Why do I dream about hell?

Don't......

I covered my mouth, my palms were covered with cold sweat, could it be that once upon a time, I went to hell?

In the book left by my grandmother, I talked about the eighteen layers of hell, which have similarities with myths and legends, but also differences.

There is no underworld in the world, and after a person dies, the soul will be reincarnated. Reincarnation does not need to go through hell, but is guided by a kind of underworld power in this world, which is, to put it in layman's terms, the will of God.

But not every soul can be reincarnated, and some people who have committed sins in life will be sent to hell by that underworld power after death, and according to the severity of the crime, they will decide which layer of hell to throw into.

The first layer of hell is full of lighter sins, and the eighteenth layer is full of some of the most terrible sinners in the world.

The ghosts who are sent to hell will be able to be reincarnated if they have served their sentences, but the lower they go, the more difficult it will be for the ghosts in hell to be reincarnated, because their sentences are astronomical, and some are even life imprisonment.

Every layer of hell is a big world, and here, it is the weak and the strong that eat the red fruit.

In the midst of the constant fighting, some strong people gradually appeared, ghost generals, ghost kings, and even higher-level ghosts, who were like warlords in the world, establishing their own territory, killing and swallowing each other.

The Xuanxian Ghost King is a warlord in the seventh layer of hell.

Sometimes, the gates of hell will be opened, and those strong people in hell will come to the mortal world, but the level of the ghost king and above is too powerful, and they will be repelled by the power of the underworld, and they can only be reincarnated if they want to stay in the world for a long time.

Just like the Xuanxian Ghost King, he must be reincarnated with the help of Sinan's body.

Don't...... Did I come out of hell too?

My hands began to tremble, my face became more and more pale, I couldn't help but touch my forehead gently, I wouldn't be a ghost king too, would I?

A pair of hands suddenly stretched out from behind me and gently circled my body: "What, it's a nightmare again?" ”

I shuddered and turned my head to look at him, he was so handsome, as beautiful as a god, but ...... He has such a strong ghost aura on him, and Xuan Xian seems to know him.

He can't come out of hell too, right?

"What's wrong?" Zhou Yuhao held my face, "Your eyes are terrifying." ”

I was stunned for a moment, and quickly turned my eyes: "Yes, yes?" Maybe it's because the nightmare is so scary? ”

"What did you dream about?" He asked.

I was silent for a moment and said, "Forget, I never remember the contents of the nightmare." ”

He smiled slightly, "It's okay, maybe it's a good thing, so that you don't have to worry about nightmares." ”

I nodded and didn't say anything more.

The people of the Zhou family seemed to get up early, but they didn't eat breakfast together, but called a servant to bring the food to the house.

After breakfast, Zhou Yuhao took me out for a stroll again, and when I went out, I saw Zhou Yuzheng, who was tending to a pot of orchids in the greenhouse.

As if he had a heart, he raised his head and looked at me, I quickly looked away, but he looked at me lightly, his eyes were always glued to me, which made me very uncomfortable.

I ignored him.

The car stopped in front of an old building, and when I got out of the car, I saw that it was actually a teahouse.

Walking into the teahouse, I heard someone playing the qin, it was the guqin, the tune was very simple, I didn't know much about the guqin, I only felt crisp and pleasant, which made people happy.

On the second floor of the teahouse, there seems to be an elegant gathering, a middle-aged man in a Republic of China robe is playing the guqin, and the surrounding tea customers are drinking tea while admiring.

Zhou Yuhao pulled me to sit down next to me and ordered a pot of Biluochun, which listened with relish. I glanced at him, and when he was alive, he lived this elegant life, and I, every day, nestled in that messy wreath shop, was busy from morning to night.

Once upon a time, we really were people of two worlds.

Did he really choose me just because of my Nine Yin Body?

