Although the underworld is the first stop to enter the underworld, I always feel that I am still far away from the real underworld when I am trapped in this dark and narrow iron house.

Hearing Lao Song say that he had been outside, I hurriedly asked carefully, and Lao Song's answer was: "Actually, it's not really going out, once, the room I was in was moved to the first floor, these five hundred layers of hell, only the first floor has windows, and the first layer happens to be exposed to the surface......"

The window that Lao Song said is not much bigger than a palm, very thick, very strong, a bit similar to the observation window of the bunker during the war, as for the benefits of the first layer, needless to say, I also know that if it is calculated according to the two-person room and five hundred floors, the hell where we are located can accommodate a total of 1,000 people, and Lao Song, who entered the first floor, also obtained the right to enjoy food with the highest priority.

After eating and drinking, Lao Song cursed and spit a few mouthfuls of phlegm into the food, and then took off his shoes and stepped on it with his feet a few times, this kind of operation is not strange in the hell, Lao Song said, almost every layer of people will do this, and people at the lower level can only eat the food that has been spoiled by the upper class.

Even in the underworld, the viciousness of human nature is vividly revealed - "Of course, I hope that other people will have a worse life than me, more pain than me, which can bring me strong pleasure, and I will vent my resentment against the upper class to the lower level, and so on." ”

said that at that time, Lao Song watched the iron plate full of food descend to the second and third layers...... He stretched and looked out the window.

"It was a bloody killing field." Under my gaze, Lao Song held his head and whispered in pain: "Heaven and earth, everything...... It was all bloody, and even the windows were stained red with blood, and I saw the dead people, crying and screaming in the wilderness, running frantically, and there was a dense sea of people...... Think about it, how many people die every day in this world? And the underworld, not only the dead from our world, but also countless parallel universes, where tens of billions of dead people were born, and there are people everywhere, except for people, and those blood, I can't even see what the background is. ”

My scalp jumped: "What's chasing them?" ”

Old Song's pupils shrank into two black dots: "What is chasing the sea of people is a twisted corpse, and their bodies are covered with pitch-black fluff...... Pus was flowing everywhere, their torsos were much larger than humans, their backs were covered with sharp metal spikes, and their faces were just like those of humans, except ......"

Recalling the gloomy picture that made his scalp tingle, Lao Song began to keep swinging: "It's just ...... The expression on their faces is not cruel, bloodthirsty or crazy, but sluggish, yes! It's a sluggish laugh! That's right, they're laughing! It is very similar to the smile of the mentally ill, laughing while hunting the crowd of people who are fleeing, their palms are like iron tongs, and they can crush the human skull with a slight pinch, and then grab it and suck it on the skull with their mouths......

"The marrow, the entrails, everything was sucked out, and then the man became a shriveled skin, discarded aside......"

Under Lao Song's description, I learned that the world outside the underworld is a huge bloody hunting ground, and the people born in the underworld are hunted down and hunted by those twisted corpses, and what is even more terrible is that in the underworld, death does not mean liberation, but deeper, more intense pain and fear.

Under the effect of the "eternal life" affix, death has transcended its original meaning, forming a grotesque, eternal cycle, once you die in the underworld, you will be resurrected, and all the bloody tribulations you have experienced before will be multiplied by ten and multiplied by hundreds.

At first glance, this may not sound like much, but if you think about it, you can taste the gloomy meaning - the longer you stay in Hades, the greater the cost of death.

This kind of price is unbearable for anyone, a death often means a complete spiritual breakdown, and in the underworld, once a person has a mental breakdown, the fate waiting for him will be unimaginable.

Because the window was stained red with blood, Lao Song could no longer see the later scene, but at that time, Lao Song did hear someone outside banging on the window desperately, and he should have hoped that the people in the house would open the door and let themselves in to avoid the massacre.

But Lao Song is just a prisoner, he doesn't have the qualifications to open the door, even if he can, he won't do it, what if those huge corpses rush in? That old Song, including the entire people in the underworld, will die.

Taking a deep breath, Lao Song wiped the cold sweat from his face and said to me: "If one day, I meet the conditions for being released from prison and be kicked out of prison, then I will also become one of those poor worms, and I will also be hunted down by those strange-shaped corpses, I will desperately escape, but no matter how I escape, I will be caught up sooner or later......"

"So no! From that day on, I understood a truth, this hell is the safest place in the underworld, there is no one! It's a paradise, and I'd rather starve here, eat food that has been spoiled, and endure abuse upstairs and downstairs than go outside and die! ”

Lao Song grabbed his hair fiercely, gritted his teeth and said: "So I won't go out, I will do everything I can to stay in the hell forever, and I will never go out!" ”

"It's safe here, those monsters can't get in at all."

I frowned and said, "However, if you stay here, you will also be at risk of starvation, if you are replaced in the lower ......"

"Nope." Lao Song raised his head and smiled at me in a swishing voice: "I have long adapted to the environment here, I have a way to survive, even if I fall on the fifth hundredth floor, I can still survive seven days!" ”

I felt the murderous murderous thoughts from Lao Song, and during the days of wandering in the metaphysical circle, I became far more astute than ordinary people, and there are many mistakes lurking in my fate, and once I make mistakes, the end is often fatal.

We don't have a chance to do it all over again.

Judging from the rules of the underworld, I can easily guess that the next time I change floors, it will be when Lao Song and I turn faces, in fact, everyone in the underworld is in this situation, hunger is not the core, and the pain caused by hunger is negligible in the environment of the underworld.

Cannibalism, and being eaten, is the most terrifying core here.

The level of fear between the two is almost comparable.

And in the face of absolute hunger, people burst out with the desire to eat that you and I can't imagine, and at that time, there is nothing that cannot be done, there is nothing that cannot be eaten......

