A dazzling red fills the surroundings, and the red gradually differentiates into light and shade near and far, outlining the dry trees, the flowing stream, and the lotus flowers blooming in the stream. The never-ending wails spread all around the low mountain, the crackling of the fire continued, and the strange chirping of birds streaked from one end of the sky to the other.

What was burned? Where is this?

Chen Jian found that his self-consciousness had returned, and he remembered what had happened before—the ghost-like jailer in the mask had taken him to Jizo Gong's room, and after that, he had been here.

Suddenly, a piercing pain appeared in his fingers, and he felt his skin being torn apart, and the irresistible pain was torn from his fingertips to his neck, and his entire arm became extremely hot.

"Ahh

To no avail.

The pain intensified, all the skin was torn apart for no apparent reason, and the bare blood vessels were beating in the air. But there was no blood on his body, only the pain lingered in his heart.

What the hell is going on? Is this a sentence of purgatory? You can't even see what's going on!

Pain seemed to have become his nature, and all kinds of punishments followed, and he just rolled on the ground, fainted, and woke up...... Repeat this endless process over and over again.

After an hour, two hours, or maybe many days, Chen Jian was hungry, and his stomach was entangled in a shriveled ball, perhaps even the color of blood faded. Confused, accustomed to the erratic pain, he struggled to crawl to the edge of the stream, reaching for a puff of water.

But he was horrified to find that he had no hands!

The murky water reflected him in blood red.

He's just a sticky mass of meat.

All the pain he had experienced before was an illusion, he had no fingers, no skin, no internal organs, he was a complete mass of blood, without a human form! But he could see his surroundings, he could hear sounds, he could smell the stench of burning flesh and corpses, his mouth could even taste the bitterness of ashes floating in the air, and he felt so hungry that his whole body was badly dehydrated from the heat.

"Why! What the hell am I ...... What's wrong!"

He roared, only to find himself speechless, his voice only in his head—even though he didn't have a head.

Thirsty, thirsty...... I want to drink water!

Chen Jian dragged his fleshy body desperately, and half of his "body" poured into the stream.

The stream smelled strange, but he didn't care about it so much, and soaked it up heartily.

"Hey, come and see, there's a new guy!" a voice suddenly came from behind him, to be precise, Chen Jian's body did not exist before and after.

After hearing the voice, Chen Jian immediately had doubts-

Why can he speak?

Chen Jian squirmed and slowly climbed out of the stream, and he struggled to lift his "eyes" to the highest before he could see all the people who appeared in front of him.

The man was covered in crimson, flesh, bones, and blood mud combined to form an incomplete human body: he had no feet, his lower body was a blur of flesh like Chen Jian's, his upper body had a spine and some bones supporting his arms, and there were some muscles and skin scattered elsewhere, and there was an eyeball in the part of his face that slid around in the flesh.

Hearing this man's shout, his companions appeared one after another.

All of them were mutilated and strange, except for one in a black robe.

The black-robed man squatted down and sighed, quite human: "Let him speak first." ”

"Good. As he spoke, a sturdy "man" took out an herb from the fleshy body and stuffed it into Chen Jian.

Hearing the black-robed man say that he wanted to let himself speak, Chen Jian was of course very happy, but the method of sending herbs to the man was really outrageous, as if he was mud in a potted plant.

It's not much worse, though.

Chen Jian still has the perception of being a human being. He felt a thick hand force the herb into his mouth, and the hand pushed his teeth open and stabbed directly into his throat, and the uncontrollable feeling of vomiting suddenly appeared, but his stomach was empty, except for some blue mucus flowing.

The strong man didn't care. The pain of purgatory was a thousand times more disgusting than this, and he was used to it.

The black-robed man watched as the meat puree devoured the herbs little by little until it was completely swallowed into the flesh, and he said, "You can speak now." ”

"I ...... I ......" Chen Jian tried a few times.

It does make a sound.

"How did you get down?"

"Come down, you can get out from above?"

The black-robed man looked at Chen Jian with sympathetic eyes: "I advise you not to think too much. Suddenly, he showed an extremely hideous countenance, and his muscles exploded, as if he was about to break the whole face.

After a few seconds, he regained his composure.

"I'm not scaring you. I'll tell you right away what this place is and what you're going through. Let's introduce myself first. ”

"My name is Chen Jian...... Framed so far. ”

"It seems that you don't really want to say. The black-robed man had insight into people's hearts, and heard his reluctance from Chen Jian's tone, "That's it, it's almost the same thing anyway." ”

What does this mean? Chen Jian just wanted to ask, but the black-robed man didn't give him a chance.

"My name is Ye Liancheng, and I used to be the head of Wudang. ”

Chen Jian's head was numb, and he raised his non-existent eyes and carefully observed the man in front of him.

Who said before that Ye Liancheng was sentenced to purgatory because his identity as a subversive was exposed. To be able to meet him here, that is, all those who practice purgatory will be sent to this place, and where is this?

Chen Jian looked around, and without exception, he was filled with red.

It's purgatory!

Ye Liancheng continued: "Like you, I was also framed. Ah, it's not quite appropriate to say it's a frame-up - in any case, this is purgatory, the place where the Jizo Gong is at his disposal. All the people who come in are like you at first, going through the torture of skinning, pulling out bones, burning and grinding and then turning into pulp, at this stage you will continue to feel the pain of skinning, but this is the easiest time. ”

Is it easy to become a puddle of flesh that can only be wriggled and have to suffer from constant pain?

"You want to know why? In this purgatory, as long as you eat all kinds of things, you can regain some of your abilities as a human being, such as now that I have hands and feet, and my face is almost complete, which is the result of continuous devouring. Ye Liancheng's whole body trembled, and a man on the side suddenly howled, "But as the human form gradually becomes complete, the more punishments will be experienced, and at my stage, it will probably be at any time-"

Ye Liancheng suddenly fell to the ground in pain, his snow-white teeth were crushed, and he rolled in front of Chen Jian.

"Ah...... Ahh

The crying seemed to be contagious, and Ye Liancheng's partners fell to the ground one after another, rolling and crying bitterly. What an embarrassing sight, living people are disgraced at this moment, and only shame remains.

"Hah...... Iron tree punishment, no matter how many times you can't get used to it......," Ye Liancheng said with tears in his eyes, "This is the price of turning into a human form—finger severing, skinning, bone pulling, car splitting, cannon branding, steamer...... There are about 10 of them. ”

"Why do you ...... that?"

"It's the dignity of being born!" muttered a man with a crying voice.

"That's right, we are noble people, not the playthings of Jizo Gong, that skeleton is staring at us all the time, he enjoys our pain, our fears, our lowly appearance," Ye Liancheng whispered, "I will definitely not let him feel comfortable!"

Chen Jian was speechless.

What a paradox! To become human is to regain dignity, but the more human you are, the more complicated the pain you experience, and these pains are enough to make a person lose his mind and become the most humble body inferior to a beast.

Chen Jian noticed that something was rolling backwards on the ground.

It turned out to be their tears.

The tears turned into crystal clear balls of water, gathering into streams in the crimson overflowing meadows, each stream of water meandering and circling, and finally merging into the stream that had just been drunk, and the stream continued to flow into the invisible distance, and on the surface of the water, many budding lotus flowers suddenly bloomed—

Pink petal tips, white body, pure green canopy.

In this world of red, they are the only colors.