After the middle-aged man finished playing, everyone applauded, and the middle-aged man saluted everyone: "I'm just throwing bricks and stones, I don't know which friend is willing to play the next song?" ”

"I'll come." Zhou Yuhao stood up and said.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, "This little brother, you haven't been here for a long time, I thought you wouldn't come again." ”

Zhou Yuhao said with a smile: "I recently went to other places, and I just came back." ”

The middle-aged man said: "You usually just listen and never play, how can you be willing to play today?" Speaking of this, he suddenly saw me sitting on the side, immediately understood, and nodded with a smile: "It turns out that I brought my little girlfriend today, do you want to play it to my girlfriend?" Okay, okay, let's borrow the little girl's light today to listen to the little brother's piano skills. ”

Zhou Yuhao confidently raised his chin slightly and said, "It's ugly." ”

After that, he walked to the guqin and sat down behind the qin, and when his hand was on the qin, his temperament suddenly changed.

When a middle-aged man plays the piano, he feels gentle and elegant, gentle as jade, but when he plays, he feels a fierce momentum, which makes people feel refreshed.

It was as if what he was holding in his hand was not a piano, but a knife.

The tune he played was the same as that played by the middle-aged man, but the artistic conception was completely different.

And he is a king who commands thousands of soldiers and horses.

I was immersed in the sound of his piano, as if I had seen a grand ancient war, when the blood was finally flowing, the kings of the two armies met on the battlefield, swords and soldiers faced each other, and in the moment of the exchange of soldiers, the style of music suddenly changed.

Become gentle and sad.

It seems that he has changed from a mighty general to a young man trapped by love, and when he tasted love for the first time, he ate the marrow and sank for it.

But the person he loved could not accept his affection.

So, he became sad, angry, and insane.

"Zheng!" With a sound, Zhou Yuhao stopped, everyone suddenly recovered from their addiction, and the middle-aged man hurriedly said, "Little brother, why don't you play?" I haven't finished playing the song yet. ”

Zhou Yuhao's hand slid over the strings and said, "Don't play, my woman is crying, I said I won't let her cry again." ”

Everyone looked at me, and I realized that I had already burst into tears.

The middle-aged man smiled: "It seems that this little girl is the bosom friend of this little brother, and she can fall in love with her bosom friend, little brother, you are so blessed." ”

Zhou Yuhao's face was full of pride, he came over and took my hand, and said, "Being able to get her is a blessing that I cultivated in my last life." ”

My old face flushed: "It's not serious." ”

Zhou Yuhao saluted the middle-aged man and the others, and said, "Everyone, I still have to accompany her shopping, so I won't bother and leave." ”

In the sound of everyone's blessings, I walked out of the teahouse with a red face.

I iced my hot face with my cold hands, as if we had just shown our affection.

There is an ancient street around the teahouse, and at this time there are more and more people on the street, and the roadside is full of shops selling pastries from the old capital, most of which have a history of hundreds of years.

I looked at the pastries on the counter, they were all made and salivated.

Zhou Yuhao is naturally bold in buying, buying, buying, buying, I look at a piece of pastry, he will buy a pack, let me eat.

But I don't have a big appetite, I can only eat one piece at most in a pack, and he takes care of the rest.

Later, I could only taste one small bite of almost every piece, and I didn't know where his belly was so big, but he could eat them all.

There is a shop on the corner that specializes in selling all kinds of rock sugar gourds, Zhou Yuhao bought a bunch and handed it to me, I was about to open my mouth to bite it, but he took it back.

I glared at him, but he smiled playfully, bit the top hawthorn off, and fed it directly into my mouth mouth-to-mouth.

I was stunned for a moment, and the hawthorn had already fallen into my mouth, and my mouth was filled with sweetness, and the faint scent of grass on his body.

I jumped up like a frightened rabbit, took a few steps back, and scolded with a red face: "What are you doing in this big court? ”

He looked at me with a smile, as if my expression pleased him and put him in a good mood.

"Would you like another one?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Don't!"

"Really?"

"Really don't! Don't you think our conversation is naïve? I asked angrily at him.

"I don't think so." Zhou Yuhao smiled proudly, "I just think it's cute." ”