Song Nan and I made a simple preparation, and then jumped down with the little dragon, and the snakes were densely packed under our feet, at this time it was different from the feeling of falling inadvertently, just kidding, I'm a girl, how can I be scared when I look at this kind of thing. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Especially now that the sun is setting, it is already dark inside the coffin, which makes people always feel creepy, and there will be something hidden in the dark.

I suddenly remembered the blood-colored giant pupil I saw before, whether it was my vision or real, I don't know, but I have a feeling of being in control.

Who is Liu Yishan, what does that ghost have to do with the ancestor of the Song family I saw just now, and why does the ancestor of the Song family have the surname Liu, isn't this a very strange question, ancient Chinese people attached great importance to their names, and they didn't change their names or change their surnames, that's the question, but why did they have the surname Liu.

However, Song Nan kept silent about this matter, so although the soul of gossip was burning, I could only give up.

Song Nan picked up the prepared fire fold, the slight firelight reflected the faces of the two of us, the dim firelight made us look a little gloomy, stepping on the group of snakes, and walked forward, the problem is, I swept the afterglow, and suddenly found a problem!

Cold sweat was dripping down.

Because, I found that the original mural on the wall has now disappeared!

The slightly yellowed walls were filled with firelight, and my face turned pale, and I knew very well that what I had just seen was lifelike, although it reflected the fire of the charm.

Spell?

My expression moved, and I whispered to Song Nan and said, "Brother Nan, you light up the charm." ”

Song Nan nodded, at this time he naturally believed me, lit an ordinary charm, extinguished the fire, and under the slightly bright flame, I saw all kinds of murals again.

It's just that.

Already unrecognizable!

The old man who was originally kind and kind, the elegant and agile fairy, all changed at this time and became a rakshasa ghost!

I couldn't help shaking my body when I looked at it, because this scene was really a bit terrifying, the face was hideous, like hell on earth, the dead turned over, the living died, countless people desperately climbed out of the coffin, stuffed the people above into the coffin, and further down, there was the Yama Hell, countless cauldrons of red soup were boiling, and inside were countless living people!

Desperately climbed up, but the Yama ghost almost poked in with a fork, and he couldn't move.

I watched the cold sweat, this painting is so realistic, it makes people really feel immersive.

However, what makes me feel even more strange is that I can even feel that the snakes are slowly descending, like taking an elevator, layer by layer, we see the hell layer of the ground at first, and gradually the first and second floors and the third floor.

Countless tragic scenes, countless dead people, slowly showing the prototype under our dim firelight, there is a feeling of making people want to vomit, it is too realistic, I want to look away, but I can't do it, like a soul hook, people can't help but look down.

The eighteenth floor of hell is like an upside-down tower, the area is gradually decreasing, and the number of people is also relatively decreasing.

I watched in a terrified way, not knowing where the serpents were going to take us, what was hidden at the bottom of the ground, or what was guiding us.

The little snake regained a little vitality and jumped on my shoulder, its little mung bean-like eyes staring at the wall, hissing, I don't know what it was talking about, but when I was on the seventeenth floor of hell, I actually saw a golden dragon closed!

The five-clawed golden dragon is lifelike, the scales are glowing with golden light, and the majesty is incomprehensible, but there is blood on it, and there is even a person standing on top of the most domineering dragon horns!

You know, it's only the sixteenth floor!

What kind of terrible people are the people being imprisoned below!?

On the seventeenth floor, there is an old man with his eyes closed, but although he is in the painting, the terrifying ferocity on his body is suffocating, it is hard to imagine what kind of killing god this is if he opens his eyes!

Song Nan also looked at it with a cold sweat trickling down, this kind of person is a scourge no matter what era it is, no wonder it will be taller than the dragon protector above.

And what about the next layer?

Who will it be?

Who else qualifies for the eighteen floors of hell?

The group of snakes gradually wriggled, taking us down slowly, I don't know how far we have gone down, but, as we gradually go deeper, I only know that the light has disappeared, only the faint light in our hands, a little terrifying, but also a little expectation, what is hidden in the dark?

Song Nan held my hand, it turned out that it was not only me, his hands were also wet with sweat, indeed, because the things I saw during this time were a little too much, a little scary, there are countless secrets in this world, but there are a few that can be known, maybe now we have slowly come into contact with some.

Time passed little by little, and the last layer of the mural gradually came into our sight.

On the last floor, there was a young man, sitting cross-legged on the ground, with bright eyes and red lips, very delicate.

It's just that the moment we see this look is terrifying! Song Nan gritted his teeth even more!

Because, this person is none other than that! It's Liu Yishan!

This ghostly man was sitting upright in the eighteenth layer of hell, not with a horn of pain like the others, but with a slight smile!

Around him, half of it was raging fire, half of it was freezing cold, and in this harsh environment, he did not have the slightest dissatisfaction, but a faint smile, very happy, and did not feel the slightest pain.

I gasped, this nightmare man was chilling.

Who painted this painting, I was shocked in my heart, and the painting was successful, there are thousands of characters depicted on it, each of whom is in a different form, but they are all vividly portrayed, and the tragic situation is vividly expressed!

Song Nan clenched my hand, looked at the mural, and was silent for a long time, and the snakes also stopped moving, and did not move.

After a long time, Song Nan said to me slowly: "Do you want to hear Liu Yishan's story?" ”