This scene is extremely strange, a half-foot-long incense is floating above Zhao Longteng's head, green smoke curls, he follows wherever he goes, floating directly above his head, and what's even stranger is that except for Chen Siwei, no one has discovered this wonder.

He touched Zhong Huai'an, "Uncle Zhong, am I dazzled? Is there an incense on Mr. Zhao's head?"

Zhong Huai'an was puzzled, "Incense?"

"Yes, the incense in the candle. ”

Zhong Huai'an's face changed greatly, "Is it the incense that burns incense and worships the Buddha?"

"Yes. ”

"How can you see it?" Zhong Huai'an suddenly turned pale and looked at him as if he had seen a ghost.

"Can't you see it?" Chen Siwei understood that ordinary people can't see it but he can see it, it must be his magic power that makes him open his eyes and see what ordinary people can't see.

Zhong Huai'an said: "If there is an incense on the top of a person's head, it means that this person's time limit has come, and the Hell Soul Envoy is coming to ask for his life." ”

Chen Siwei was taken aback, "Mr. Zhao is going to die?"

"But to be able to see the weather before death, this requires at least four heavenly mana, how can you ...... it?"

"Uh...... I don't know. ”

Of course, Zhong Huai'an didn't know that he had had a series of adventures, he knew that Chen Siwei had cultivation during this period, but it was impossible for him to enter the realm so quickly, and said, "Could it be that the Lord has a natural magic eye?"

"Maybe. Uncle Zhong, is Mr. Zhao really going to die?"

"If he really has incense on his head, when the incense burns out, it will be the time for Hades to ask for his life. ”

He looked back and saw that the incense on the top of Zhao Longteng's head was burning quickly, and only a short section was left, this scene was really weird, and at the same time, he saw Zhao Longteng touching his chest from time to time, as if he was not very comfortable.

He asked with concern, "Mr. Zhao, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, it's okay. He touched his body and said, "Where's my medicine?" ”

"What medicine?"

"Recently, I found out that I had some heart problems, so I got some medicine. ”

"You have a bad heart and you drink so much?"

"Isn't that happy? It's okay, I know my own body. He got up disappreciatively, "Take some medicine and you'll be fine." ”

"I'll see you back. Chen Siwei watched the incense above his head burn a little, and stepped forward to help him.

Zhao Longteng still wanted to borrow wine to be strong, but there was a pain in his chest, he held Zhao Longteng and said to Zhong Huai'an: "Uncle Zhong, tell Brother Hei that Mr. Zhao is uncomfortable, I will send him back, and I will talk to him another day." ”

"Okay. Zhong Huai'an grabbed him and lowered his voice and said: "My lord, don't interfere with the work of the soul seduction messenger, the king of Hades wants people to die in the third watch, who dares to keep people in the fifth watch? ”

"I'm doing my best. ”

He helped Zhao Longteng to get into the car outside, helped him find medicine and fed a pill, he fell asleep quietly in the car after eating, Chen Siwei was startled, and felt that his heart was beating like a drum, and then soon stopped beating, and then touched his snort, and he died of a heart attack like this.

"Mr. Zhao!" he shook him, and at the same time saw that the incense on his head had burned out, and at the same time, a Zhao Longteng soul floated out of his body. I only heard an angry shout: "Zhao Longteng is killed." ”

I felt a gust of wind coming, and I saw two tongues stretched out, one with a dark face and the other with a pale face.

Black and white Wuyi put a set of chains on Zhao Longteng's soul, and then fluttered around in the air, and disappeared into the ground.

This was the first time he had seen the Hell Soul Envoy with his own eyes, and his curiosity was aroused, looking at Zhao Longteng, who had died of anger in the car seat, he took out the invisibility talisman that Hei Yan had just sent and pasted it on his body, and then cast a stealth spell, chasing a somersault cloud where the black and white impermanence disappeared just now.

It's amazing, there is actually a colorful passage here like leading to the Heavenly Palace, but this time it leads to the underworld, and from a distance, he saw the black and white impermanence in front of him detaining Zhao Longteng's soul and walked forward, he went around to Bai Wuchang, close to him, but Bai Wuchang was stunned and couldn't see him at all, which made him relieved.

Soon the colorful passage in front disappeared and became pitch black, only to see a gloomy blood-red door slowly open, and countless wailing and screaming voices floated from inside, and at the same time, there were black and white impermanence in all directions, detaining different people's souls and walking inside.

Soon, black and white impermanence threw Zhao Longteng's soul to a hall of hell, kneeling in the center of a large hall, there were ghosts such as bull heads and horses on both sides, and there was an iron pen judge sitting above, and at the same time, the light flashed, and Zhao Longteng's life flashed in front of a light curtain in front of the judge like a movie fast forward.

Although the flash is fast, Chen Siwei can see clearly that Zhao Longteng was born in a rural civilian family, worked as a pig slaughterer when he was young, and later went to the big city to engage in business, and earned hundreds of millions of family lives from scratch, which is a model of grassroots struggle. He is now forty-eight years old.

