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On this day, hell is in turmoil.

The breath of misery echoed in all directions, and it was even more terrifying than the suffering of the ghosts in the punishment of hell.

It is said that on this day, the Eight Bitter Heavenly Demon opened three pairs of eyes, which were six eyes, and directly hit the hall master of the Hall of Impermanence.

This caused turmoil in hell, and the situation even developed to the point where the waters of the bitter sea began to pour into hell.

"Am I dead?"

In a dark corner, Wang Shuo was ragged and squatting on the ground.

The body has become very heavy, and every step has to use all the strength.

Wang Shuo stood up against the mottled walls, gloomy, it was strange here.

The clouds are thick and ghostly.

There was also a sun in the sky, but it was silver-gray, and the shining light was cold.

Ahead, it was flat, and only a few people could be faintly seen passing by in groups.

It's a small town, and if it doesn't look all gloomy, it's no different from where you once were.

Is it dead?

Wang Shuo was dazed, looking down at his chest, his body was dry, was that because of the blood flowing?

Wang Shuo pinched himself hard, it hurt very much.

You can't be conscious when you dream, and you shouldn't be able to die either, right?

Wang Shuo suddenly felt that he was very hungry, hungry and grumbling, and he wanted to eat.

This hunger cannot be controlled by the mind.

Wang Shuo walked forward, his body was heavy, and he was tired with every step.

There are not many people in the town, there are very few.

It's just that when everyone saw Wang Shuo, they all looked strange and exchanged ears.

Wang Shuo felt very strange, and his eyes were very strange.

Like looking at a monster?

Wang Shuo stopped in front of a stall, which was a stall selling noodles, noodles, steamed buns, and steamed buns.

Wang Shuo swallowed his saliva wildly, and he was ......

There is no money.

"Yes...... Give me a steamed bun?"

Wang Shuo spoke with difficulty, he had never been like a beggar like this in his life. "However, I don't have any money, I'll give it to you next time. Look, is that okay?"

The stall owner looked at Wang Shuo with a strange look, "Didn't your family burn you money?"

Wang Shuo was at a loss, "What...... What?"

The stall owner tilted his head, "Death in vain?"

Wang Shuo frowned, "Death in vain?"

The stall owner smiled, "Orphans?"

Wang Shuo was silent, he was indeed an orphan in his original world.

The stall owner shook his head and smiled, "You can't eat anything here." ”

Wang Shuo opened his mouth, but he couldn't move.

The stall owner reminded: "If you don't run, you won't have a chance in a while." You're out of luck if you get caught. ”

Wang Shuo was dazed, "Who?"

The stall owner glanced in the east and west directions of the town, and said in a low voice, "Ghost." ”

Wang Shuo was surprised, "Then am I dead?"

He now only felt that his thoughts had become unclear, and he had even forgotten many things.

The stall owner sighed: "It seems that he is a lonely ghost, and even his memory is beginning to blur, right? ”

He suddenly lowered his voice, "Run, the ghost is coming." ”

After speaking, he lowered his head and stopped caring about Wang Shuo.

Wang Shuo turned his head and couldn't help but change color.

He saw a man with a bull head striding down the street, holding a wrist-thick black iron chain in his hand.

Wang Shuo moved his steps, ignoring hunger and running out of the village.

"Where to go?!"

The bull-headed man shouted loudly, "Little wild ghosts, they dare to wander in the realm! When they send you to the punishment hell, they will go up the sword mountain and go down to the sea of fire!"

Wang Shuo gasped, this body was too heavy, and every step was extremely difficult.

The bull-headed man strode after him, and his might was amazing.

Wang Shuo ran wildly, even if his memory began to blur, but in his original world, there was a word of hell, and this sword mountain and fire sea were one of the most cruel punishments.

The ghost does not die, it will continue forever, and such torture is better than the soul scattered.

Wang Shuo ran faster and faster, as if he had recalled the use of his soul power.

The bull-headed man chased for miles, his eyes couldn't help but be weird.

It's strange that a ghost can run so fast?

It had been a hundred years since he had been a ghost, and this was the first time he had encountered such a situation today.

"Good boy. ”

The bull-headed man scolded, "When Lao Tzu catches you, he eats you directly, which can be regarded as making up for the wasted physical strength." ”

In an instant, his speed skyrocketed again, and he caught up with Wang Shuo in an instant, and the iron chain quickly entwined.

Wang Shuo rolled on the spot, dodging the attack of the chain, and bent down to flee again.

The bull-headed man was extremely angry, how could he waste the great replenishment in his hand?

His eyes twinkled, how powerful was this man's soul?

The more powerful the soul, the heavier the body here, and the other party can step out a footprint with every step, which shows how strong its soul power is.

"If you eat this......

The bull-headed man licked his lips, it was a treasure from God.

"Boom!"

The iron chain in the bull-headed man's hand shook, turned into a flood of light and shadow, and he rose into the air and flew at Wang Shuo. The chains are scattered in all directions.

Wang Shuo's feet moved, dodging with all his might.

But those chains are very powerful, and it hurts when you touch them.

Wang Shuo was secretly shocked in his heart, but he couldn't use any magic methods, relying on the combat experience he had accumulated before.

"Die!"

The bull-headed man laughed wildly, and suddenly shot out like lightning, and a narrow knife appeared in his hand, directly nailing Wang Shuo to the ground.

"It's wonderful. ”

The bull-headed man landed on Wang Shuo's side, and he was stabbed by him, and there was no trace of this soul to be scattered.

Wang Shuo struggled hard, and the knife in his chest completely cut off all his strength.

"After eating you, I will definitely be able to increase my cultivation for a hundred years. ”

The bull-headed man looked at Wang Shuo greedily, and a knife appeared in his hand again, looking directly at his arm, "Try it first." ”

A figure flew by, reaching out to grab the bull-headed man's head.

The bull-headed man looked up angrily, and then his face changed drastically.

It was a thin old man, slightly obscene-looking, smiling at him.

"Rao ......"

"Boom!"

The bull-headed man's body exploded and turned into a mist of blood.

The old man grabbed his right hand, and a ball of soul power fell into his hand.

He turned around slowly, grinning and threw his soul power to Wang Shuo, "Are you hungry?" ”

Wang Shuo looked at the old man blankly, but he was really hungry, and as the old man pulled out the knife, he had already thrown the soul of the bull-headed man into his mouth and ate it.

Wang Shuo suddenly found out about this meal.

He was full, and the hunger he had just felt was gone.

"You ......"

Wang Shuo frowned and looked at the old man in front of him.

"Hahaha!"

The old man laughed, "No hurry. ”

When the words fell, he stretched out his finger and pointed at Wang Shuo's eyebrows, Wang Shuo's eyes were overflowing, and all his memories became clear in an instant. The person in front of him, he had already remembered.

Zhou Run, the mysterious old man.

"Senpai!"

Wang Shuo took a step back and looked around. "Here?"

Zhou Run laughed, "Although it was a little earlier than I thought, you have brought me a great opportunity." ”

"In short, welcome to hell. ”