So from beginning to end, I haven't given Lao Song any good face, and this kind of game of low-level human nature is not the purpose of my coming to the underworld.

Strictly speaking, I am not a real deceased, I do not belong to the underworld, I am here to pursue the way of the Yellow Spring, Chen Liang said, only when the truth of death is perceived, the artistic conception can the soul step into the Yellow Spring.

Obviously, the artistic conception of death is not in this hell.

It's outside, in the crowd of people running for their lives.

If I am like Lao Song, who only thinks about surviving, even if I stay in the hell for a hundred years, I will not be able to feel the artistic conception of death.

So I have to think about getting out of here as soon as possible, and before I leave, it's best to restore some of my ways to protect myself.

"Old Song, tell me, what are the conditions for getting out of prison?" I lay back on my bed, staring at the gaping hole in the ceiling.

Lao Song shook his head: "Young man, you haven't told me yet, I don't even know what your name is about your story." ”

I sneered, "What if you know?" Between you and me, sooner or later you have to fight to the death, don't you? ”

Lao Song paused for a moment and sighed: "I won't do that, I never hurt the person on the other side of the bed, this is my principle, after all, we are cellmates and rely on each other." ”

I am a person who has had many bloody and gloomy experiences, and if Lao Song says, of course I will not take it to heart:

"Really? How did you get so many cellmates before you? ”

Old Song replied hesitantly: "...... was eaten. ”

"Eaten by you?" I glanced at Lao Song's thick arms, this guy's arms were about to catch up with my thighs, and he didn't look good at all, with sparse hair, pointed face, inverted triangular eyes, and eyes like deadly poisonous snakes.

But in the tone of this middle-aged man, there is a gloomy female appearance - I always feel that Lao Song is a perverted murderer, even if he is not, the environment of the underworld has also changed his heart, here, human thoughts will become more terrible than feminine things.

Before the Dao Xing begins to recover, I still don't provoke Lao Song, lest he turn his face in advance, although I can pinch it up, I can send a request for help to Brother Chen Liang at any time and escape from the underworld, but it shouldn't be that you can walk away, if you are really strangled to death by Lao Song, it will be a great loss.

Faced with my accusations, Lao Song flatly denied it: "I didn't! ”

I said, "No, no, no, my name is Li Zhiwen, I am with an old beast called Death Night, and I have died together, just like that, I have come to the underworld, if possible, I will be here, find Death Night again, I will let him suffer more terrible pain than death!" ”

"Now that my story is finished, tell me what are the conditions for leaving the underworld?"

Lao Song squinted and listened, and smiled: "Your story must be more than that, but it doesn't matter, we have time, you can tell me slowly in the future." ”

"As for the way to get out of here, there are two, you see, we change the floor every seven days, you take the entire five hundred floors, each floor is rotated, and you can get out of prison, I'm still early, I'm only halfway around, right? Duplicate floors are not counted as ......"

Lao Song took out a pack of high-end cigarettes from under the pillow and threw one to me: "The cigarettes and alcohol on the iron plate can be taken casually, it just so happens that the smoking addiction has been satisfied, so I said, this is heaven!" ”

I bit the cigarette hard with my teeth and said hoarsely, "It's too slow!" Do you turn every layer? Then wait until the Year of the Monkey? I don't have time. ”

"What's the second method?" I lit a cigarette and took a puff and looked at Lao Song opposite.

Lao Song's expression became deeper: "I have heard people who are older than me say that here, there is another way to escape from hell, but this method is too obscure, there are all kinds of theories, some say that they can eat enough for a hundred people, and some say that they will wait for a hundred years, these are not credible, right?" ”

"Jailer? Warden? Can you ask from them? ”

"The Hell operates on its own, there is no other existence here except for us prisoners, and strangely, where does the daily food supply come from?"

My heart sank to the bottom of the lake, there must be a way! There is a way to get out of hell immediately!

Lao Song blew a few whistles leisurely: "Then again, anyone who has been to the first floor and seen the scene outside should be like me, hard-hearted, desperate to stay in the hell, right?" ”

"Xiao Li, you are really an alternative, I see what you mean, do you still want to go out? Are you impatient? Old Song sat up from the bed abruptly and accused me loudly:

"If you die in hell, even if you are eaten by someone else, you will be resurrected in hell, and there is nothing else except the pain before death, but if you die outside, nine times out of ten, you will also be resurrected outside, that ...... Gee! I'm afraid only crazy people want to understand it, right? ”

I ignored him, and Lao Song continued to murmur: "If you are resurrected to a more terrifying area, maybe you just opened your eyes, and before you could see the surroundings clearly, you died again, and so on, in an infinite cycle, in the endless years of the underworld, you have endured countless painful deaths, so I said, this ghost place, the meaning of death, is 100 million times more terrifying than the human world." ”

"My idea is that every once in a while, I will die, anyway, I will die in hell, and my resurrection will also be in hell, so that the conditions for leaving will also be reset, and I will be able to stay in hell forever if I take advantage of this!"

My mind became foggy, and at night, as I tried to meditate, I could clearly feel that something was surging in my body.

The night of hell (actually, I don't know if it's night) is full of cries, curses, crazy laughter, and singing, and everywhere there is a remembrance and reluctance of the dead to the world before life, and thanks to the structure of the vertical patio, you can clearly hear the sound of the upper and lower floors no matter where you are.

Lao Song on the other side had already fallen asleep, and after meditating for a long time, I felt a burst of obvious hunger, hungry so fast!

The moment I opened my eyes, in the darkness, I saw the woman on the 33rd floor, lying on the mouth of the patio pit, staring at me motionless.