Then the judge signed a decree with a pen and four words: No good death!

The charges are: lying about words, killing, loving money, indulging in wine and lust without taking one's own life, and deserving of the hellish punishment of the forty-nine reincarnations of pulling out the oil pot under the tongue.

"This ......" Chen Siwei was shocked and angry, in his opinion, Zhao Longteng's life is really not a crime, although there have been cheats in the shopping mall and some wealth accumulation, but he is also enthusiastic about charity, at least the merits and demerits are offset.

But without saying a word, the ghost threw his soul into the oil pot, pierced his tongue with a steel ear, and let him wail and scream in the oil pot. And this place is a vast pan of oil with no end in sight, and in each pot there are people who have been tortured, even if they are just souls, they still feel and are in pain.

Chen Siwei looked back at the judge's several sentences, and found that no one did not need to suffer the punishment of hell, and there were not many people who committed major crimes, but even if they lied to their parents when they were children, or had a verbal dispute with others, they were also sentenced to different hells to be punished, and the eighteen layers of hell each have their own criminal laws, such as the sword mountain and the sea of fire, the hell of the cow pit, and the copper pillar of fire and coal...... One is worse than the other.

"According to the judgment of hell, isn't there no good person in the world?" Chen Siwei was shocked, the eighteenth layer of hell is subordinate to the heavenly court, but it can be so harsh and vicious to mortals, but what about those immortals? Don't they lie? Don't they kill? Don't do evil? Like Na Xinhuan who killed Bi Ma Wen at will, if he hadn't been beaten to death by the wolf soldiers, would he have been punished in this hell? Isn't it to enjoy immortal blessings forever in the heavenly court?

The screams of the tortured people in hell and the horrific scenes made him want to leave this place immediately, and he suddenly thought of a sentence: only when people see hell will they be filled with reverence and devotion to God.

It turns out that God has never had mercy or kindness to the world, but only wants their fear and submission.

He walked up and down the eighteenth layer of hell and was about to leave, when he stumbled upon a shining mountain in the eighteenth layer of hell. He wondered how there could be such a bright thing in this hell where there was no sunlight.

When he got closer, he saw a few big words in front of the mountain: Death Hall.

Only then did he think about it, although the people in front of him were tortured, they still had the opportunity to be reincarnated, and those who caught the capital punishment hall were the ones who were going to be beaten to the point that they were all destroyed and could not be reborn forever, and I heard that some gods who committed major tredives and angered the heavenly court would also serve their sentences here.

He wondered if there would be a god being tortured here, so he approached quietly, only to hear the two ghosts guarding the mountain chatting, and one ghost said in frustration: "Alas, what year and month will it come to an end?"

Another ghost said: "Yes, when will Sun Wukong die?"

As soon as he heard the word Sun Wukong, Chen Siwei trembled violently, could it be that Sun Wukong was here, he held his breath and condensed, like a smoke flying into the capital punishment hall.

After entering, this place is heavily guarded, three steps, one post, five steps and one sentry, but there is a hidden qi charm in the body No one noticed Chen Siwei, he walked all the way to the bottom floor, and heard a huge whip sound from inside, at the same time he felt a breath of ape blood in Huaguo Mountain, he entered a torture hall and saw an extremely tragic scene.

"One thousand, one thousand and one, one thousand and two......"

With each count, accompanied by the snapping of the whip, under the whip was a bloody and blurred body, four hook spears passed through his lute bones, the chain made of the steel mother of ten thousand years suspended him in the air, the blood under his feet accumulated into a puddle, and then dried, and covered with new blood, if you look at it from the side, he is almost not human-shaped, half of his body seems to have been twisted by a meat grinder, only half of his head is left, one eyeball flows out of the cracked socket and hangs on the bloody cheeks, as the whip swayes, when the whip with the screws is drawn on the face, it rolls up a burst of skin and flesh and bone flakes。

"Two thousand five, two thousand five hundred and one, two thousand...... I'm tired of Lao Tzu!" The ghost pawn of the execution threw the whip full of spikes on the ground and sat on the ground, "Who is that, come and take over, Lao Tzu can't beat it." ”

Another powerful ghost soldier came up and took the whip and continued to beat the tortured, and when he had reached the end of five thousand strokes, he was so tired that he stuck out his tongue like a dog, and almost crawled under the execution table, and the tortured person could no longer see his true face, like a pile of rotten meat hanging from chains. Only the eyeball hanging from his cheek occasionally moved, and he could still see that he was a living thing.

When the whipping stopped, a purple qi slowly rose from the flesh, and within a moment, the pile of rotten flesh squirmed and turned into the appearance before the torture, a golden-haired ape, whose eyeballs were drawn out of its sockets by the whip and retracted into its eyes, shining with golden light, and with a hint of mockery.

Seeing this golden ape, Chen Siwei almost shouted: "Monkey King?!"