My name is any, that's right, it's any, my dad drank too much that day, and my mom was also free, so the birth certificate wrote such a random name, fortunately I don't have the surname Sui.

I have a happy family, my parents are people's teachers, and most of my life has been dedicated to the seven-foot podium.

I am thirty years old, an honorable prison policeman, and at the same time a doctor, a very serious and at the same time a very high-risk profession. But I'm still a fashionable person, as evidenced by the fact that I'm still single at the age of thirty, and then overworked and died suddenly.

Before I died, there was a criminal lying on the operating table in front of me, the criminal had undergone a rectostomy because of the advanced stage of rectal cancer. In the moment before I died, I only had time to say two words in my heart - I C!

It was dark and bright, like we were blinking. When it was lit up, I was in a team, the line was very long, there was no end in sight, everyone was in a state of dementia, and I was the same, we were all walking forward in a wooden way, with no purpose and no direction.

I don't know how long I walked, there is nothing in this place to calculate the time, the sky is gray, the yellow sand is everywhere, and occasionally I can hear a few dog barks, but it is far from the normal dog barking.

Then we got on a bridge, and under the bridge was a muddy river, but there were no fish in it, but a ghost that would never be found in other rivers, yes, a bridge. On the bridge is an old lady, it is Meng Po, carrying a shiny cane that is plated, holding an unusually beautiful bowl in her hand, the bowl is dangling with a dream-like liquid, one person will pour a bowl of soup, and then do not look at the person who drinks the soup, continue to hand the bowl to the next person, countless people just walked on the bridge, and drank countless bowls of Meng Po soup, but never saw Meng Po add soup to the bowl.

Soon, I was already standing in front of Meng Po, stupid and stupid like a puppet.

Meng Po's eyes seemed to light up, and Mu Ne's expression seemed to have changed a little, as if she was smiling, but on the corners of her withered yellow and thin mouth, it was not obvious.

Then I flew up and plunged headlong into the Nai River under the bridge, and at this moment I was awake. I clearly knew that Meng Po waved her hand at me, and the corners of her mouth really twitched, and she smiled. Then there is a sentence that remains in my head, "Nai River for a hundred years, you can cast your soul body, it is difficult to walk in the world, there is no other way." ”

What do you mean? I was still thinking about this when I was sober and planted in the Nai River. Unfortunately, the next moment I didn't have time to think about it, the already muddy river became even more turbid the moment I fell in, and I could see countless ripples rushing towards me on the water.

I'll go...... The national scolding in my consciousness has not yet begun, and I have been completely bombarded with all my thoughts by a pain.

It really hurts, it's the kind of pain like holding a red-hot soldering iron and stuffing it into the abdominal cavity, you can't catch it, you can't hide it. And I was awake, awake like I had never been, unable to move, unable to scream.

I felt like something had bitten me on my body, and now a bug that I didn't know what it was was slowly crawling towards my head, looking for a place with a hole to get into, because the shape of the thing was a drilled thing.

Nausea, pain, but I was awake, I could only watch it happen, the only thing I could move was consciousness, but unfortunately I just want to be unconscious now, no, death, more complete than coma. So I began to experience that life is worse than death.

Have I done something wrong? I have been a ghost in this life, and I will suffer this sin. It's been a year since I've been in Naihe, and when I think about this, there's a demon gouging out my eyes, oily hands and paws, and a fishy breath, and it must look worse than my current looks. One eye was gouged out, and then the demon stuffed it into his mouth without looking, chewed it, and then squeezed it out of my other eye, and by this time, my gouged out eye had grown again.

Ten years later, Meng Po's voice jumped out of his head again. I've been in Nai for ten years, and I've basically become a part of Nai River, if you don't think about the "stuff" that is raging on me.

Ninety-nine years, every year that passes, Meng Po will have a sentence to remind me, just report the year.

Suddenly a hood fell from my head, the cover was a dark gray color, and it was large enough to cover a large area around me. And at this time, I looked up and saw it.

I tried to lift my hand, but I realized that I had forgotten how to move myself.

The hood enveloped me in a huge space, and the first thing I could move was not my hands, but my throat.

Yes!

Hey, yes, I can make a sound. It took me a while to finally be able to manipulate my body again.

You rode on Lao Tzu's head and gouged out Lao Tzu's eyes for nearly a hundred years, did your ancestors set your hundred-year plan on Lao Tzu's eyes?

The first thought after moving was to rip off the demon on my head who had been trying to gouge out my eyes, after all, we hadn't officially met.

Surprisingly, it seemed like I had pulled the demon off my head with just a little bit of force.

With my palm on his slender neck, I lifted him up a little so that at least I could see better, after all, there was a murky Nai River below.

A very thin, ugly ghost, it looks a bit like a dry tree, but it is in the shape of a human being, but the proportions are completely out of balance.

Your uncle!

After seeing it clearly, I had already raised my hand to throw the evil ghost out, and the evil ghost flew straight to the edge of the cover like a brick, and then after a bang, it ended the evil ghost's screaming all the way, and it actually hit the cover like that and exploded, and there was no hair left.

That's scary, isn't it?

When I can't move, I admit it. Now that I can move, I have infinite ideas. But that definitely doesn't include touching the cover.

The next thing is to deal with the other things, the things that are still raging on me.

It's a pity that my idea is too simple. There are so many of them, and they can be found everywhere, and when I opened my stomach, what I saw was not normal organs, but all kinds of strange things, of course, they would move.

So I spent a fulfilling time in the mechanized work of digging out my stomach and throwing monsters at the same time.

What's even more depressing is that I don't know where these things come from, endlessly, endlessly, I don't know how many I have killed, in short, I haven't killed them all yet.

Looking up at the Nai He Bridge, it was still quiet, ghosts poured in endlessly, and then drank Meng Po soup and walked out towards infinity.

Continuing to fight with those things, the things on the bridge are too far away from me, although only one step away.

It's just that what I didn't notice was that as time went on, my strength seemed to be gradually increasing, and my body began to harden.