Huangquan Road is the only way for the souls of the dead to go to hell. When the body dies and the soul leaves the world, the dead soul will tiptoe on this path, carefully, from beginning to end. At the same time, I will slowly reminisce about my life and count the past.

Here, whether you are good or evil, whether you have a lot of money or you are penniless, you have to maintain this humble posture, standing on your heels, like a ballet dancer, stubbornly walking on your toes.

Walking on this gloomy road of despair with no end in sight.

What is surprising is that on this road of the dead full of death, there is actually a car.

A silver pickup truck.

Mr. Secretary, who was sitting in the pickup truck, only felt that it was dark in front of him, and the car seemed to drive into a long tunnel, and the light of the whole world disappeared, only the faint headlights shone a few meters in front of him, and the visibility was low to freezing.

What kind of tunnel is this, and there are no street lights?

At first, Mr. Secretary was still complaining about the loopholes in the municipal construction, but he soon realized the problem.

This is the center of the city, when did a tunnel develop in this location?

I haven't heard of it. Could it be that it is being built?

The tunnel under construction, without even the installation of street lights, can you drive from it?

Obviously not safe.

But while it was open, a sight flashed by the side of the road. The car was driving too fast and the visibility was low, and he looked back to make sure, but couldn't see anything clearly.

It's so cold in the car.

Mr. Secretary subconsciously shrunk his neck. He felt that the air conditioning in the car was somewhat uneven.

Just now on the side of the road, I seem to see someone setting up a stall, which seems to be selling something. It's like the kind of student who spreads a cloth on the overpass and pulls something out of his backpack to earn extra money.

But isn't it too dangerous for a roadside stall to be placed in a tunnel?

The tunnel is not at the end of the tunnel. It was still so dark.

The car stopped.

The people in the car began to get out of the car.

Get out?

Over here?

Hehe......

Mr. Secretary thought it was a little funny. It's really dark and scary. But it seems a bit too naïve to fool him with a tunnel under construction as an underground, right?

He also got out of the car.

Then, he saw that the little Zhengtai, who was only up to his belly, climbed into the back compartment and ...... from the rear compartment

Drag out three spinning bikes.

There is also an electric balance bike, the kind that can walk around with people by standing on it.

Just as Mr. Secretary was lamenting in his heart how could this child have so much strength, and at the same time denouncing the black shop for employing child labor, Xiao Zhengtai pushed one of the spinning bikes to him.

"What is this for?" Mr. Secretary was puzzled.

"Scan the code and ride." Xiao Zhengtai glanced at him with an idiot's eyes.

Nani? Scan the QR code to ride? Teasing him, right? These people are fakes, and they don't bring such fungien, right?

"If you don't want to ride, you can walk." The prison painting stood directly on the electric balance car. Originally, she wanted to buy a battery car to gallop around the underworld, but the battery car was too stupid, and every time she moved to the rear compartment, it took up some space. Later, she discovered this two-wheeled electric balance scooter. This thing occupies a much smaller area than a battery car, and it is also windy to ride, which is enough to blind the eyes of many poor people underground.

This is what she is going to use for herself

As for the other two, they were directly asked to move the shared bicycle to ride. Sometimes she was too lazy to run, so she let them run errands. One of these two people is an elderly person and the other is a child, and they should exercise more to strengthen their bodies.

It is a little bit to be able to save a little.

Mr. Secretary swore that he would never choose to ride because he was afraid of the dark.

He just decided to go and see what the hell these guys were up to.

Standing on the electric balance bike, the speed and courage are better than a few people, and three men of all sizes are riding bicycles behind her, the scene is a bit funny.

Mr. Secretary wanted to laugh at first.

But as he continued to ride forward, he could faintly see some people walking on the road.

They walk very slowly, a little slower than the average person. When they saw themselves, their eyes were full of surprise, as if they were thinking, why does he have a shared bicycle to ride, and I can only take 11 here?

Mr. Secretary actually had a sense of superiority in his heart. Look, I'm just better than you! You can ride a shared bicycle when you go to hell, you losers, you can only look at Lao Tzu's back!

Ay? Wrong! The idea is dangerous! He is now on the way to expose the lie, how can it be in the Yellow Springs of the Difu? Mr. Secretary bit the tip of his tongue, trying to sober himself up, not to be blinded by a broken tunnel.

He freed up his hand and felt for the scissors in his pocket.

Damn it! Trying to confuse your mind anytime and anywhere! He must expose this abominable scam!

The tongue-pulling hell is in the first hall, and it is not particularly far from Huangquan Road. Half an hour away, they arrived at the place.

