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It is usually referred to as a place where a person goes when they die. This is the place where the lives of all living beings are in charge. All flesh and blood in heaven and earth, after death, their souls will be detained by black and white to the netherworld, and all their good and evil in the yang world will end here. As the saying goes, the living are in the yang, the dead are in the underworld, the yang is a world, and the underworld is a world.

A dimly lit path was filled with unknown black plants, their long, slender, flexible strips of paper that stretched out like the limbs of an octopus, as if trying to explore something. Looking at the past, there are glowing green ghosts everywhere on this road, and only when I get a little closer can I see that the original glowing place is actually their faces, because there are no facial features, the whole is a mysterious green light on it, and they can't see their emotions clearly, or they don't have emotions at all.

The demons slowly led the rows of spirits towards a gate with red flames hanging in front of them, and when they got a little closer, they could hear the wailing and howling coming from inside, and even different degrees of crying. Although there are many ghosts and spirits walking towards this place, their trajectories are like parallel lines that will never intersect, gradually merging towards the same destination.

The souls that follow the ghost are not as expressionless as they are seen in the TV series, the women and men stand in line separately, and some are indeed expressionless, but most of them are looking around left and right, as if they don't know that they are dead, thinking that they are dreaming? Still, I am curious about this new world, and I am also curious about my own arrangements next. Their waists were surrounded by strings of green apertures, which were more like slender vines than normal spell light, and from time to time the stump of their rhizomes would touch some spirits that wanted to poke their heads out or sneak away, but they could hear their loud howls, and the slightest touch of green light on their spirits was as painful as if they were burned by the scorching sun. Therefore, this line of troops looks exceptionally neat, and every soul does not dare to cross the slightest.

And among the many souls, a figure with a buried head is particularly familiar.

Du Mei lowered her head and looked at the road under her feet, to be precise, she couldn't be sure if it was a road, it seemed to be flat but it seemed to be collapsing at any time, she knew that she was dead, and she also knew that this was in the underworld. She couldn't help but think of He Xiang, her son, who looked around many times, but she didn't see her son, the souls in this space were all adults, and there were no children.

The group she was standing stopped and was already waiting to enter the red flame gate that was still far away, and by this time she had heard all kinds of strange sounds coming from inside, many painful sounds, and it felt like a man was holding him on the ground and weeping bitterly.

"What's going on?" The person next to him also heard the voice.

"You'll know what's going on in a minute." A glazed-eyed woman standing on the other side behind Du Mei said faintly.

"Huh? Will I do the same?! The little woman who asked the question looked frightened, because her body was originally illusory, and her face also emitted a faint green light, coupled with such a frightened expression, it was a little scary at first glance. Du Mei thought to herself, maybe she was like this at this time, but unfortunately there was no mirror to let her see what she looked like now, well, she shook her head, fortunately there was no mirror, otherwise she would definitely not be able to accept the current appearance.

"How do I know! I had done a little research before I died, and although what was written in the book was far from the reality, "the expressionless woman took a breath, as if there was really air here, "and when you enter that door, you should know whether to reincarnate or go to ......"

"Where are you going?" The little woman pinched her arm, and the flickering green light in the space flashed, and Du Mei saw a row of dense pinholes on the inside of her arm.

"Purgatory."

Even though it was just a conversation between two spirits, the other spirits around them were all listening quietly, and when the woman finished speaking, everyone stopped moving, and even forgot to blink.

Du Mei gasped, but she felt very dry in her nasal passages, well, it is true that oxygen is no longer needed, and there is no oxygen here. She looked at the spirits in front of the team slowly entering the gate one by one, and her heart was full of mixed feelings.

It turns out that memories don't disappear after a person dies.

She clearly remembers that she just had a drink with her sister who she hadn't seen for a long time, and then went directly to her mother-in-law's house to take her son home. Because of the ectopic pregnancy had to have an abortion, she was very painful in her heart, and no one around her seemed to understand the pain in her heart, although her husband seemed nothing on the surface, and he had been comforting her to have another one when her body was adjusted, but she knew very well that He Jun was very disappointed in her heart and had always wanted a daughter, but because of such an accident, she missed it. So with the comfort of sisters and alcohol, I calmed down a little.

