Having been to hell, suffering in the lake of fire, coming back alive, standing in the heavens and the earth again, facing the newborn sun, I thought that I was no different from yesterday today.

But when the first rays of morning light crossed my face, the burning sting instantly awakened the memory of the struggle—that death is never the most fearful, that there is never death, eternal torment, and never rest.

The sun pierced into my eyes, and at the moment of brightness blooming, I was struck by a great sadness, for I finally understood why the railing had been so calm, sad and desperate when I had said it on the White Island.

"God was furious, and cast him out of the race, and put a mark on him, and from that time forth he would live in darkness, immortal and perishable, and tormented forever. ”

The Bloods, no matter how young and beautiful they may seem, eternal and mysterious, but what is the difference between their fate and the undead and eternal scorched bones of the lake of fire!

It turns out that hell is everywhere.

My poor brother.

If he had a choice, would he be willing to become a Bloodline again?

If I had a choice, would I be willing to become a Bloodline on the day I turned seventeen?

And the sea of paintings, which floated and sank with me in the lake of fire and stood beside me at the moment, still had my jasper hairpin tied around the back of his neck, and he didn't have time to pull it off.

Bathing in the bright morning light again, how is her mood different?

"If you don't speak, I'll take you as an answer. The boy's tone was non-negotiable.

"If I don't speak, how can you be my answer. I gritted my teeth and got closer to where my sister had sunk.

"For there is no one in heaven or on earth who dares to disobey me. The young man smiled, and his tone was elegant and proud.

"I promise you. "I said sternly that I would never sleep on my seventeenth birthday.

"Don't break your word, otherwise I won't let you go up to the sky and down to the ends of the earth. The young man smiled, knowing exactly what I was thinking.

"Take out your hairpin and tie it in the back of her neck. The young man said lightly: "You little monster, if you can stay...... You can go. ”

I was pricking up my ears and listening to every word he said, when suddenly a head burst out of the water in front of me and almost hit the tip of my nose, it was my sister!

I saw that her eyes were dilated, her expression was confused, her neck could barely support her head, and she fell into the lake after a bang.

I held her up, and without a moment's hesitation, I pulled off the hairpin on her head and plunged it into the middle of her neck.

With a low cry of "ah", Huahai suddenly raised his head, opened his eyes wide, his eyes were instantly clear, and his expression was painful.

I was overjoyed to know that my sister's spirit had returned.

Suddenly, the black waves surging under me, as if they were about to set off a big wave, I held my sister tightly and didn't dare to lose my hand.

The strange thing is that the lake water is no longer as hot as before, and I don't think much about it, so I drag my sister to the ground, split the black waves, and swim to the shore.

Suddenly, a huge wave lifted us both into the air, and then one tilted, and we were thrown off the top of the wave and fell heavily on the shore of the lake.

The moment I landed, I couldn't help but look back, the black waves of the lake of fire were monstrous, shining, countless pairs of black hands, faintly shining with bright light, struggling on the surface of the lake, climbing in vain towards the air, sinking, rising again, but finally, with the calm of the lake, it fell silent.

It was as if I heard a huge, dull roar coming from the bottom of the lake, like a giant beast in captivity, angry, evil, helpless, and terrifying.

But it's not a monster, it's a person who is imprisoned in hell - what kind of people, what kind of sin, will fall into hell?

Who allowed and arranged the life that did not really die, endure this nightmarish and never-ending torment?

Even if it is a god, when he comes to the lake of fire and walks through it, I don't believe that he can bear it?

My sister was lying next to me, her eyes bright and clear, looking straight at a certain place, her right hand clenched into a fist all the time.

I looked in the direction she was looking, and it was the back of the blonde boy.

This blonde boy, standing on the shore of the lake of hellfire, was shining with gold and spotless.

Is he a demon or a god?

Is it the devil's spokesman or God's most faithful servant?

I tried to stare at his back, trying to see better.

However, I really can't see it clearly.

His whole being was shrouded in a layer of glittering golden light.

"I know who you are. Hua Hai said softly, his voice trembling slightly, like water droplets splashing on the smooth stone surface, making a clanging sound.

"Hehe!" the young man sneered, "At this time, still refuse to let go?"

Hua Hai got up from the ground, straightened her neck, pulled me up from the ground, stretched out the hand she had been holding, and a small golden feather lay in her palm.

"Give it back to you. Huahai said calmly.

I reached out and didn't take it, but went around the back of her head, trying to pull off the long hairpin that was stuck there.

She dodged slightly, avoiding my hand, still spreading her palms at me, and her voice was more flat, without any emotion: "Give it back to you." ”

This feather must have been on the steps of the magnificent hall before, and I grabbed it in the direction of the young man, and I grabbed a feather from his body, and then brought the feather to the water.

However, it is only a feather.

Because I didn't cherish and keep it properly, because I gave it to my sister, this young man made such a big fuss that I and Huahai almost fell into the lake of hellfire.

As for it?

In his eyes, my sister and I are not as good as this feather!

I took the feather from my sister's hand, and gently clenched my fists at the young man's dazzling golden back, and said loudly: "This feather, since it is so precious, I will return it to you, Meiyi dare not ask for it." ”

"What did you say?" the young man's tone was very displeased, "You clearly said that you would take it with you." ”

"I said that, but I'm not a bird, and I don't have to carry feathers with me. I said seriously: "Besides, my sister and I are in danger, and it is also because of this feather, I don't want to have another disagreement with my sister for this little feather." Please take it back. ”

"Then you ask your sister, does she dare to encroach on it?" the young man sneered, "And what do you say, 'little feather'? Do you know how big this feather is......"

