The fire was blazing, piercing the whole body like a sword. Sparks fluttered in all directions. The inner wall of the gourd is still engraved with incomprehensible characters, so I naturally have no intention of studying it at this moment. Seeing the flames rising higher and higher, burning more and more, burning away the skin and flesh, refining the muscles and bones. Finally, it turns into a wisp of green smoke.

See it all!

Shock and fear were in vain, and I didn't think that this tragic death would be seen clearly by myself. The most painful thing is not to burn oneself in flames and penetrate one's heart and bones, but to watch how oneself dies but can't do anything, burning physically and mentally, and having no hope.

Eventually, it became smoke.

I'm afraid I'm dead, light and fluttering, no weight at all, oozing out of the gourd, floating around, uncontrollable.

The scene in front of me is so familiar.

I saw a cry in the production room, and everyone cheered. My mother was weak, and with the last bit of strength in her body, she hugged me as a newborn child and shed tears.

The birth of new things is always gratifying, but the road to growth is always bumpy.

When I was a child, my parents took my brother and me and hid from each other. I remember my father's sigh in the middle of the night when no one was around, and the general rejection of human beings frightened us.

A hut where people are busy, saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, so lively. At that time, it was the period of drooping hair, and under the pampering of his family, he knew that the world was difficult and tortuous. I just remember that the table was so small, there was no place to put one more dish, and it was crooked.

Although poor, he is also happy.

In the Jasper years, my brother and I were in the same school, and after years of hiding, we have blended into the ordinary people. Later, I learned that even if it was the same, it would be ostracized. One person sits in the last row and works alone in a group...... When someone takes the lead in this matter, many people are in agreement. People who were isolated when they were students were lonely, humorous, and buried by loneliness.

It's just that in this world, there is always someone who can warm you and become the driving force for you to move forward. Whether it's family, friends, lovers, or strangers.

Life is moving forward, approaching separation, what friendship is like a flower, and on the road of growth, there is a lot of tolerance. Everyone gathered together as if nothing had happened before. But my brother died because of this!

"In the future, you must be a gentle and kind person, and remember that one of your casual actions may change the life of others. ”

Drink a glass of wine, I will, with my brother's share, better than they all live!

In an instant, it was pitch black.

I have long heard that when people are about to die, they will go through a marquee, look back on everything, from life to death, and go again. How many regrets, I'm afraid I'm a lonely ghost now, what will happen in the next life.

The chains clanged and swayed, and two people floated in front of them, with no ears on the left and no eyes on the right. Could it be that this is here to arrest me? Why is it not the legendary black and white impermanence. They couldn't help but say goodbye, and tied the chain around my neck.

"Two, where are you going?"

Voiceless.

I don't know how long it has been floating, and there are fewer and fewer living creatures along the way, so that it is desolate, even invisible, and the world is silent. Seeing that there was no way, the two of them spun in place, revealing a hole from the bottom, and there was no bottom.

Jumping into the hole, I don't feel like I'm falling, and even ethereal as if I don't feel it. But what is in front of you is different. First the eyes, then the ears, then the nose, then the tongue, then the body, and finally the green light, showing the scene of money, men and women.

Finally, there was a blank space, and the two big words 'Underworld' came into view.

Unlike what I imagined, the underworld is a white world, only the people here are always incomplete, and the things that are missing are either organs or limbs. Look at those souls, my feet can touch the ground, why am I so wandering?

The chains were removed and floated into the temple. Facing a person who looks like an official, with a big belly and two mustaches.

"Huh?"

The mustache glanced at me, full of doubts, and then said, "You die an unusual death, the wandering ghosts you received on weekdays are still there, and you have only one image left." It seems that you can only stay in this underworld, eternal life and eternity."

Suddenly realized, no wonder I can't touch the ground, this is too miserable, and it is more uncomfortable than others to die.

"Uncle Beard, how about you think of a way, I don't want to, are all those who were burned by fire so miserable?!" If this is the case, even if it is death, it should be changed to a different way of death, thinking of this, I am even more annoyed by Yuzhen.

"You mean fire? In this world, only the Red Flame Flame can burn people to the point that there is nothing left of them, leaving no traces. If you are really tortured by this, how can you still keep an image? ”

As I thought about it, all the ghosts knelt on the ground, and the mustache was no exception, and they didn't forget to pull me to kneel and bow my head.

Everyone shouted in unison: "Hades King Gong'an." ”

Looking around, there were more than 100 people on the left and right, and the one in the middle was dressed in a dark purple and gold robe, covered with bright silk and red forging, and wearing white deerskin boots on his feet.

Come to think of it, I'm afraid it's a beautiful man.

End of chapter.