And the memory of being human only stays in, in ...... She remembered that she was sitting on the dresser and wiping skin care products, and suddenly heard her son's cry from the next room, and hurriedly ran over, only to see He Xiang sitting on the bed crying, she walked over to comfort him if he had a nightmare, her son looked at her with wide eyes, and kept shouting "She snatched my sugar" and "She snatched my sugar", just hugged He Xiang into his arms, but he slipped down with a grunt, and ran straight out of the living room, Du Mei chased after him, but when she just walked out of the door of her son's room, The surrounding environment found drastic changes, just in a second, as if in a different dimensional space, surrounded by geometric patterns shining with colorful light, she shouted He Xiang's name while running, but there was a little girl's laughter behind her, she turned to look over, the geometric patterns around her were gone, but the little girl's laughter was covered by more children's laughter, her elbow was bumped, she looked down and saw a little girl in a puffy skirt happily running towards the amusement park in front, although it hit Du Mei, he didn't look back.

Du Mei looked at all this in front of him in horror, and there were countless question marks in his mind, what was going on? Wasn't he still in his own house just now? Why is it outdoors now? And at the door of an unfamiliar amusement park?

What's going on?

She looked around nervously, none of the countless faces were recognized, her body was pushed forward by a strange force, she wanted to look back but there was no one behind her, but He Jun was standing in front of her, he was looking at the child sitting on the merry-go-round, Du Mei shouted He Jun's name loudly, but he didn't seem to hear her call, she wanted to go to He Jun's side, and the parents and children after the merry-go-round were bustling between them, Du Mei looked vigorously in the direction of He Jun, But he was no longer to be seen.

The sound of the hands swinging in my head sounded, and the world fell silent.

The amusement park disappeared in an instant, probably in the blink of an eye, and Du Mei began to have a headache, and with the pain in her limbs, she had to fall to the ground, and she covered her ears with both hands, as if the sound of the pointer would disappear and her pain would disappear. Immediately after, she felt as if something was running out of her body, tearing at every inch of her skin, as if it would be torn apart in the next second. The energy slowly began to disintegrate, and began to disappear from every corner of her body, only a loud "bang" was heard, and an extremely piercing roar immediately invaded her eardrums, and the pain in her body disappeared, that is, in a few seconds, all the noise disappeared, and silence was restored again.

Du Mei slowly got up from the ground, and as soon as she stood up straight, she was hit again by a little girl who came out of nowhere, and before she could look back, she heard screams around her, and she lowered her head, but the scene in front of her made her vest cold.

The woman in her pajamas had her head buried in the ground, her right hand hanging stiffly on her back, and she could twist it like a puppeteer. Red blood slowly oozed from around the woman's body, and although her hair was dirty and covered her head, she could clearly see it.

Isn't this person lying in a pool of blood himself!

It's yourself.

And then what was even more shocking was that He Xiang, his own son, his precious son, was lying not far from her, his head had been deformed, his whole body was covered in blood, and he could even see what should have existed in his body next to him.

The crowd around them scurried, and slowly more people began to appear, but everyone did not dare to get a little closer to the women and children lying on the ground, Du Mei saw the people around him clearly, many familiar faces, all of whom were often seen in the community.

She shouted loudly to them for help, but no one seemed to be able to hear her, like He Jun in the amusement park, she stretched out her hand and went directly through the shoulder of the man next to her. She couldn't even touch him, she couldn't touch his body!

……

"I'm so scared!" The little woman began to choke up just now, she watched the spirit in front of the group slowly decrease, and began to get nervous, and Du Mei, who was interrupted, came back to her senses and glanced at the little woman.

No one echoed her, after all, here, people are dead, no longer like the yang world, no need to cater to no need to agree or oppose, in that space with sun and air, people whose hearts will pound are pursuing what they want and trying to change themselves to adapt to the world, but here, no one knows what they want, no, it should be a soul.

Du Mei silently shed tears, but what slipped out of the corners of his eyes was not tears, but drops of almost transparent medium, which disappeared as soon as he touched them.

Beyond the flickering space waiting to enter the Judgment Gate, there was a swamp glowing with a faint green light, and in a silent, dark corner near it, a pink and golden light lit up, and the beam disappeared after two figures appeared. I saw two people in black cloaks quickly flash forward, and in an instant, the figure appeared from the end of the swamp to a location that was not easy to notice, relatively close to the gathering place of the souls.

"So many ghosts!" Wushui said softly in Chu Shan's ear, and his eyes were looking around at the same time.

Chu Shan didn't respond to Wushui's words, she stepped forward a little, moved the gauze covering her face, and her eyes lit up with a shallow white light, which was very small, so the whole field of vision was like a telescope, and there were many souls standing in front of her waiting to enter the red flame gate, and she searched carefully.

"Do you know what Du Mei looks like?" A sentence came out unexpectedly without water cooling.

"I don't know," Chu Shan didn't mean to find Du Mei first, "Did you see that?" Those whose faces glow with a glowing green light are onicha. ”

"I know, I've been here once before," Wushui remembered the last time he fought with the onicha, and although their spiritual power was weak, it was not easy to deal with.

