(Text chapters are available on Shushu.com) "Huh?!" Mo Mo looked at him, seeing that there was still no difference in himself, and reached out to grab the blood-colored tadpole on Na Ze's head, but his hand passed through: "Huh."

"Hey, don't worry, tease you, we just look like we have blood on our bodies, nothing else has changed, deliberately conjuring up the tragic state before death, it can only be a fierce spirit, we are not this bloody tadpole, just a sign" Na Ze took her hand and walked into the crowd from the corner, "Follow me, don't get lost." Book. Book. Net"

"Oh!" Mo Mo answered in a daze, stretched out his hand and clasped his five fingers with him, walked into the crowd, and looked at the people next to him with some curiosity, the corner they entered were all new undead, very strange, there was no crying as Mo Mo imagined. Basically, everyone talked in a quiet whisper, and some wept alone, and some people looked up at the starry sky and didn't know what they were thinking.

Naze saw her doubts and didn't speak, only pulled her around a corner, and a few steps further on, there were rows of tables and chairs stacked on top of each other, and many people were lying in them, burying their heads in writing.

Mo Mo moved a few steps, only to see a thick scroll on each table, and on the scroll that glowed with a faint white light, many people were holding quills and writing something in ink. To Momo's left is a pale old man, who seems to have been writing for a long time, and at this time she is describing in detail how her mother baked bread; To the right of Momo is a young-looking boy who is biting his pen and calculating the quadratic equations on a test paper.

"What are they writing about?" Momo turned his head and asked Naze.

Na Ze glanced at her, pulled her aside, and then whispered, "Writing about their lives, what they like, what they miss." ...... they don't want to forget."

"Why?" Mo Mo wondered, "I thought they would talk about their own causes of death first." Book. Book. Net"

"Come on." Naze reached out and pulled her. Silently passing through this quiet place, I came to the place where I was close to the entrance, and sure enough, the scene here was very much in line with Momo's imagination of hell, and the undead who crowded the entrance cried and shouted. The endless emissaries sat in a row, holding dossiers glowing with milky white light, and there was a long line in front of each of them, and when the undead tried to approach without their turn, they would be blocked back by an invisible forbidden spell, and only those whose turn would be able to get close to them.

The envoy briefly exchanged words with the undead, and the undead fell silent, and then silently left through the passage.

Naze pulled Momo to the end of a line, and explained in a secret language that only she could hear: "The Immortal will tell everyone the exact reason for their deaths. If it is the place where the victim died, the perpetrator will be told what will happen after death. At the same time will also tell them their memories from after death. It will rapidly decay until it dies and then waits for reincarnation. So. Most people choose to come here and write down what they want to write about until they can't remember anything. will leave. "I remember that in the past, there seemed to be a library on the first floor, and there were many undead people who went there to read books and waited for reincarnation." Momo remembered that he had been taken there by Lucifer to read books and beat the time.

"Where do you think the books in the library came from?"

"Isn't it written by the wise men of hell and the saints?" Momo remembered that the lives of the ancient sages who could not go to heaven because they were born earlier than Jesus were actually much more interesting than the saints and wise men of the sun and heaven, and that they were respected by the dead and fallen angels.

"No, part of the experience and IQ are actually limited, they are more collated and inducted, the content on these scrolls will be sorted out by them, and then copied into a book and placed in the library pavilion, such as the bake method just now, hehe!"

"So, what I've seen is actually a lot of people's true stories, right?" Momo raised his head in disbelief: "Oh my God! ”

"It's the truth and warmth in people's minds," Na Ze looked at the crying person in front of him, and there was a trace of imperceptible warmth and indifference at the corner of his mouth, "Many people think that hell is terrible and sad, but in fact, it is not the warmest memory in the world here, because what is sad is only the last moment of death, but what is warm is a lifetime." Book. Book. Net"

"This is the end, but it's also the beginning!" Mo Mo looked up at the starry sky, there was a kind of eternal leisure, the sky and the earth are the extreme of the night, but the brilliance is shining, "I don't know what the hell in the east will look like, is it not as terrible as the legend......"

"Woo, I know, let me go back!" There was a low complaint from the side that it was in Chinese.

