"Dad, it's time for you to take your medicine. ”

"Well... Ahem... Give it, give it to me!"

"Good!"

This is Li Zimu's last memory, he clearly remembers that his son successfully handed the medicine to him and fell asleep after taking it, but after waking up, why was he arrested?

"Li Zimu, you are guilty!"

In the confusion, Li Zimu was still wandering in his thoughts, he didn't know where this was, and he didn't know why he came to this gray and extremely cold and desolate place.

Looking at this depressed and windy courtyard, for some reason, Li Zimu couldn't figure it out.

And what I can't figure out is why I became light, even if I have shackles and shackles on my body, I can't feel half a weight, which makes Li Zimu even more puzzled.

Of course, it's not that he really thinks about it, but at this time, he is already in turmoil, coupled with his usual timidity and cowardice, so at this moment, he is even more submissive.

'I... Why am I in shackles? I'm there, I remember I thought I was just sick, how did I get here? I didn't break the law!'

Finally, when the silence seemed to be broken by an icy voice, Li Zimu was completely flustered.

As an extremely responsible person, Li Zimu has never made any mistakes since he was a child, even if others bullied him, he endured it again and again, and never resisted.

And, more importantly, he clearly remembered that he took the medicine and fell asleep, how could he break the law?

And at this moment, suddenly, the voice became more and more cold and sharp, just a cold snort, and Li Zimu fell to the ground in fright.

And he really can't remember what happened to him, and he can't think about what crime he committed when he got to low.

"Li Zimu, hum! It really deserves to be an extremely useless waste, such a soul, this judge thinks that he should let his soul fly away, so as not to harm others and himself. ”

Suddenly, in Li Zimu's panic and timidity, the voice seemed to be very resentful again. And these words made Li Zimu scared half to death.

Looking at a black shadow and a white shadow suddenly floating from nowhere, a long tongue hung in his mouth. Finally, Li Zimu screamed, screaming so poignantly and panicked.

Looking at Li Zimu like this, and then looking at his life deeds, finally, the middle-aged man sitting at a long table not far from Li Zimu was completely angry.

He has been a judge countless times, and it is the first time he has seen such a person, and he can do this with only thirty or so cultivation in his life, and he really feels that he has underestimated the limits of human beings.

"No, no, please don't bully me, okay? I haven't done anything bad, I'm a good person, I've never done anything bad, you believe me. ”

Looking at Li Zimu, who was crying and begging for mercy, the judge at this moment was a little unsure whether to cry or laugh.

angry, very angry, but looking at such a person, I can't help but want to laugh, because he is so pathetic, but for some reason, he can't help but make people want to cry, especially those who have exhausted their lives for him.

Moreover, he never thought that a person's stupidity and cowardice could reach such a state, and at such a moment, he couldn't help but become calm.

Because he suddenly felt that he should judge the person in front of him well, otherwise, he really felt that he seemed to be a little too good to him.

"You're a good guy?"

"En, I, I've never done a bad thing since I was a child, and I've never had a conflict with anyone, no matter what others do to me, I'm forbearing, I'm really a good person!"

"First of all, you are dead, and secondly, in the eyes of this judge, you are a heinous person!"

"I, I, I'm dead? how? how is it possible!"

Just when Li Zimu wanted to recall how he was low, suddenly, the voice sounded coldly again, and it made Li Zimu feel that it seemed to be really cold.

"You are unfaithful and unfilial. You are convicted of unkindness and unrighteousness!"

Looking at the indifferent judge, listening to his extremely cold words without a trace of emotion, for some reason, Li Zimu felt his teeth chatter, but he still couldn't help but argue.

"I... I didn't! I..."

"Because of your timidity, you did not want to have any contact with his father, so that he felt that you were incompetent, and in the end he was full of indebtedness to you, and in order to relieve himself of self-blame for the better of you, he was overworked, and finally fell into the water, and his soul was broken in the age of standing. ”

At this point, there was a clear deep anger in the judge's eyes, after all, this was just the beginning.

"And in order to protect yourself, it is just to avoid her widowed mother, and even let others wantonly bully and humiliate, and dare not resist! You watch your parents, grandfathers and grandmothers die of humiliation and ignore it, and it is regarded as unfilial piety, you see that you are like a brother and friend who are wronged for you, and it is regarded as unkind when you see death not being saved, and you see your girlfriend being bullied and tortured but indifferent to it as unrighteousness, do you still have anything to say?"