"I don't care how big this feather is!" I interrupted him: "Is the feather so powerful, I should ask a bird! Let me tell you, my sister has never seen any treasure since she was a child, and it will be rare for you to shed a feather out of nowhere? Besides, this feather was originally given to my sister, what kind of 'encroachment heart', please don't say it so ugly! Finally, since you are so precious to your feathers, please take good care of yourself, and stop bothering others!"

With that, I threw the feather in the direction where the boy was standing.

"You...... You ......" The boy was enraged, but unfortunately he couldn't say two "you" in a row.

The feather seemed to hesitate, floating in the air, gradually stopping, not knowing where to go.

This young man was proud and conceited, listening to his tone, he didn't pay attention to anyone, and it was estimated that no one dared to reason with him, so that his ability to quarrel and debate was not honed well, and he was clumsy in coping with him if he choked him a few words.

I nodded, identified my footprints on the lawn, and stepped on a small black flower, and I didn't care, and pulled my sister away.

"You...... You're still stepping on my flowers!" the boy was furious.

I picked up my sister and ran like I was flying.

Don't run now, wait when!

"Meiyi, don't run, look back, what kind of ability my 'little feather' has!" the young man said unhurriedly.

The wind was blowing on the soles of my feet, but his voice was always in my ears.

I was shocked, and I knew more and more that I couldn't turn back.

Suddenly, my hand loosened, and the hand that drew the sea let go of my hand.

"Meiyi, look!" Huahai exclaimed behind him.

I knew I couldn't go back, I had to take the painting back with me.

I looked back.

I saw that the golden feather did not float in the direction of the young man, but unhurriedly, towards the lake of fire.

When it came to a halt above the lake, the otherwise calm surface of the lake began to surge.

I stared at the black waters, and I seemed to feel the beasts lurking beneath the surface of the lake, gradually waking up. It writhed its massive body and let out a low, water-drowning roar. The roar gradually rose from the bottom of the water, and the black waves churned violently, as if they could no longer imprison the giant beast underwater!

The feathers gradually stretched, and the delicate feathers, in the direction of the water, began to lengthen...... Lengthening ......

As the tip of the feather approached the water's surface, it bent into a hook.

A golden feather with a hook hangs leisurely above the lake, as if waiting patiently for something.

The black and shiny waves could no longer envelop the furious beast, and the water suddenly burst violently, and the giant beast rushed out—

- Where is the beast, it is clearly a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand hands of people who have fallen into the abyss of hell, black, scorched, hideous, with your determination to live and die, as if you have been called, scrambling to reach the hook that the golden feather hangs down!

I held back the panic and nausea in my heart, I wanted to see what the feather was up to, or rather, what the boy was going to show us what the feather was capable of.

My sister stood still, already stunned.

I couldn't see her expression, the hairpin was still tied to the back of her neck, and I crept closer to pull it off.

"Don't move. The young man's voice sounded faintly: "If it weren't for the thousand-year-old green snake to fix her mind, how could she stay awake in my world, hehe! ”

"But I'm sober. I said.

"Because you're home. He said.

"It's hell. I gritted my teeth and reminded him.

"Any questions?" he asked.

"This is 'hell'! How can this be 'my home'?!" I yelled.

"Beauty, unfortunately, no matter how unwilling you may be, you ultimately belong here. The boy no longer let out a "hey" laugh, but in a serious tone that I had never heard before.

Although I spoke to him, my eyes never took off the surface of the lake the whole time.

The entire surface of the lake has been covered with dry hands pressed by black pressure, and the blue and black smell of death is reflected in the sky above the lake.

It's hell.

It's a corner where the sun can't shine.

The only light in front of me was the feather hanging above the lake.

The golden feathers, with their thin golden hooks dangling, dangled on the withered hands like dark clouds.

The picture was so weird, too shocking, too ill-intentioned, that I would spend my whole life forgetting it.

It dawned on me: this thin golden hook, it was chosen among thousands of hands.

Really!

I saw the feather fall suddenly, and the thin hook on the feather was a light tap on the surface of the lake, and when it returned to the air again, I could see it clearly, a charred man hanging under the thin hook, a pair of withered hands dragging the hook, and a light fan of the feathers, bringing one out of ten thousand people away from the lake of fire.

The people in the lake are mixed, the crowd is passionate, and the hoarse throat can't make a decent sound.

But I had no time to look up at the lake of fire and see where the feather was going to take the man.

I saw the feathers slowly coming towards the shore in the direction where we were standing.

When I got closer, I could see clearly where the man's withered hand was dragging the hook, but through the hook!

But there was not the slightest hint of pain on the man's face, a look of panic and ecstasy.

The feather finally came to my sister and me, and the hook bent lightly out of the man's palm, and the man fell to the ground, not very hard.

A man who has come out of hell out of the lake of fire is like a piece of charcoal that falls before us.

I refused to come closer, and my heart was churning.

Huahai was very calm, took a step forward, and looked at the people on the ground.

The golden light flashed in front of him, and the feather began to grow slowly, as thin as a cicada's wings, and the golden light shone, slowly covering the man, like a rain cloud, overlooking a small desert.

I held my breath and I believed I hadn't missed a single detail.

I don't want to see a mysterious ending directly.

However, I still only saw a mysterious ending.