Mo Mo turned his head in surprise and realized that the queue next to them was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, with black eyes, if she could grow up, she must be a very classical beauty, but unfortunately she died at such a young age, at this time she was making a gesture of Amitabha Buddha with a bitter face, and there were words in her mouth.

The East and West Hell are divided according to geography, yes, but it is not uncommon to have Easterners, after all, this is a death teleportation nearby. Usually after seeing the Emissary, they will teleport back to the East, unless they ask to stay. Mo Mo patted her on the shoulder and comforted: "It's okay, the Immortal Envoy will teleport you back to the East later, you don't have to worry." ”

Unexpectedly, someone would answer her words, the young girl raised her head in surprise, because Momo had a trick on her body, so at this time she looked like an ordinary Western woman, and the girl asked tentatively: "Do you speak Chinese?" ”

"Yes!" Mo Mo was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "I'm half Chinese, well, but you can't see it now." ”

"Oh," the girl didn't think much about it, thinking that she had a hidden feeling, and said that it was inconvenient to say, she glanced at Na Ze, who was holding hands with Momo, and bowed politely, "Hello, is what you just said true?" ”

"It's true, it's recorded in the book I saw in the library," Mo Mo replied half-truthfully, and pointed to Naze, "This is my husband, I died a few days ago, and today he came to me for martyrdom, so I accompanied him to line up to go through the formalities, hehe!" ”

"Wow, I'm really envious of my sister!" The girl opened her mouth wide, glanced at Na Ze, clasped her hands together, and blessed from the bottom of her heart: "God bless, I hope you can still have a good relationship in the next life, well, we will be together forever!" ”

Naze nodded slightly to accept this blessing that was not a blessing: "Thank you!" ”

The girl who was still sad just now had her heart resolved, and she became lively and patted her chest: "Huh, ---- so happy, I was finally able to go back, I was worried about dying just now, thinking that I really want to spend forever here until my memory is lost!" ”

"Hehe, why do you want to go back and see the black-and-white impermanence with a bull-headed horse-faced face and a bearded judge with a black head and black eyes?" Momo sincerely teased her.

Unexpectedly, the little girl really nodded: "Yes, I just want to go back to them, I know them well!" ”

"How do you say you're a psychic?" Mo Mo looked at her carefully, and she didn't show her aura: "It's not like it! ”

"No, my ability is to talk to small animals, not psychic, I'm actually very afraid of ghosts, uh, I'm not afraid now, I'm dead anyway, hehe!" The little girl touched her head embarrassedly and stuck out her tongue, "But I don't know why, after I died, I recovered the memory of my previous life, well, it's not actually a previous life, I can only say that the memory of the previous reincarnation, I always go through a special channel to reincarnate, because the judge uncle said----"

"Say that your name is not in the book of life and death, and that you may be a remnant of other realms that have fallen into the world?" Momo asked.

"Hey, sister, you're so powerful, how do you know everything? Is this kind of thing also recorded in Western hell? The little girl looked up incredulously, and of course full of adoration.

"There's no record, well, I guess!" Mo Mo smiled and smiled at Na Ze, and patted the little girl on the shoulder, "You are in front of us, let's go together!" ”

"It's really good, wow, wow!" The little girl hurriedly got in front of Momo, hehe, Zhile: "I've actually been here for a few days, but every time I run out to play halfway through the queue, there are a lot of little undead who are so cute!" ”

"Really?"

The little girl nodded violently: "Yes, it's soft and white like a marshmallow, it's fun, but those little undead have also begun to line up to be reincarnated in the past two days, well, it seems that the state of war here is coming to an end, it's good!" ”

Unexpectedly, although the girl in front of me was young, she also saw extraordinary, Mo Mo smiled: "You will also find a good mother, hehe!" ”

"Hehe, I don't know, I was born an orphan, and although my uncle is good to me, he can't change other people's horoscopes without permission, so it's good to be able to let me be born," the little girl said, and there seemed to be some sadness, but she shrugged her shoulders and raised her head again, and she smiled brightly, "and I won't live to be twenty years old, but it's okay, I'm much longer than those cute dogs, dogs, cats, and cats, isn't it?" Ah Jiu is very sad about his fingers, why is he so well-behaved recently, but the book review area is so deserted, woo woo, woo woo, sad crawl away, no one hurts, the little cabbage, the yellow cabbage in the field...... Book. Book. net