After death, the soul turns into a ghost, and if there is no accident, it goes straight to the underworld.

There was an endless blood-colored mist swirling there, and the smell of the bloody wind was disgusting, and the scarlet blood water gathered into a river.

And the whole earth was like a red-hot piece of iron, revealing a red brilliance, and all the huge stone pillars and rock walls shimmered with terrifying blood.

The underworld is always terrifying, filled with an endless eerie atmosphere.

A dull roar of demons continued to sound from the deep underground, and the earth shook violently, and the evil qi filled the heavens and the earth, and the whole sky was black and oppressive, and all the scenes in the heavens and the earth were shrouded in a faint blood!

There were earth-shattering loud noises, like thunder in the sky, and the blood in the hell was surging to the sky, the smell of fish was tangy, the blood was constantly surging, and the earth was shaking violently, as if it was about to be overturned.

The blood-lit world here is full of gloomy blood-colored Shura world, and there are tall statues of gods standing here, but all of them are stained with scarlet blood, and the castles are continuous, and the shape is unusually close to the head of the demon.

Standing in this gloomy purgatory, endless bones floating, seven or eight huge mountains of dry bones stand tall, and rivers of rolling blood roar under statues, castles, and mountains of bones......

A body with a demonic spirit, hanging on the mountain of bones, hanging in front of the outside of the city, suffered all kinds of tragic states of capital punishment before death, and still maintained, this is an independent bloody purgatory.

I don't remember how long I've been here, two hundred years or three hundred years?

My favorite thing to do is to sit on this withered locust tree and watch the ghosts coming in one after another in the distance, which is the entrance to hell, the end of the world, where there is a glimmer of light from the world, that is the world I long.

A mischievous voice sounded behind me, "Look at what, no matter how you look at it, you can't get out, you have watched this locust tree for so many years, and you have withered it, I really don't value this locust tree"

I rolled my eyes, jumped off the locust tree, came to her, and pinched her somewhat exaggerated nose with my hand, this little girl is a skin-painter, she always likes to paint all kinds of faces when she has nothing to do, one today, one tomorrow, I don't know how many faces he has.

She raised her hand and knocked my hand off, "Ouch, I just drew this, I haven't done it yet."

I felt sticky on my hands, and when I looked, needless to say, it really didn't dry, and a layer of powder really fell off the hand that pinched her nose just now, and I wiped it on her in disgust, and immediately kept my distance from her.

"Then don't touch me, lest you make me dusty"

Seeing that I disliked her, she leaned in front of me mischievously, stretched her neck to let me see her face, "Sister, do you think the face I painted today looks good?" The powder on the face is made from the bones of a girl who has just died! It's very rare."

It's just me, I'm used to the way she speaks, and if I try it with someone else, I'll be scared to death by her words in minutes.

I stretched out my hand to block between the two of them, and looked seriously at the face she drew today, it was indeed very beautiful.

The skin is as white as snow, the hands are like soft wattles, the skin is like clotted fat, the collar is like a grub, the teeth are like a rhinoceros, the head of the mantis is like a moth, the smile is clever, the beautiful eyes are longing, the eyebrows are like green feathers, and it is a beautiful embryo that is alive and well.

Looking at this pink face, I always want to pinch it and I'm afraid of making my hand dusty, so I looked at it from a distance, and nodded with satisfaction, "Where did you find a beautiful face, it's very beautiful, it's the powder of this face, and only you skin ghosts dare to use it on your face."

If the ghosts in the underworld don't go to reincarnation, most of them are because they have committed crimes, just like me and this little girl, oh, I forgot to tell you, this little girl is called Tongyu,

We don't have to go to the eighteenth layer of hell to be punished, only the ghosts who have committed serious crimes go there, but we have to serve the sentence in hell until the expiration of the term, which is ten years, some is a hundred years, and some are even a thousand years.

In fact, if you let go of your mentality and can't be reincarnated, the underworld can also live, that is, the environment, hehe, you have to adapt slowly, and it's good to adapt.

The little girl in Tongyu was praised by me, revealing her little white teeth, "Really, Granny Meng still said that it is not good-looking, or my sister has a good eye"

She stretched out her hand and grabbed me, and was about to walk in the direction of the capital city, and said as she walked, "You should go back, otherwise it will be bad to be discovered."

She was only thirteen years old and had the height of my shoulders, and when she saw her dragging me forward, with the words of concern in her mouth, she suddenly felt that the wind in this underworld was not so cold.

The road is potholed and dark, walking is one foot deep and one foot shallow, I reminded her to slow down, she slowed down, "Sister, let me tell you, don't run out if you have nothing to do, if you meet a bad temper, you will be beaten"

She's talking about the guards, and I'm secretly happy in my heart, and it feels good to have someone to care about.

Looking at her small body, I felt a little pain in my heart, she was only thirteen years old, how much did she suffer at the end of that young life? will become a painter after death.

I've heard that the skin ghosts are subjected to great torture before death, and they are desperate before death and desperate after death, and this process is indescribable, so there are very few skin ghosts, and they are the least one of the ghosts.

She heard me sighing, turned her head and said, "Sister, why are you sighing?" What's not to think of? ”

I suppressed the sourness in my heart, this little girl's ears are too smart, the wind is so strong, she can still hear "No, you heard it wrong, it's very windy here"

Her head nodded like a chick pecking rice, and sniffed vigorously, "It's big, I'm blowing my nose, let's go back quickly, it's cold, it may be raining again."

Speaking of rain, I was very irritable, and the water under the bone mountain was about to spread everywhere.

I muttered, "That's nasty."

When she heard me say this, she actually giggled in front of her, "Hehe, I hate it too, I believe that as long as the ghosts in the underworld hate rain, the bone mountain stinks, and the blood is still flowing everywhere"

When the two of us passed the Wangchuan River, we saw a ghost jumping down, instantly turning into ashes and disappearing into the Wangchuan River, she said helplessly, "Hey, another one who couldn't survive"

Absentmindedly answering her words "yes, that's relief"

I went back to hell and didn't go out for a long time because it was really raining outside.