I was wearing a black padded jacket, bloated wool pants in my hiking pants, and black touring shoes under my feet. I have always been criticized for not having youthful vitality since I was a child, and I am in my twenties who are old-fashioned.

At this point, I stood in front of the mirror and looked at a black figure inside. After the initial fear, I suddenly fell into a very inexplicable emotion.

The person in the mirror is naturally me, but I feel that he is a different person. I had this feeling when Ma Danlong's painting was incorporated. The person in the mirror feels very mature and has experienced the world, and seems to have witnessed many changes in the world. At this time, he was dressed in black and black, standing in the depths of the mirror, with his hands behind his back, looking straight at me.

I suddenly had a very strange thought, is this person in my past life?

Just as he was thinking, the baritone on the announcer gave instructions: "Face the mirror...... Cross-knee...... Meditate ......"

I sat cross-legged in front of the mirror, looking across the mirror from the figure inside.

Slowly close your eyes and take a deep breath with my voice. Call...... Inhale ......, yes, and you will slowly enter the realm of visualization. ”

Visualize?! Before I entered the painting, Ma Danlong also asked me to do the same, to enter into visualization. As soon as my mind moved, the preparatory activities that Brother Peng instructed me to do were almost the same as those of Ma Danlong. Is he also guiding me into a special space?

I had a lot of thoughts on my head. There is still hypnotic music playing on the loudspeaker, if I enter that space through hypnosis, will the soul leave the body, or will the consciousness enter the deeper subconscious?

The baritone counts down: "When I count to ten, you will enter the realm of visualization, to my realm." One, two, three, four......"

My body began to tremble as he spoke, and although my eyes were closed, I saw a white light. When I counted to eight, my whole body was shaking, my eyelids were shaking, my fingertips were shaking, and my heart was beating very fast.

I was sweating on my forehead, and I couldn't imagine what it would be like to be hypnotized by hypnotosis. It is likely that when they found me a few days later, I was in a vegetative state, unaware and living with a bunch of tubes for the rest of my life.

I subconsciously struggled, but the white light grew stronger and stronger until it enveloped my whole body, and I felt comfortable, like I had returned to my carefree infant days.

When I opened my eyes again, everything in front of me changed.

I was standing underneath a temple that was so large that I had to walk up a long staircase. The cold moon is like water, and I vaguely see the bright lights in the temple, and the dark shadows are longing, and there seem to be quite a lot of people. I hesitated for a moment, but walked up the steps.

On either side of the staircase are wax figures of eighteen stories of the Passion of Hell. Every ten meters or so, a vivid torture is staged. For example, there is a throat cut, a man kneels on the ground, and the imp behind him stretches out a knife to cut his throat. The man's eyes widened and cracked in pain, and red blood trickled down his throat, staining his clothes red.

I saw that my scalp was numb, and I didn't dare to look at it anymore, and as soon as I withdrew my gaze, I actually heard the tortured man let out a "cough...... cough". I was startled, and listened closely, it was indeed he who sent it. This is a strange sound made when blood pours into the throat after the throat is cut.

I swallowed, fuck, this is a statue, isn't this a real person?!。

I wanted to go and check it out, but the torture scene was too much courage to muster. The horror is secondary, the key is the sadism, and I can strongly feel the resentment that this person has been punished and exudes before he dies.

I didn't dare to look closely at those torture scenes, so I took two steps in three steps and ran up quickly.

As I ran, I thought, what the hell is this place? Could it be that Brother Peng really hypnotized me into the underworld? Now I ...... Already dead?

I ran until I reached the temple gate, the gate was open, and when I looked inside, there was a compound surrounded by black walls, which was brightly lit and splendid, and there were many people who didn't know what to do in it.

I walked in, and the yard was too large, full of shadows, and the black fog was filled, and it seemed that there was no end in sight. The yard is divided into patches, and each of them is overcrowded, and they don't know what to do together.

I came to the back of a crowd. These men were dressed in the clothes of an unknown dynasty, all black, with pale faces and blood-red eyes. He was clenching his fists, stretching out his arms and shouting: "Knock over this sinner, so that he will never be able to live again!" ”

I looked in the back, and in the center of the field was a platform, on which knelt a naked old gentleman, skinny and bony, with his head hanging down, and his gray hair scattered, which looked quite pitiful. He muttered: I am guilty, I am guilty. I deserve it, I deserve it. He coughed as he spoke, his hands clutching his stomach as if he were in great pain.

When I saw this person, I was completely messy. This old gentleman is the old man I saw in the morgue who died of lung cancer without a skull. At this time, he was kneeling on the stage as a sinner to repent, looking at that appearance, even if he was a ghost, the pain of lung cancer has always been with him. coughing while hurting, the corners of his mouth and beard are dripping with blood.