On the dark road, a door finally appeared!

The structure of the underworld is different from the regular architecture of the sun.

The architecture of the sun is a drawing designed in three-dimensional space. East, west, north and south, according to the size of the area to do the division of space, simple and clear.

However, the underworld is a more dimensional use of space. You can't see the panorama, you can only follow your goal to find your way to a certain place. If you take an aerial picture of the underworld from above, it is very likely that many hells are overlapping and intertwined.

Therefore, walking in the underworld is always a dark road in the middle, and it is pitch black all around.

It's pitch black, it's really pitch black. Even if you turn on the incandescent lamp and put it in, it can only illuminate the pitch darkness within a radius of ten centimeters.

The unknown is scary. With this design, it's easy to panic newcomers. But for regular customers, this road environment gives them a sense of belonging to the hell they are in.

The outside world is so scary! It's better to be my tongue pulling hell, as long as you sit there quietly and wait for your tongue to be pulled, you don't have to walk at night in a dark place, and you will hit ghosts from time to time, it's so scary!

In the same way, Mr. Secretary was very uneasy to ride on this dark road.

Tunnels, shouldn't they be walls on both sides? How can it be boundless darkness? He always felt that something was weird.

But I think everything is ridiculous. If this is really the underworld, how can he let a big living person ride a shared bicycle for so long? Even if it wasn't for the bull head and horse noodles and Meng Po as filmed on TV, it wouldn't be so free, right? Nobody cares?

What Mr. Secretary doesn't know is that the management of souls in the underworld is all point-to-point.

For example, if this soul is going to the Ten Halls to judge a certain hell in the Fifth Temple, the Guide Ghost will take a list and bring it

Walk to the next stop and hand it over to the other one. It's like a kindergarten spring outing, the teacher will only manage the children within his responsibility according to the list, who has the time to take care of the children who are not on the list?

Of course, danger and freedom also go hand in hand. Who knows what's in the darkness on either side of the road?

In short, Mr. Secretary does not have the consciousness of a living person to break into hell. He still uses his own critical and scrutinizing eyes to deal with this "scam" that is not careful.

The appearance of this door finally made Mr. Secretary affirm the production cost of this "scam". After staying up for so long, it finally opened wide. I know that these guys do everything in order to cheat money. Look, it's open, and it's the kind of picture that's similar to what you see on TV, either a frying pan or screaming, and then bull heads and horse noodles are everywhere.

The reality disappointed Mr. Secretary. Behind that door, it was quiet.

Quiet, a little eerie.

The Administrator opened the door and nodded at the prison painting that had taken the lead, and returned to his place in the doorway, bowing his head and going on with his business. Flipping through the notebook spread out on the table, the sound of paper rubbing is particularly clear in this quiet environment.

The atmosphere is very reminiscent of a library.

But the car was still parked outside the door, but the gate closed silently.

Although Mr. Secretary held on to the belief that "this is a scam", his body could not help but tremble.

It's all a trick, a trick. Mr. Secretary comforted himself.

After a corner, Mr. Secretary saw a familiar but unfamiliar picture.

He saw the prison! The miniature cells are exactly the same as in the dream, arranged in two rows, and in each miniature cell, there is a person sitting, facing the window that is open in the middle, smiling!

Mr. Secretary pinched his thigh hard.

Hurt!

Not a dream!

Mr. Secretary's legs, which were still very strong, suddenly became a little weak.

He wanted to stop the people in front of him and tell them not to go.

Let's stop there......

But he couldn't shout. In this eerily quiet place, he really didn't have the courage to be the first to open his voice. Don't dare to be alone.

He had no choice but to follow.

They're going, they're going. It looked like it was only a dozen meters away, and Mr. Secretary felt like he had walked for a year.

Imagine, even if this fraud gang is proficient in psychology and good at hypnosis, and deliberately designed a hellish dream for him that is exactly the same as here, then how many extras must be invited to make up the number of prisoners who sit in the prison and cannot be counted? For two thousand dollars to pit him, is it worth it?

Obviously not worth it.

Mr. Secretary now only hopes that this is really a scam. This lineup can definitely bluff the boss.

They're still walking inside.

Oh, they finally stopped.

Then, three people, all turned their heads and looked at him. The movements are the same, the expressions are the same. It's like saying, come and see, this is what you want.

Mr. Secretary had difficulty riding a tiger at this time, so he had to walk over with his head.

The cells here are obviously not as well equipped as the ones at the entrance, with mottled walls and leaking water everywhere.

Tick-tock, like a dream sound.

And the man in the dream

I was sitting in one of them

Smiling

Look at him.