I saw seven or eight more ghost stings under my feet, twisting and crawling, and gathering around me from the edge of the figurines.

At this time, the water surface near the figurines began to fluctuate violently, and the black bubbles bubbled one after another, and ghosts were faintly visible under the water surface wandering and swimming.

It seems that I really had a blood feud with these ghosts in my last life, otherwise why would it be good for others to walk over, and when it was my turn, they all came out?

It was hard for me to keep my balance standing on top of the floating figurine, and now that there were so many ghost stings at my feet, it was really worse, but what I didn't expect was that bigger trouble was yet to come.

The ghost stings swimming in the water did not climb the surface of the figurines, but gradually gathered around the junction of the figurines, and actually used their teeth to bite off the climbing ropes that connected the figurines!

The figurines that had lost their traction were like leaves falling in the water, slowly drifting to the side, and soon, the entire pontoon bridge was scattered.

It's a big problem, and my brain goes blank.

At this time, a few ghost stings had already crawled onto my trouser legs, but I didn't dare to do anything to drive them away, for fear that if I made a big move, I would fall into the stinging water and turn into a puddle of corpse water.

"What are you still doing! Jump over here! Uncle Dao shouted.

"Don't be afraid, be brave!" Brother Seven also shouted to me.

I replied in a panic, ignoring the ghost sting on my trouser leg, and jumped up to the floating figurine in front of me, and when I landed on the figurine, I suddenly felt my feet sink, and the figurine was suddenly under heavy pressure, and it was almost completely submerged in the water.

My pants had broken several holes under the strong acid of the stings, and the stings didn't stop, they crawled down my pants all the way up to my waist, as if trying to make a hole in my stomach and get in.

The situation was very critical, and even worse was that although I was wearing a mask, due to the delay in the middle of this pool for too long, the black poisonous smoke had gradually invaded my body, my brain began to become dizzy, and my movement was obviously slowed down a lot, and I didn't know if I could accurately jump to the next figurine.

Uncle Dao on the other side of the river saw that I was not moving for a long time, and kept urging and shouting, which made my heart even more depressed, and my brain became more and more confused.

Soon, my consciousness became weaker and weaker...... Uncle Dao on the other side is still shouting at me, but I can't hear their voices at all, I can only vaguely see their arms waving at me, this poisonous smoke can't completely paralyze my nerves, it's over......

I struggled to lift my feet to keep walking, but sadly, my thighs seemed to be no longer controlled by my brain, and I couldn't lift them at all. And the ghost stings that were raging on my body had already cut through the waistband of my pants and were burrowing into my body.

Then I felt my brain stop working, my body slowly falling backwards, and after a few seconds, my eyes went black and I lost consciousness completely.

When I regained consciousness again, I felt as if I was in a wonderful state of emptiness, my body was lilt, like the experience of being in a dream.

My surroundings are still the same ruins of the palace as before, but everything in front of me has become fragments of images. I tried to make sense of the pieces, but I couldn't do anything when I was half-asleep.

So my eyes widened and I began to struggle, struggling with the nothingness around me, with the shattered images, with my own consciousness, with which I struggled to prove my humble existence.

Eventually, I struggled to succeed, and the fragments of the image in front of me gradually came together.

I found that at this moment I seemed to be standing on the previous figurines, and there were people waving at me and shouting at me, but those people were not Uncle Dao at all. There is also an officer-like person in the military uniform, who seems to be the one who has recurred in my previous hallucinations......

Soon, the picture in front of him became shattered again, like a broken glass lens, spilling all over the sky. I wanted to reach for the lenses that were spilling around me, but all I touched was empty air.

Then, the fragments of the shot in front of me were pieced together again, as if a card had been shuffled, and unlike before, the scene in front of me began to turn bloody.

I saw that the lid of the huge coffin on the high platform had been opened, and those who were dressed in the country. The uniformed soldier was standing beside the coffin discussing something, when I noticed another man among them with his back to me, and I could not see the face of the man, except that he was wearing a black turban.

Almost without warning, they were still discussing peacefully one second, but the next second they suddenly went berserk, and each of them showed an extremely sinister and fierce light on their faces, and they all pulled up the bolts of their guns and pointed at each other.

At first I thought they were just a confrontation and no one dared to shoot first, but after a few seconds, I knew I was wrong.

"Bang-bang-bang-bang" A barrage of gunshots echoed through the dilapidated palace, and those who were supposed to belong to the same camp. For some reason, the soldiers completely lost their minds, like wild beasts, killing each other without any scruples.

For a time, blood donations were splashed all over the high platform.

The man who was shot quickly fell, and those who were not shot rushed directly to the others and began hand-to-hand combat, they roared and shouted, and the smell of blood permeated the entire palace.

In the midst of the confusion, I suddenly saw the officer-like man and the man with the black turban jump into the huge coffin, and then the coffin lid closed.

The fight continued outside, and one by one, the bloodied men rolled down the stone steps.

After about a minute, the lid of the coffin was pushed open again, but only the man with the black turban jumped out, still clutching the half-scroll of the fragment in his hand.

The black turban came out and quickly knocked down a few of the struggling sergeants, and then he slowly turned his head and turned his gaze to my position.

When the four eyes met, I suddenly shuddered, the black turban covered in blood turned out to be my grandfather.

What's going on?

Just as I was about to lift my legs and walk towards my grandfather, I suddenly found that my body was gradually shattering, from my feet to my legs to my body...... They all shattered into small crystal clear particles, and before I could scream, the wind blew and they all dispersed.

Then, I drifted aimlessly with the wind, drifting past the autumn leafy mountains and forests, floating over the whining and rushing rivers, and drifting past the ruined liquor shops.

Am I dead? So now it's just a void soul running on the Yellow Springs Road?

Forget it, the soul is the soul, I didn't want to waste the last time, so I began to carefully observe the world in mid-air.

The world I saw before me was far more tragic than what I had just seen in that palace.

How to describe it...... If you think about it, you can only use the words "purgatory on earth".