Looking and listening, Li Zimu began to recall,

'No, it's not like that, I'm just afraid of my father, I just can't help my mother, I just can't take care of my grandparents, I... I really don't want to get into trouble, and besides, they have knives, and I'm scared, really scared!"

Thinking about it, Li Zimu couldn't help but speak a little tremblingly, but listening to this ridiculous excuse, the judge in front of him was really angry at this time.

couldn't help but say, with a wave of his big sleeves, Li Zimu felt that he was flying into the distance.

In his ears, only a breezy word was left at this time, but Li Zimu was like five thunderbolts.

"Entering the eighteenth layer of hell, tasting the suffering of the eighteenth layer of hell for 1,800 years..."

Why?

Li Zimu didn't understand, he really couldn't figure it out, after all, he really hadn't done anything bad, did he?

But soon, he panicked again, because at this time, he had come to the first layer of hell - the hell of pulling out the tongue. Looking at the large pincers slowly sticking into his mouth, he felt it slowly pull out its tongue.......

I wanted to scream, but my tongue was no longer my own, and then, the sting that made people couldn't help but collapse quickly traveled to every cell in the body, and finally returned to thought.

However, from the beginning, Li Zimu deeply felt that he seemed to have no other feelings except pain, including himself.

In fact, Li Zimu was already a soul body at this time, but he didn't know, or he didn't admit it, so all this could only be described as a person.

And time is just like this, scene by scene, flowing to the endless distance over and over again.

The fear of the first year, after all, the whole process of pulling out the tongue for the first time can be described as trembling and almost scattering, and the fear is also deeply planted from that moment, until every time, every time.

Three years later, after countless painful stimuli, Li Zimu did not lose his soul.

On the contrary, he began to slowly get used to it, to the feeling of breaking his liver and intestines, to the long-lasting pain that hit his soul every time, and to an extremely terrifying way of being.

Ten years later, Li Zimu gradually became numb, no matter how deep the pain and blow could not have any meaning and attention to him, he began to slowly overwhelm him, or rather, he no longer knew that he still existed, he felt that everything became illusory, became nothing, and it was also from this time that his divine consciousness began to dissipate.

Twenty years later, it may be really boring, after all, such a long period of immortality can also be disgusting, so slowly he began to recall, recalling the forty years of that life, although he didn't know why he did it, but he still couldn't help but do it.

Maybe there's no reason, it's just that there is still a little unwillingness in the depths of the heart, so I want to explore the forty years of sin, that's it.

A hundred years later, when he was still in the midst of memories, the scene changed, the place of habit changed, and the tongue that had been used to being pulled out suddenly relaxed, Li Zimu couldn't help but feel a little confused, and at this moment, the pain in his fingers stabbed him up again, there was no too deep pain, there was just a shallow wry smile and that unwillingness.

Two hundred years later, in the Iron Tree Hell, Li Zimu has changed, becoming lonely and indifferent, not like a powerful ghost, more like a killer who has just been released from prison, neither sad nor happy, neither angry nor hateful. Perhaps, at this moment, he still has this deep emptiness.

Three hundred years later, in the Mirror Hell, Li Zimu became even colder, lonely and arrogant, or unwilling, no one knew what he had realized, but the increasingly thick spirit was like a vicious wolf, although it seemed to be calm, but there was a deep sin hidden in the depths of his eyes.

Four hundred years later, in the steamer hell, Li Zimu has changed to the other extreme again, he seems to be a person full of regret who has been broken physically and mentally, the extremely pale face, the blind and sloppy eyes, the floating pace, all telling of deep loss and regret.

If a hundred years ago he was a wolf full of hatred, then at this time he is an old man full of guilt.

Five hundred years later, the Iron Pillar Hell is still the same person, but that person's soul no longer seems to be called a soul, he is more like a crazy shell, his eyes are full of sarcasm and ridicule, and he no longer has any thoughts before.

Six hundred years later, seven hundred years later, until a thousand years later, he cried, ghosts have no tears, but that feeling is really crying, so sad, so can't help but make people feel pity.

Twelve hundred years later, he smiled again, no longer the silly ironic laugh, this smile seemed to have more color, more ups and downs, more thoughts and reminiscences.

Fifteen hundred years later, Li Zimu is calm again, calm like a steady high-ranking person, joy and anger are invisible, it looks so calm and peaceful, like a lake, not alarmed.

1,800 years later, Li Zimu slowly walked out of the eighteenth layer of hell step by step, neither happy nor sad, his face was calm like a big tree, peaceful and quiet.

And no one knows, maybe it's just the calm before the storm.