Under the endless black mist, an obscure chanting incantation sound came into Chu Jiang's ears, this voice seemed to be very religious, and it had been with him for more than a month, and it had not stopped until the moment Chu Jiang's life stopped.

In this black fog, Chu Jiang has been walking for three days and three nights, and he keeps looking for the source of this sound, but no matter how he searches, he can't find it, this voice is like a magic spell, and it sounded directly from Chu Jiang's head.

"What the hell is this place, didn't I just get hit by a car? Is this the legendary hell, different from what is shown on TV!"

"Bull Tou Ma Mian, or the Messenger of Hell, you guys came out, what do you mean by letting me listen to this bullshit all the time?"

"God, I can't imagine that I, Chu Jiang, have just enjoyed the beauty of life, and I died so young, I have seventy or eighty-year-old old parents, and I have no little brother who has ever used it......"

"I haven't enjoyed the pleasure of being a man, why did I die!"

Chu Jiang held his head and roared in the sky.

The sound of chanting still lingered around Chu Jiang and did not stop rhythmically.

The desperate Chu Jiang dragged his somewhat heavy body and continued to walk aimlessly in the black fog.

Suddenly, a white light appeared not far in front of him that was almost imperceptible to the naked eye, Chu Jiang rubbed his eyes that had not closed his eyes for three days, opened his eyes wide, and looked at the white light with some incredulity.

"Is this an illusion, or did God see that I was pitiful, and finally sent me a kindness to let me leave this hellish place. ”

"No matter, a dead horse should be a live horse doctor!"

Chu Jiang pinched his thigh vigorously, refreshed himself, and ran directly towards the white light like crazy.

It didn't take long for the white light to continue to enlarge in Chu Jiang's eyes, and it slowly changed from the beginning to a white channel that adults could pass through directly.

Without thinking, Chu Jiang rushed in directly.

......

In a ruined temple, a beggar in his teens lay in a pool of blood, with a dagger stuck in his chest, and a little girl dyed red with blood lying not far from the beggar.

"Oops, why does it hurt so much!"

Suddenly, the little beggar with a dagger in his body let out a strange scream.

Chu Jiang, who opened his eyes, found a dagger stuck in his chest, screamed and froze in place.

The wound on his chest that had already solidified began to poke scarlet blood again with Chu Jiang's shout.

"Oh my God, this god is joking with me, I just escaped from that hellish place, not to mention wearing the body of a down-and-out beggar, but I was reborn, and I am about to die again, what kind of god operation is this. ”

Chu Jiang used his hand to plug the bleeding wound in a panic, and struggled hard to get up.

Finally stood up, and didn't know what he tripped under his feet, Chu Jiang looked at his feet, and a very weak little girl with a pale face was lying on the cold ground.

Enduring the pain, Chu Jiang touched the girl's snort with his hand and found that there was no life left.

At this time, some chaotic and unfamiliar memory fragments appeared in Chu Jiang's mind.

In this memory, the little girl was her only friend, and she often came to play with her, and brought some delicious food for herself.

No, it shouldn't be yourself, it should be said that this body is occupied by yourself.

Chu Jiang was a little repulsed by these strange memories.

Through memory, Chu Jiang knew the past of the little girl and this body, as well as the cause of death.

But what can Chu Jiang do in his current state, he is a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and it is difficult to protect himself.

If you can't find a way to stop the bleeding, you'll soon have to see Hades again.

Suddenly, Chu Jiang had a flash of inspiration, and thought that if he had crossed over, according to the novels he had read in the past, there would be a very good golden finger to help the protagonist reach the peak of life.

Maybe he will have it too, Chu Jiang suddenly found hope to save himself, and according to the description of the novels he read in the past, he tried hard to summon his own golden finger.

But no matter how Chu Jiang called, there was no response.

After doing it for a long time, Chu Jiang scratched his head and went a little crazy.

"What the hell is this, I've never seen such a miserable crossing, and I don't even give it a golden finger?"

Chu Jiang, who was almost crazy, suddenly stared at the dagger inserted in his chest and gritted his teeth.

"Die and die, you have to die sooner or later. ”

After speaking, Chu Jiang closed his eyes, pinched the handle of the dagger with one hand, and used all his courage and strength.

Pulling it out hard, suddenly the dagger was pulled directly from his chest and fell to the ground, blood gushed out from the wound in an instant, no matter how he blocked it with his hands, the blood would always spurt out of the gap, Chu Jiang also lowered his head in resignation and fell down.

Seeing the loss of blood little by little, Chu Jiang's face became more and more pale, and under some sloppy eyes, he seemed to have returned to his parents' side, prepared his favorite dish, and was waving to him.

"No, I can't die yet, I still have my elderly parents waiting for me to come home!"

These memories inspired Chu Jiang to have a strong desire to survive, and he struggled to open his heavy eyelids, open his eyes, and struggle the ground.

"Is there anyone, help me!"

The voice was very faint and full of helplessness.

Chu Jiang shouted outside with the only strength he had, hoping that someone who passed by would be able to save him.

As time passed, Chu Jiang's eyelids became heavier and heavier, until Chu Jiang closed his eyes and no one responded to his cries for help.

"Young man, you're finally here!"

Just when Chu Jiang was about to fall into a coma again, a voice came into Chu Jiang's ears again.

Chu Jiang wanted to respond to this voice, but no matter what, he couldn't make a single sound.

However, when this voice sounded, Chu Jiang miraculously found that his body seemed to slowly leave the cold ground, as if it was being pulled by a force, and fell rapidly towards an unknown place.

The sound of the whistling wind sounded in his ears, and Chu Jiang only felt that he was now like he had fallen into a bottomless abyss, and he would fall directly to the bottom of the abyss, and then it would be time for him to be crushed.

In the process, Chu Jiang also found that his body was slowly rejuvenating, and the sharp pain in his chest was almost gone, turning from pain to itching and pain crawling over by something.

This feeling was so uncomfortable that Chu Jiang wanted to scratch it with his hand to relieve this feeling, but now this body seemed to be out of his control, and it couldn't be realized at all.