pair of skin and bones remained, crawling over the thousands of corpses under them like grass and trees, trying in vain to swim to the other side. But before they could get close to the shore, hundreds of golden lights burst out from both sides of the river, transforming into human and ghost statues, holding a golden whip in one hand and a three-headed hellhound in the other.

Hundreds of hellhounds jumped up and plunged into the raging river waves, biting the wreckage of the desperate struggle into powder, and the tragic and terrible howls became a small embellishment of this Shura hell.

Continue to a stone bridge across the river, the bridge is covered with terrifying vines, just looking desolate and gloomy, and the river bank under the bridge is densely covered with red light, and if you carefully distinguish it, you can see the delicate mandala flower sea like the blazing sun.

At the end of the stone bridge, you can see a young woman who looks like a flower and jade waiting in front of her, with a table and stool in front of her, a dozen jade bowls, and a pot of delicacies and fragrant soup, and her numb sense of smell is teased by the violent stimulation at this moment.

In the past, the souls were all lined up in a team, and they successively picked up the jade bowl and drank the soup, slammed the jade bowl on the ground and threw it to a pulp, and then continued to move forward like a walking corpse.

Finally, he came to the woman, and couldn't help but be deeply attracted by this appearance, the skin is like clotted fat, the fingers are like green jade, the eyes are like autumn water, the eyebrows are like thick waves, and the indescribable infinite affection and honey are intertwined, and the beauty is not enough to describe her.

She brought a bowl of soup and smiled like a flower: "Guest officer, this bowl is a 'jade bowl', also called desire, drink this bowl of soup, and then smash this bowl with your own hands, you will give up all your desires, all the good and bad things, let it all be written off......

Jiang Changan instinctively stretched out his hand, but suddenly heard a soft call in his ear, as if the wind was supporting the willows, and the warm sun was warm:

"Call Brother Flower......"

That hand stopped suddenly, and his expression changed suddenly!

ps: I worked overtime until 10:53, and I did this for two weeks in a row, and I wrote this chapter until now, and I was still in the company at the moment of issuance. When I get home in half an hour, I will stay up late and continue to update, but I may not send it in the early morning, and I will send it at noon tomorrow, and there will be three more tomorrow if there is more time.