"Right now, even if you find Du Mei, you can't rush over directly," Chu Shan thought about it, "Now they are waiting to enter the courtroom, we have to find a way to sneak in first, confirm who Du Mei is, and only after the result of her trial can we make plans." ”

"So, how do we sneak in?" Wushui is more concerned about this problem, after all, it's not a place where you can go in if you want to, and there may be some more powerful boss in the courtroom. "Could the Yama King be in there?"

"It shouldn't be," this Chu Shan is more certain, after all, it is not a difficult grievance to deal with, and under normal circumstances, His Royal Highness the King of Yama will not appear.

"Why don't we fly in as flies?"

"Will there be flies here?" Although he didn't look at the waterless, Chu Shan really admired her idea in his heart. Fly......

"It's also ha," Wushui pondered for a moment, "so what's going to become?" You can't turn into a wisp of green smoke and float in! ”

"Great idea!" This proposal is indeed good, now the main thing is how to enter the courtroom is more troublesome, if you really go in and find a place to hide, it will be relatively easy, "We will turn into green smoke and drift in, and find a suitable place to hide after entering." ”

"Huh?!" This is just a metaphor that has no brains at all, and it actually got Chu Shan's approval, and Wushui pouted, "Qingyan?" "It hasn't really changed.

"Hmm," Chu Shan turned around, flicked his fingers, and a pink ball of light dotted on Wushui's eyebrows, and in an instant she became transparent, and then gave birth to a wisp of green smoke, Chu Shan also tapped his forehead with his fingers, and the two green smoke floated from the corner to the gate of the red flame without saying a word.

"Su Miao, please take a step forward." The little woman stood timidly from the crowd of souls, her eyes flickering, looking ahead with fear and worry, and the steps facing her were obscured by a light black veil, and although she could not see very clearly, the silhouette of her who sat at the end of the sitting, I don't know whose silhouette was obvious.

The little woman was pushed to the ground by the ghost, so nervous that she forgot about the need to kneel, "Yes, I am, I am Su Miao." "If the soul can still sweat, I believe this little woman should be sweating profusely.

"89 years old, born at the time of Mao, unmarried." Standing on the side of the steps, the ghost who looked like an official stood up with a thick notebook, and his voice was loud and powerful.

"How did you die?" The voice of the person behind the curtain is unusually thick and strong compared to this ghost official, with a strong magnetic force, as if he can be sucked by his voice even closer.

"Death from drug overdose." The ghost officer replied.

"No, I don't want to die, I'm ready to quit, so I want to play like this again, and I won't be next time." The little woman cried out, as if realizing that such a cause of death would not allow her to be reincarnated easily, only to see the transparent medium on her face rolling down.

Du Mei, who was standing in the back, looked at it, and of course, the expressions of the other souls except her were very complicated. In another corner where almost no one noticed, two subtle lights were looking around, because it was also dark, and the black clothes could hardly notice it here, and Wushui held his breath, for fear that a little hard opening his mouth would attract the attention of any ghost in the lobby. Of course, especially the one sitting behind the curtain, she regretted it a little since she came in, and now it was the famous King Yama who was sitting at the front of the lobby!

"Is the family still alive?" King Yama ignored the little girl's words and continued to ask.

"My parents are still alive and have been laid off, and I have a 15-year-old brother." The ghost official closed the notebook in his hand and nodded slightly behind the curtain.

"I was really wrong, I regret it, I know it's too late to regret it now, but I really want to change." The little woman cried hoarsely, and now she finally understood what she had heard before she entered.

"Su Miao, be quiet, we won't be so easy to decide." The ghost official looked coldly at the woman kneeling on the ground, and his loud voice became cold.

"Give her a reply." King Yama said lightly, without a trace of emotion.

"Okay." As he spoke, the ghost official walked over to the little girl, and out of nowhere, he had already taken out something similar to a pill that shone with a white glow, and he stood in front of the woman named Su Miao and stretched out his hand. "Dying from drugs is a chronic suicide and a form of self-harm, and it is normal to go to purgatory to serve your sentence, and now you are given a chance, everything is in your heart." The thing that flashed with the white pill slowly flew from the ghost official's palm to the girl's eyes, "You hold it." In an instant, the white pill spread and wrapped around the woman's head, and the little woman unconsciously closed her eyes.

"What is this?" Wushui's eyes widened in curiosity.

"It's called Huiding." Chu Shan took Wushui's hand so that she could hear the voice in her heart directly. "It will enter the soul and hallucinate in the spirit, and the fantasy will appear directly on the curtain."

"What will happen?" A big question mark popped up in Wushui's heart.

"You'll understand it after reading it." With Chu Shan's words, Wushui looked in the direction of the curtain.