Get out of the way—the door god widened his eyes in anger and roared at the gray-haired rat who still had a wisp of ghostly spirit.

The gray-haired rat floated to the field with a gust of wind, and was not knowing where to go, but was choked by something, unable to move, and still able to speak: Have pity on me! I've died once, and very miserably, and I don't believe you look at my charred body in the grass.

Who doesn't know you've died once? Now it's time for you to go with me, you're no longer the original little mole, but the soul of the little mole, why are you still nostalgic for your pathetic corpse?

Which god are you? What's in it for me to go with you? The gray hairy mouse thought, it doesn't matter if he dies once, again, or even a hundred times. When this thought arises, its choked neck seems to be extremely painful, the pain is as uncomfortable as the oil fire burning when it is dying, but it feels that the fingers pinching it are not forced, what is the matter? Without thinking, it instinctively cried for: I will go with you, and you will not make me uncomfortable.

Alright, I'll take you away.

The gray-haired mouse suddenly felt that its body was relaxed, and it was no longer uncomfortable, and it turned around and recognized that it was the beast god standing in front of it, so it knelt down and bowed: Great God, I have suffered a lot in the beast path, can you let me be reincarnated and become a human this time?

Ha...... You don't have to be like this, get up quickly, I can't decide what you will become when you are reincarnated, it is determined by your karma, don't say more. Si Beast God suddenly waved his arm, and in front of him was a deep cave: Follow me through this cave and find your own home!

The gray-haired rat then crawled towards the burrow, which was dark, with the sound of gurgling water and the sound of the wind, but it did not feel cold, but its heart was full of fear. I don't know how far I climbed, I saw a fire in front of me, the gray mouse was afraid to move forward, Si Beast asked him why he didn't go, it said that it was afraid of fire, and he was burned to death by the oil fire.

Rest assured that there is nothing to do. When the animal god saw that the gray mouse not only did not go, but also retreated to the back, he said, "What you see now is the fire of hell, and the soul of the beast that should not go to hell will not harm itself even if it passes through hell." Hearing this, the gray-haired rat magnified his courage, and went around to the front again, and fixed his eyes on the fire—the sky was scorching, and the tongue of fire was full of spirits sobbing, and the tongue of fire was as big as a python, sizzling, and countless spirits turned into smoke and dust, and the spirits were as many as clouds, and the muscles turned to ashes in an instant, and the burning ones flew in the sky, walked on the ground, ran on the mountains, swam in the water, and roasted two-legged jumping, three-legged, four-legged, and multi-legged climbing. There are also hairy, hairless, hairless, hideous, ugly, aggressive, all of them, all kinds of different into the fire pit and flames, melancholy, miserable and miserable, all with the sparks blooming sadly.

At that moment, the gray-haired mouse asked Si Beast God, there are also rats in that huge fire pit, and I am also a rat One step forward, isn't there also a danger of being burned? Si Beast God smiled: You have a strange question. He showed the gray mouse the firelit cave wall, and in an instant it became a magical screen, on which there was a terrifying scene: a middle-aged man's naked body was covered with lupus erythematosus, and he was desperately scratching with his hands, so that pus and blood flowed, and even his ten fingers were infected, and the joints of each finger were blistered like sesame seeds, and they were all swollen. The man tickled his body with one hand, and because the itch did not stop, the other hand also came in, that is, a pair of hands exchanged and scratched hard. It's not accurate enough to say it's itching, because if you use enough force, you can say it's itching. These actions were carried out alone in the house, and his child occasionally pushed the door in and told him not to scratch it, saying that he was already bleeding pus and blood, and it was better to use medicated liniment. He said: Child, the medicine has been rubbed several times, but it is not good, and the body is hot and itchy, and it is uncomfortable to die if you don't scratch it. Go away, kid! Otherwise, it will infect you, and your mother divorced me because of my illness.

Suddenly, with a wave of his hand, the image on the cave wall disappeared. The gray hairy mouse asked: What do you mean by showing me the man with abscesses? What does he have to do with the spirits being burned in the fire pit? Si Beast God waved his hand again, and the image on the cave wall appeared again: it was still the middle-aged man, demonstrating his previous behavior. He was originally a hunter and liked to hunt birds, he used to shoot birds with a shotgun, one by one, but then he came up with a more poisonous trick and laid a net in the forest, which could catch many birds at a time, even dozens to hundreds, and over the course of a year, he could catch thousands of birds. Most of the birds he caught were live birds, and he didn't bother to kill them, but he burned a large pile of firewood in the yard in front of the door, and pasted the live birds one by one with thin mud and put them into the fire to burn, and the live birds were not dead, and they stared at the murderous man with hatred, and then jumped out of agony, and then died miserably. The man was afraid that the flesh of the birds would not be cooked, so he opened the tongue of fire and buried them in it, and after a while, when the flesh smelled fragrant, he picked it up with fire scissors and spread them one by one on the long table. There is a dining table next to it, with vinegar, soy sauce, chili powder, chopped green onions, and other condiments, all served on small plates.

The man had demonstrated that he peeled off a piece of dry mud, and inside was the hot and tender bird meat, and he used a knife to rip off the bird's internal organs, and all that was left was soft meat, and then he tore it piece by piece, dipped it in vinegar, soy sauce, and sprinkled with some green onions, and it tasted strangely fragrant; If you like spicy, you can also sprinkle some chili powder, which will taste spicy and delicious, and it will be hot and sweaty. The man enjoyed the mud barbecue bird meat, and naturally advertised it without advertising, and many villagers gathered around to see it, and then tasted a bite of it, and then bought it one by one, so that the man burned the large pile of firewood more and more, and the business became more and more prosperous. If it rains, they will go to the hall and burn it, and at first the villagers will eat it, and then the people in the city will know about it, so they will come in groups or one after another to try it. When the city people came, the man raised the price because he felt that the city people were rich.

Later, the supply of these barbecued bird meat was in short supply, and the man was about to control more bird hunting in the mountains, when at this time, red bumps began to appear on his body, itching when he scratched them, and those red bumps slowly became larger, spreading from the armpit limb sockets, palms, and foot bends to the whole body. He went to the doctor, used a lot of medicines, eaten, touched, washed, and infused several bottles of medicine, but still did not get better, not only spent all the money earned by the mud barbecue bird meat as a trade, but also threw a little savings in the family into it, and now he had no money to cure itching, so he had to scratch painfully, making pus and blood blurred, his body was hot and swollen, and he exuded an unpleasant fishy smell.

When the gray mouse saw this, he still didn't understand, he stretched out his forelimbs and grabbed the beast god, and said What are you doing, why do I get more confused the more I look at it? Si Beast God said secretly: In the end, it is a beast, stupid to the extreme. He snapped his fingers, and the image on the wall changed again. I saw a little official catch the itchy man, hook his soul away, and give it to the king of Hades, who made him kneel on the ground and asked him what crime he had committed, and he replied that he had not committed a crime. Hades said, "You have burned countless birds alive, and you deserve death." Once, when the birds were nervous, you caught a few milk swallows in the bird's nest in the beam of the house, burned them alive, and sold them as bird meat for money. Now thousands of bird souls have come to the underworld to complain that you are innocent of death. Hearing this, the man's body trembled. Hades pointed at him and continued: Now let your soul become a vulture, which is also your form in the next life.

As soon as the words fell, the man began to shapeshift, and in the blink of an eye he became a fierce vulture. Lord Yama said to a servant of the underworld, grab it, throw it into the fire pit, and let it take a good taste of the pain of being burned by the fire.