I continued to walk inside, looked at a few venues, and it was pretty much the same. There is a person on each stage who is criticized, a ghost to be precise. All of them were tortured physically and mentally, and were collectively scolded by the crowd below, shouting for sin, and the scene could not be considered horrible, but there was an indescribable sense of madness and weirdness.

At this time, I saw the main hall, with high lights hanging inside, and several people kneeling on the ground in the lobby.

I walked over and into the main hall.

The situation in the main hall is a bit like the trial of ancient county officials, with bull heads and horse faces on both sides, and black-clothed ghosts. The kneeling men on the ground, all unclothed, naked, looked humble and obscene, like dogs. In front of them, high above, was a large table, and a man sat on the front seat. He was propped up on the table with one hand, leaning forward slightly, squinting his eyes to examine the case.

His face is clean and round, his eyes are calm, and he has the appearance of an emperor, and the atmosphere is extraordinary. I immediately looked stupid, isn't this Brother Peng?! His temperament has changed completely, and he has become a different person.

Brother Peng was dressed in an old-fashioned Mao suit from the fifties and sixties of the last century, his hair was meticulously combed, and he looked like an old cadre at first sight. As soon as he raised his eyes and saw me, the case was no longer tried, he walked out from behind the table, walked straight to me, and stretched out his hand very enthusiastically: "Xiao Liu, you are here." ”

Well, my brain can't keep up with that anymore. Under the situation, he also stretched out his hand to shake him: "Brother Peng, I'm here." ”

Brother Peng laughed: "I'm sorry, my place is a little shabby." But it's also barely a shelf, and if you take your time, it will get better and better. ”

I pointed to the kneeling man on the ground: "Brother Peng, ...... are you?"

"Oh, these are sinners who did iniquity in their lifetime. I have brought their souls here for a trial reform and re-education for them. When you are reincarnated in the next life, you will become a pure person, a person who is free from low-level interests, Ha Lu Ha. He laughed.

Out of nowhere, he took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and put them on, smiled warmly and kindly, took my hand, and walked out of the main hall. He pointed to the entire temple and said with a smile: "I built this place from scratch, how is it, it's not bad, right?" You know that I died once, I went to the underworld, and this experience inspired me a lot. Later, I consulted a lot of materials about the underworld, and talked about the eighteen layers of hell and all kinds of torture. Xiao Liu, do you know why Lu Dao wants to punish the dead souls? ”

I thought for a moment and said, "Let's make them atone for their sins." If you commit all kinds of sins in your lifetime, you can't commit them in vain, and you will naturally be punished. ”

He nodded: "So what is the purpose?" ”

"The purpose may be to alert the dead and the living, not to sin, for there is a cause and an effect. God is not blind, I will remember it for you. I said word by word.

Brother Peng didn't know if he could hear my words, he nodded: "Yes, the word 'alert' you said is very good." The purpose of torture is not to punish anyone, but to alert everyone to the evil cause and the consequences. But has this vigilance worked? ”

I blinked at him, not understanding what it meant.

Brother Peng said: "You see that evil breeds in this world, people are indifferent, and now this society is full of materialism and anger, and there is not even a minimum moral bottom line. What eighteen layers of hell, what evil causes and consequences, in the eyes of the world, is similar to a dog farting. I'm very worried, Xiao Liu, worried about the world. ”

He dragged me to the courtyard to criticize the old man with lung cancer, pointed to the old man kneeling on the stage and said, "This person must know the truth." But do you know what he did when he was alive? ”

I shook my head.

"This person has an elderly mother who has a property in her name. The old mother has always been supported by his younger brother. Just before the old mother died of illness, this person played tricks, colluded with outsiders to deceive the old mother, tampered with the will, and attributed the property to his own name. On a cold day, he found thugs to drive his brother's family out of the house and bully the property. is unfilial to his mother, unrighteous to his brother, and full of irritability, such a person is reincarnated ten times, and he is also a scumbag. Is it possible not to educate? Is it possible not to remodel? Brother Peng's face flushed as he spoke.

I said, "And you're going to make him here?" Does it work? ”

Brother Peng smiled: "Physical torture alone is too pediatric, and murder is punishable!" My purpose in building this place is to punish the hearts of these sinful souls! In this way, they can purify their souls and become a completely new person. ”

He said it with great ambition, but I heard it chilling to my bones. What Brother Peng has done has exceeded his imagination.

"What the hell is this place? Is it Hades? I muttered.

Brother Peng walked a few steps with his hands behind his back: "When I died, I had already spent the five hells in the underworld, and I learned the art of ghost cultivation, you are from the yang world, you don't need to know these things." I have come back from the dead, but I am half human and half ghost. These are not problems, but they are convenient for me to build this place. This is my world! ”

"...... here?"

"This is the hell I have made! I want to be the Lord of Hades! He jerked his head back and looked at me with blazing eyes.