Messenger of Yin and Yang

This time the road is narrower and darker than last time. The only strange thing is that the touch under my feet is a little soft, but it is not as soft as cotton, but rather firm and soft.

Zhang Dezhi lowered his head and looked down. Naturally, he couldn't see anything. He felt uneasy, so he asked, "Ghost King, this road is a bit soft...?"

Ghost King in White: "Because this is a road paved with human skin."

"What?!" Zhang Dezhi jumped up and down in surprise, but where could he go?Frightened, he unconsciously reached out to grab the ghost king, Zhang Dezhi's scalp became even more numb because he couldn't see the way under his feet.

Suddenly, the road under his feet surged, and at the same time, there was a sharp sound like a whistle: "Ah!!!"

This made Zhang Dezhi's heart almost jump out, "What's the matter, what's the matter, what's the sound?"

"Just some restless brutes."

"what?"

The Ghost King calmly held up a ball of red-glowing black air in his palm. Zhang Dezhi finally found a glimmer of light. He watched the ghost king strike the ball of black air into their feet, and the darkness and screams came again. It's coming, this time the scream seemed to penetrate the eardrum and penetrate into the brain, Zhang Dezhi's face was contorted and he stretched out his hands to cover his ears. He waited until the sound gradually dissipated before he took his hands away, and his eyes lit up. , I don’t know where the light source came from, but I can see it anyway, but Zhang Dezhi was frightened and collapsed on the ground in an instant, the hairs all over his body stood up, he stammered, raised his trembling hand, "Here, here, here..."

I don't know if it's ropes or vines intertwined with each other, like spider webs, and densely packed "people" are hung on those "spider webs", all of which are hung by their necks.

The ghost king in white took a look at him and said calmly, "These are hanged ghosts who have committed crimes. They need to be punished here before they can re-enter reincarnation."

Zhang Dezhi opened his mouth, stared blankly, his chest heaved violently up and down, and the scene he saw just now was still in his mind. They really looked like those depicted in horror novels, with their long tongue sticking out, their eyeballs popping out, scarlet and scary, He stared at Zhang Dezhi firmly.

The ghost king in white stretched out his hand to help him up, "Don't worry, they won't hurt you."

Zhang Dezhi hurriedly climbed to the Ghost King's feet and fled this scary place.

Fortunately, the next place is a fairly normal open space, but there is nothing, empty and barren, "This is it?"

Ghost King in White: "This is the Hall of Ghosts."

Zhang Dezhi looked at the empty place in front of him again, "Here? The Hall of Ghosts? This, isn't there nothing here?"

The white-clothed ghost king stretched out a finger, and tapped his brows lightly. Looking at him, there were suddenly dense crowds of "people" holding spears in his hands, like soldiers in ancient times. Kneeling down, holding the spears in front of their foreheads, they said in unison: "Greetings to the ghost king in white!"

They looked no different from people just like that, but Zhang Dezhi knew that these were all ghosts.

The ghost king in white said "hmm", "Is everything normal recently?"

"Back to the ghost king, everything is as usual."

"Okay, let's go down!"

Following the order of the ghost king in white, in an instant, all the ghosts who had returned to the ground just now disappeared.

The ghost king in white looked at Zhang Dezhi, "No matter what sounds you hear later, just ignore them."

Zhang Dezhi nodded tensely, full of apprehension and uneasiness about the upcoming journey.

The ghost king in white clasped his fingers together, muttered a few times in his mouth, and pointed forward with both fingers, a red light flew past, and an irregular circle appeared, shaking like a mirror, followed by the familiar piercing sound There was a long cry, but this time it was more ferocious than before. Zhang Dezhi suddenly felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, and his headache was about to split.

The ghost king in white looked at the swaying Zhang Dezhi, stretched out his hand to support him, and shouted inside: "Quiet."

The thick voice shook away, and the long cry was immediately suppressed. Zhang Dezhi finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a lot more relaxed.

"Follow me and grab my arm if you feel uncomfortable."

Zhang Dezhi gasped and nodded, and followed the Ghost King into the irregular circle, like a barrier of water. He could clearly feel as if he had melted into the water, but his body was not wet at all.

After passing through this gate, he arrived at the truly terrifying place of the underworld, just like all natural disasters ravaged the territory in groups, scorched and dry land, barren of grass, screaming and screaming, dark and gloomy.

Just as Zhang Dezhi took a step hesitantly, a wall suddenly appeared in front of him. He looked at the white-clothed ghost king beside him in confusion, but the white-clothed ghost king looked up, and Zhang Dezhi followed his gaze. , it seems that there are children covered by several transparent covers, but they seem to be wrapped in a thin film, and they still retain the shape and posture in the mother's stomach.

"These are the children who were killed all right, the ones next to them died young, and the ones below were killed."

Zhang Dezhi looked at them one by one, and he was stunned for a long time before asking: "They..."

The ghost king in white knew what he wanted to ask, and explained: "They have resentment in their hearts, and they don't want to be reincarnated, so they can only be locked here until their resentment clears away."

Zhang Dezhi: "Do they also harm people?"

The ghost king in white chuckled, "Don't you guys often say that? Children are like angels. Their hearts are pure, their minds are pure, and they have a very powerful healing ability. But if this pure ability is converted into resentment, it is rare. There is power to stop them.” At this point, he seemed to sigh softly, “But it is also because they are children, so as long as they feel a little love and apology for hurting their people, they will let go of their grievances and forgive them.”

