That night, Sam Bao lay in bed and began to develop a high fever. It wasn't until the next morning, before going to work, that colleagues found that Sambo had fallen into a coma. Everyone hurriedly carried Sanbao into the car and sent him to the emergency room of the hospital. After the doctor's emergency first aid, Sanbao was finally rescued from unknown shock, but even so, Sanbao still had a high fever, and the doctor began to suspect that it was because he had touched the corpse and was infected with some unknown virus, but after doing a blood test, he found that there was no deadly virus at all.

It just so happened that there was a pathologist doctor from Beijing who was teaching here at the central hospital, and he was also a little confused after testing Sanbao, and he had never seen such a case.

There were no signs of viral infections and brain parasites and blood diseases, and rabies was completely ruled out. But the high fever never goes away. In this case, the hospital can only give Sambo infusion therapy and physical cooling. Even when Sanbao's body temperature reached 40 degrees and he began to have convulsions, he gave Sanbao a critical illness notice.

Everyone was frightened, and everyone thought of notifying Sambo's family, only to find out that Sambo's father had died of illness for many years and his mother was missing. Master Lu and Director Wu complained that they had missed such a big thing, and in the days that the child had been here, he had not returned home, which was unreasonable, but everyone was negligent. Master Lu stayed in the hospital to take care of the unconscious Sambo, and constantly used ice packs to apply ice to Sambo's forehead every day, but he was surprised to find that Sambo often talked nonsense in his coma, and it was all strange tones, and Sambo's throat would make a dull voice of a strange man, and after a while, the voice became a shrill nasal, and there was a voice that he always felt he had heard somewhere, but he couldn't remember. Master Lu could only give Sanbao ice over and over again, monitoring Sanbao's condition at any time, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

On the night of collecting the body, Sambo felt a little dizzy, and he wrapped the quilt tightly. Soon fell asleep.

In the dream, Sambo's consciousness begins to turn into a blank frame in the movie. Feel yourself sinking to the bottom of a deep lake, jumping out of it again, all the way into the sky, into the sun. Burning as if he was about to be burned, Sambo screamed in the vast void, expecting his voice to be heard. But he fell rapidly, into a dark, seemingly endless abyss. Fall......

I don't know how long it took, but Sambo felt as if he had reached the bottom of the abyss. He stood up and looked around blankly. He noticed a chaotic darkness around him, and then, a white mist poured out of the heart of darkness, enveloping his hot and cold body.

At this time, the misty shadows of three humanoids slowly drifted towards him, and in front of him, they showed specific appearances.

It's the stewed pot, the tiger brother, and the pony boy.

Three translucent spirits surrounded the Three Jewels, their eyes full of unwarranted anger and evil.

"Where is this, why am I here, stewed pot, brother tiger...... Is that you? Sambo asked tentatively.

"This is the Raid Realm, and we can't leave." The soul of the stewed pot said expressionlessly, his mouth not open, and the sound seemed to come from his chest.

"Sanbao, we are unwilling to die, we need your body to ......" Brother Hu's voice came from his soul.

The shrill nasal voice of "Break ......" should be the little brother of the tiger brother next to him.

"Broken...... If you can really stop it, then leave me and go where you belong. Sambo said to the three resentful spirits.

"This is the Tribulation Realm, and we can't go to heaven or hell...... With no one to help us, we have to stay in this prison and go anywhere. This time, three voices mixed together to answer, and the voice floated like an echo in the dark world of silence and ghosts.

"I can help you get out of here, you don't belong here, and I don't belong to you." Sambo replied categorically, although he didn't know how to help the three angry souls.

"Sanbao, I don't hate you, you are the person I talked to the most when I was alive, you are a good person, but I don't know why, I want revenge, but no one is my enemy, only you, sincere to me. I can't stand the fact that others are kind to me, so you can stay with me. The sound of a pot was simmering.

"Sambo, since I knew you, you've been a broom star. I finally became the big brother here from that small town, but I became what I am today. It's all your fault...... I'm not willing, whoever asked you to help me on my last journey, then don't leave at all. "This voice is Brother Tiger's voice.

"Hahaha...... I don't know you, and I don't want to know you, but I don't want to die so unclear, but it's better to pull the back than nothing, you deserve to be unlucky. "Brother Tiger's pony is a little nervous.

"Ah ......" Sanbao took a deep breath of the cold mist in the robbery realm, he looked at these three resentful spirits with fierce eyes, and knew in his heart that if he couldn't convince them to leave his body, he was afraid that he would be possessed by these three guys for the rest of his life.

Sambo remembered one thing, that is, when he came back from the city aid station, he was stalked and attacked by evil spirits on the boulevard in the mountains. It was suddenly dark, and all around was a ghostly mist, similar to this place.

However, that day, when the evil spirit tried to possess him, he was crushed by a hot cloud of invisible energy in his chest. At that time, I was nervous and didn't think much about it.

Can you use your invisible energy field to find a way out for them now?

Sambo involuntarily stroked his chest, and he seemed to feel a hot mass in his chest burning, about to gush out.

"Hahaha. Even if you recite the Jizo Sutra, it won't save you...... Your life is ours, you can't die, you can't live, just stay with us in this place where you can never leave. The three mixed strange voices roared wildly, and then an evil wind rushed towards the Three Treasures again.

"Ah......h Pierce the dark abyss in the mist.

Soon, as the strong light on the three treasures radiated, a tunnel of light appeared in the middle of the mist. The world that goes up the tunnel has a dazzling ripple like a water pattern. Bright light shone from top to bottom in this dark and infinite dark realm.

Immediately afterward, a flame of blue and red rose out of the body of the Three Treasures, suspended in the void.

This fire is like a heavenly light of hope, and it is like a guiding light in the path of darkness. Illuminates the darkness around and dispells the lingering fog.

Then, the light from Sambo's body disappeared, and he collapsed to the ground weakly. After a while he stood up, the three wraiths looked terrified, and they blocked the heat and brightness of the fire with their hands, but there was no way to escape, because the fire seemed to ignite the mist, forming a circle around the three wraiths, blocking their way from escaping.

"Don't move, calm me down, and see if I can put out the fire." Sambo steadied his breath, and the huge waves in his heart turned into ripples on the surface of a calm lake, and soon they were as horizontal as a mirror.

As Sambo's breathing steady, the flame slowly approached the pillar of light, and then was sucked into the pillar of light and disappeared without a trace. However, the pillar of light that pierced the world still connected to the world above, as if forming a tunnel to another world.

"To be honest, I don't know what's going on, but maybe that's where you should be." Sambo pointed to the unknown upper part of the pillar of light, and he continued, "If you don't follow my instructions, I will try to burn you with that fire." Sambo's words this time carried a rare command and majesty.

"But we have hatred in our hearts."

"I don't know where this hatred comes from or where it's going."

"Maybe if you go there, you'll pass on this hatred to other ghosts."

The three voices spoke anxiously, unable to tell whose voice was who.

"Hate, what can you do. The three of you come from different places, and you all have your own parents. Just because of that big thing, one with a detonator, and the other two lost their lives for those who didn't care if you lived or died. Who cares if you live or die......" Sambo shouted loudly.