The fifty-ninth sorrow came down from the ground

After Ermao went through two bursts of bowels and laughter, he really experienced sorrow and happiness.

I'm exhausted from getting out of the laughter. He was like a serious illness. Sluggishness. Due to the relationship of time, he had to drag his tired body forward, but his mood was ...... depressed for a while.

The pigs were unscathed. Naturally, it has a great relationship with the seven emotions and six desires.

Ahead, the wind was howling, the cold was pressing, and the two of them seemed to have reached an air outlet, and the cold air came out of the cracks in the ground over there.

An invisible aura permeated the air ....... Suddenly the whole land was enveloped. Makes Ermao shudder!

"Oh my god, why is this place so evil?" Ermao asked, "Piggy, do you know what kind of place this is?"

"Sorrow comes down from the ground!" said Piggy, "It's enough for you to bear!

"What do you mean by sorrow coming down from the ground?" Ermao didn't figure out what was going on. I was about to ask again, when I heard a whining cry coming from there.

"Who?" Ermao immediately became alert.

"Woo woo!" a low, woman's cry came from ...... other side. With the rhythm the sound gets louder and louder.

"Who? who's crying over there?" Ermao's nerves instinctively tensed. He dared to shout, "Can you stand up and see me?"

The cry stopped. For a while, there was silence, as if death. The fierce wind seemed to disappear at that moment.

Piggy's face is expressionless, like a sculpture ....... I don't feel the cries from hell.

"Damn!" Ermao sighed: "Who is making trouble?"

Suddenly, the cry arose again, revealing an irresistible sadness between the faint sourness. The chill that had stopped rose again with the cry. The wind is fierce, the sky is cold.

"Damn!" Ermao hugged his arms and said, "It's too evil to be cold for a while and hot for a while!" This cry is also evil, and it makes me want to cry when I hear it. ”

"Woooooo Sonic deafrums. With the rhythm of the cry, the wind and cold air also increased, and suddenly a ten-level wind blew in the hell. It was bitterly cold.

"Who? Who is there? What are you crying about there? Making others feel uncomfortable!" Ermao shouted, hoping to get a response.

The cry was sudden, and then it began again, much quieter than before. The voice of grief clearly came from ...... underground.

The mournful cry began to become low and penetrating, causing a drastic change in mood when one listened.

Ermao suddenly felt that he couldn't hold back the sourness in his heart anymore, a sadness, and a sadness! Somehow, while choking, tears couldn't help but flow down .......

The cry was intermittent, low and crying, and it sounded like listening to a sad and miserable story to Ermao. It seems to be telling people a history of blood and tears. And that story, that history of blood and tears, is as if it happened to me. At this moment, the picture of his mother lying in his arms after the death of his mother was once again reflected in his mind.......

He was grieved and sad when he caused his mother to die at his feet because of his own mistakes! With that desolate and gentle cry, he was so aggrieved that he came back to life.

Suddenly, the cry was high-pitched. His mood changed with the cry, as if he was venting his anger, and he began to cry with the cry, and then he simply rolled on the spot... It's a complete pain.

The cry was intermittent, sometimes loud and sometimes small, sometimes low, sometimes high-pitched, and the sorrow was so heartfelt!

When the cry was low, it was suppressed, mournful!

When the cry is high-pitched, it makes people feel tight, bloated, and grief-stricken!

"Mother, mother, child, sorry for you!mother!mother!" he shouted hoarsely: "Mother, my mother, where are you?"

Suddenly, the cry stopped abruptly, and there was silence. Ermao fell to the ground like a deflated leather doll with the rhythm, stopped crying, and looked like a dead man. After a few tosses, he was exhausted and almost fainted.

After a long silence, the strange cry came out of the ground again, and the breath rose like a gossamer...

Ermao's fingers began to move with the slight cry. The voice grew gradually, gradually...

He began to become emotional, like a frozen snake slowly waking up and slowly getting up. Twisting his body to look up at the sky, he may have seen heaven at that moment! He had reached the level of extreme sorrow, and it was never as good to live as to die...!

To live is to be alive, to be busy, to be busy, to be tired! How good it is to die! Not to worry, not to be tired, not to be busy, not to be busy, and so on. You can be completely, at ease, carefree, and lie there relaxed, play as long as you want, sleep as long as you want, and sleep as long as you want. He began to yearn for that kind of life, for the kind of ease, tranquility, and simplicity that death would bring.

He stared at the sky, his face pale, his lips a little blue... Maybe he's talking to someone.

"Woooooo

Ermao seemed to have taken a stimulant, and jumped up all of a sudden, not at all like before, he went crazy desperately, and couldn't tell whether it was crying or laughing. It looks relaxed. I don't know where the strength comes from, tossing and turning, jumping and jumping, living like a monkey. A look of wanting to stop. Almost insane, like a jazz prince! The frenzied swing lasted about half an hour.

Suddenly, the cry stopped abruptly, and then he fell to the ground with a thump. He's dying......!

I don't know how long it took to wake up, and when he woke up, he was lying in the arms of the pig.

"Piggy! Fear... No," he said silently, "Break through the level and get the secret of prophecy, just... It's all up to you, I'm going to... Heaven... Go to my mother! I want to....succeed in the level... Get the secret... After that, the two of us... A piece to go for people... Class....do something good, really... Lose... I'm sorry! Remember, get... After prophesiing the secrets, try as much as you can... Deter... Disaster happens, rescue....save humanity....mission all... Depend on... You... That's it!" he said, closing his eyes.

"What nonsense are you talking about? You are just being disturbed by emotions and causing you to lose control of your emotions, it seems that man's emotions and desires are terrible! He will also kill people!" he said, and Pig Pig slapped him twice on the face.

"And!" he suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Go and tell the king of Hades, and give you the remaining hundred and twenty years!"

"Ahem, what are you talking nonsense? You can't die, it's just that your heart rate is haggard, and you'll get better after a rest!" Pig Pig said and shook his head, and a bright light flashed into his body. Suddenly, he jumped up and down, refreshed, and returned to his old form.

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