Zhang Dezhi: "..."

"Okay, let's go!"

The ghost king in white stretched out his hand and pushed away the wall, and walked through a red space, which made people dizzy and dizzy, as if soaked in blood, "This is the place where the well-known seven deadly sinners are held. Arrogance, jealousy, anger, and laziness , greed, lust and gluttony."

The victims in the red space, they are biting each other, gnawing, chewing, whipping, forcing...

"The lazy can only be torn and eaten by the angry, the greedy will be whipped repeatedly by the arrogant, and the jealous will cut the back of the lustful, and the angry will vent their anger crazily, and can never stop No matter what, the gluttonous eater repeats the action of sending it to the mouth mechanically, non-stop...they are neither alive nor dead, they are involuntary, and can only be tortured for a moment."

The third floor: "The perpetrators here all commit suicide, hanging themselves, jumping off buildings, taking medicine, drowning...they just keep repeating the actions they used to commit suicide before they were alive."

The fourth floor: "Here are all people who died suddenly. They didn't arrive at the time, but they died because of some accidents or murders. It is inevitable that there will be resentment in their hearts."

The fifth layer: "The guilty here, if you say that they are guilty, it is not a serious crime, but if you say that they are not guilty, there are many tragedies because of them. Many people died as a direct result of them. They would be punished by swallowing the needle alive, having their arms and legs cut off, and cutting their tongues and tendons.”

The sixth floor: "This is the previous floor of Infernal Purgatory, and the sinners here can also be called villains."

While speaking, the ghost king in white clothes suddenly asked Zhang Dezhi: "Do you think there are big and small evils?"

Zhang Dezhi: "...Goodness does not distinguish between poor and low, and evil does not distinguish between great and small. The essence will not change." He just blurted out according to the education he had received.

"Don't do good because it's small, and don't do evil because it's small. Is this what you humans taught?" asked the ghost king in white.

Before Zhang Dezhi could say anything, the ghost king in white continued to say: "But in your eyes, small goodness can be ignored, small evil can also be classified as ordinary, and only great good and great evil will be remembered for a short time. But here, the big evil and the small evil will be clearly distinguished, because the punishment for the small evil will be lighter than the big evil, and the time will be shorter than the big evil, fighting, ungrateful, abusing parents, bullying men and women , contempt for life and so on..."

Zhang Dezhi: "..."

"And the starting point of great evil is killing people. The intentional murderers you are talking about, even bad murderers and so on. Although they will also be punished in your world, the difference is that you still choose to listen to their reasons. Killing? Passive or active, it’s not in our control here, we only care about how many people they killed and what kind of punishment they will receive.”

"..."

"However," the white-clothed ghost king suddenly said, "Recently, Emperor Hades is thinking about adding a new system. If a person kills a person before his life, and thus saves several lives, then his goodness is greater than evil. That way, you won’t have to be punished.”

After saying that, Zhang Dezhi and the ghost king in white came to the seventh floor, "This is the seventh floor, the Infernal Purgatory!"

Zhang Dezhi looked forward, like the floating rockery in many fairy tales he had seen, there were many stars floating in the air, and there were some unrealistic "human figures" on them.

"Here, those things you have heard about going up the knife mountain and going down the oil pan all exist."

Zhang Dezhi was watching seriously, when those "mountains" suddenly shook violently, Zhang Dezhi also became nervous, but after a while, he regained his composure, "Why can't I see them clearly?"

White-clothed ghost king: "You are human, so of course you can't see them clearly, but it's better not to see them. There's nothing to look at when you look ugly."

Zhang Dezhi withdrew his eyes and looked at the ghost king in white, "Your beloved brother——Xiao Fan, that's where he went out." Before Zhang Dezhi could speak, the ghost king in white spoke first.

"Xiaofan..."

"He should have been here for decades. He was a heinous criminal before his death. He specialized in killing some disabled people. He thought that these people's lives were of little value. He harmed others and himself. He thought he was cleaning up those useless people for the society. Before he came here, he killed 11 disabled people, cut off the disabled parts of the 11 people, soaked them in potion, and made the rest of them into dolls and put them on display In a room."

Zhang Dezhi: "..." He didn't feel scared either, he just felt sick to his stomach or something, he just couldn't connect the ghost king in white with the person Xiaofan mentioned.

"Here, he has to suffer all the punishments, day and night, all the time." The white-clothed ghost king paused and continued: "But he couldn't bear it, and escaped into reincarnation."

Although the muffled screams here were not very real, they never stopped. Zhang Dezhi felt a little flustered, as if someone had wrapped his face in a plastic bag, and there was a needle-sized breathing hole on the plastic bag. It made it difficult for him to breathe freely, and it was even more difficult for him to think.

"Let's go up first. You are a living person. Staying here for too long will damage your lifespan." Before he finished speaking, he pulled Zhang Dezhi to the ground in an instant.

The sudden fresh air made Zhang Dezhi feel as if he had just come out of suffocation. He kept breathing heavily, and he felt that it was so good to be alive.

The ghost king in white waited for him to calm down a little before asking: "How, can you trust me now?"

"..." Zhang Dezhi hesitated.

"Okay," the white-clothed ghost king nodded knowingly: "I can let you think about it, but your time is running out."

Zhang Dezhi stood at the entrance of the hospital, but it was difficult to take a step. He didn't know whether to listen to the ghost king in white, let alone how to face his grandmother and Xiaofan.