Each layer of hell is a punishment for people's past**, and it has its own weirdness. There are only about two dozen people left, and no one knows if they will be able to go through all the purgatory, but even if they do, they are not destined to be reincarnated.

Except for Luo Kun and Wang Jingxing, all of them had sad faces and were extremely depressed. Wang Jingxing just silently observed the surroundings, while Luo Kun was secretly happy about the weight of the jade in his arms, how much money did he have to have!

There was a pungent fragrance in the corridor, rich and fragrant, condensed but not dispersed, and the aftertaste was endless, like a woman's rouge gouache. Gradually, the pleasant sound of the girl's laughter sounded in his ears, and the man was impetuous.

People quickened their pace, just glanced at the door, all of them were red-faced, and even worse, they were bleeding from their noses.

In the room, there are too many women to laugh and scold, but there are no men, just like the daughter country in Journey to the West, which is a woman's world. Here, there are pure and lovely girls, scantily clad young women, and plump and charming, but without exception, all of them are beautiful and fragrant, and they are all in calamity to the country and the people. A few bold men took off their clothes while seducing the young man at the door.

In this panic year, everyone is poor, where have I seen so many women, and there are more old virgins like Luo Kun. There was a person who couldn't help but be tempted to rush to a woman, his behavior was like blowing the horn of the charge, and all the ** unbearable and horny people were driven by him to rush into this "daughter country" and hugged left and right.

Luo Kun looked greedy, marrying a wife was his biggest dream, if it weren't for the pain in his arm, he would have turned into a beast and rushed into it. Wang Jingxing pulled him towards the next hole.

Luo Kun knew that this was for the sake of his life, but he still watched obsessively as the group of men rudely tore the women's clothes, ravaged them, and fornicated them, and the women also cooperated with the men, and the air instantly exuded a sluggish aura. Slowly, a red rash appeared on the man's body, causing the place where the woman had touched to gradually rot and fester. The man didn't notice it, as if he had lost his mind, and was just madly venting people's **. Luo Kun closed his eyes, unwilling to look at the bloodshed of this hell anymore. Of the hundred or so people, only Luo Kun and Wang Jingxing remained.

The corrupt hell of the eighteen layers of hell, all those who have fallen ** have turned into blood and water in fornication.

The next scene was even more bloody, with heavy axes bouncing up and down, sharp knives grinding violently against the air, and a thick blood in the dimly lit chamber.

Even though he was mentally prepared, Luo Kun still vomited. Countless human heads were lined up on one side, rough sticks inserted from the neck of the head, through the entire skull, and from the scalp to see a hard object from the mouth, the dead stared at the white eyes, and dark red blood flowed down the sticks, infecting the entire wood. The shouts of the people came into their ears, and I saw a person who was cut off by an axe, his head and neck were only connected by a layer of skin, and the lower half of his body was chopped into meat in an instant, and he could not see the appearance of a person. The other person was cut off from the waist with a knife, but the cruel thing was that this person was not dead, he was crawling on the ground in pain, and the intestines in his stomach were completely dragged out, and what was even more disgusting was that the intestines were still wriggling, and the food he ate was eliminated from the broken place little by little, and the yellow and red dripped.

"Looks like there's more than one entrance here!" Wang Jingxing said.

"Brother Wang, what did you say?" Luo Kun didn't understand.

"Listen carefully." Wang Jingxing didn't answer, but asked Luo Kun to listen carefully to the surroundings.

"Well, there is nothing but the sound of axes, and the sound of knives." Luo Kun listened attentively, and suddenly his eyebrows twitched, "No, there is also the sound of water." ”

"You come with me." Wang Jingxing walked with strange steps, skillfully avoiding all the organs, and Luo Kun also followed the left and right turns to a wall, and the sound of the water was much louder. Wang Jingxing took out a small shovel and knocked on the wall, pinpointing a weak point and digging it up.

"Brother Wang, what are you doing here?" Luo Kun was puzzled.

"You wait." As Wang Jingxing dug hard, a hole was carved out of the wall, a damp breath came to his face, and there was a "boom, boom" thunder from behind the wall, Wang Jingxing drilled over, and Luo Kun followed. A rushing dark river appeared in front of the two of them, the rushing water pouring into the mountains and the sea that could destroy everything, and the huge gears were pushed and spun in the depths of the river.

"Big brother, what is this?" Luo Kun became more and more confused.

"Brother, listen to me, we are not coming to hell, but in the Yama Mountain, where a huge secret is hidden. You are an innocent person who should not be involved, and the next road is a life of death, and I don't know if I can live. Now, if you have a chance, I will send you out, and whether you can survive or not depends on your creation. Regardless of whether Luo Kun understood it or not, Wang Jingxing poured it all into Luo Kun in one breath.

"Brother Wang, you" Before Luo Kun finished speaking, he was pushed into the water by Wang Jingxing, Luo Kun struggled and wanted to climb ashore, but the strong current rushed him into the dark, lost his sense of direction, and choked him with a mouthful of water

The world is dark, and you can't see the sun. There are only countless evil ghosts wandering around, Luo Kun is terrified, it is a hungry ghost who was bitten to death by insects, it is a greedy ghost who is still laughing, it is a pervert who has only white bones left, and the ghost man who has a severed head and intestines, "No, don't follow me, Brother Wang, Brother Wang." Luo Kun was chased by ghosts all the way, but he couldn't find an exit, and spun around like a headless fly. He fell to the ground, gasping for breath, watching the demons catch up with him, gnawing at his own flesh and bones, feeling the pain of losing everything. When Luo Kun was about to despair, a light source appeared in front of his eyes, he stretched out his hands as much as he could, crawled towards hope, ignored the entanglement of evil ghosts, roared angrily, and plunged into the light source.

Looking around sluggishly, Luo Kun couldn't open his eyes under the dazzling sun, the big river in front of him flowed slowly, no longer the previous turbulence, the flat river beach, the distant mountains and forests, and the crisp birdsong all interpreted that he had left that terrifying purgatory.

"Brother Wang, where are you, Brother Wang" Luo Kun shouted vigorously but received no response, as if everything that happened was just a nightmare he had, but the weight of the jade in his arms told him that it was not a dream.

Luo Kun was very unwilling, he was powerless to help Wang Jingxing, he helplessly sat on the river beach for three days, and finally left in despair, no one knew whether Wang Jingxing was alive or dead, and where to go.

Turbulent times are always tormenting, but like a dark night, it will be long no matter what, and it will eventually usher in the dawn. In 1945, the Japanese army surrendered unconditionally, and the Chinese War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression was won, making great contributions to the anti-fascist war. In the next civil war between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, ** through the three major battles of Liaoshen, Huaihai and Pingjin to eliminate the basic main force of the Kuomintang, in April 1949, the People's Liberation Army crossed the Yangtze River with a million lions and overthrew the Kuomintang government, and in October of the same year, New China was founded, and the Chinese people ushered in a new future, and the story had just begun.