The Death of the Eight Sufferings: A Wrong Dream

An Jia opened his eyes with a splitting headache, covered his head and rolled on the bed a few times before recovering from the sweat.

He lay flat on the bed with his eyes open, staring straight at the ceiling.

He is dreaming.

In the dream, Ke Yanxie finally killed him with his own hands.Ke Yanxie hugged him and called Jiang Huan.Anja smiled and covered her eyes.His dreams are not dreams, his dreams are prophecies.

He changed Ke Yanxie's life and memory without authorization.

On the Naihe Bridge, he forced him to drink Mengpo soup to wash his memory, and created a Jiang Huan to get rid of his feelings, and then used his always persistent love to kill himself.Everything is as he planned.

But when Ke Yanxie really forgot everything and appeared in front of him coldly, he was not reconciled.Knowing that it was impossible to arouse Ke Yanxie's feelings for her, she still couldn't help teasing and seducing her.Seeing that Ke Yanxie and Jiang Huan are so attached to each other, knowing that the object of that affection is the true self behind Jiang Huan, they are still so heartbroken that they would rather die.

Mixed thoughts were rolling in his head, and An Jia was still immersed in Ke Yanxie's sadness in his dream.

Everything is coming to an end.

That's it.

An Jia in the mirror still smiled alluringly.Flicking the cold barrel with his fingers, An Jia sighed and pinned the gun to his waist.

Pushing open the door of the ICU ward, An Jia knew how nervous she was, her hands and feet were as cold as falling into an ice cave.

"I'm sorry too. I made you up, but I'm going to destroy you." An Jia caressed Jiang Huan's face and said softly.

He waited quietly.Every second seemed to pass through light years, consuming his heart to be empty.Perhaps the empty shell of the body will not hurt.

finally──

"Huan!" Ke Yanxie nervously knocked open the door.

"An Jia!" Ke Yanxie roared angrily.

"You think I dare not kill you?!" Ke Yanxie glared at him in hatred, and raised her gun.

"What are you going to do to let Huan go?" Ke Yanxie's tone was begging anxiously.

An Jia felt that based on these few words, his heart was dead, and he could not even be reborn.

But he can endure all this pain, and the infinite torture that follows.All his willingness is for this person in front of him.

Closing his eyes in pain, he pulled the trigger with his stiff fingers, waiting for the sharp pain that came from his lover's severance.

bang

Gunshots rang out.Anja was stunned.Why only one shot? !

He opened his eyes suddenly, the pain in his heart was replaced by panic, and overwhelming fear overwhelmed him.

In front of my eyes, there is blood red, like the sinful blood dripping from the flowers and leaves of the two lives of hell;

In front of my eyes, there is a paleness, like the white bones at the bottom of the Styx swallowing people's hearts;

Before her eyes, Ke Yanxie clutched her chest, smiled, and fell down slowly──

"No, that's not right!" An Jia shook his head, the body of the gun was as hot as magma, and it still burned his hand when it fell to the ground.

"No, no!" An Jia frantically ran up to hug Ke Yanxie, desperately trying to stop the wound from bleeding, but dared not touch it.He touched his face and murmured, "Why is this happening? Yan...yan..."

Ke Yanxie grabbed his hand, put it to her lips, and smiled triumphantly: "Jia, I won."

"What won?" An Jia was so anxious that her head hurt more and more, she got up and wanted to call the doctor, but she was confused and confused.

Ke Yanxie grabbed his hand and refused to let him go.

"No, that's fine. Jia, let me see you again..." He hugged An Jia with his other hand and stroked his back.

"Ka, listen to me..."

"Say it, tell it. I'll listen." An Jia hugged him with sobs, and clasped his fingers tightly.

Ke Yanxie's fingertips lingered in the corners of his slightly raised eyes. "Don't let me drink Mengpo soup again in this life. Look... you made me drink three bowls, and I can't forget you even a little..."

On the bridge of Naihe, Po Meng had three bowls, and her soul and spirit were dead.

An Jia kept nodding: "Okay, okay, I won't drink... I won't drink..."

"Don't separate my feelings anymore...as long as it's you, I'll fall in love at first sight..."

There was a fog in front of his eyes, An Jia tried to open his eyes to look at him: "Okay, okay, I won't give it to you... I won't give it to you..."

"Also... don't be angry with me... I changed your dream and caused you a headache..."

"Okay, I'm not angry... I'm not in pain..." An Jia felt worse than death because of her heart throbbing.

Ke Yanxie lowered his hand, stroking An Jia's fingers. "Don't cry...you have suffered too much for me, the next 300 years...let me bear it..."

Tears fell, An Jia shook her head: "No, I don't want to do this..."

"Ka...be obedient..."

An Jia stared at him blankly, then burst into tears suddenly, and hugged Ke Yanxie tightly, wishing to rub the two of them together to endure all the tortures in the future.

"Okay... I will listen to you..."

Ke Yanxie laughed out loud, and looked at An Jia reluctantly.

"Jia, you are still... the same as before... I love you so much when you smile..."

Ke Yanxie has never looked at "An Jia" with such gentle eyes, with endless affection and infatuation, as if the person in front of him is his everything forever.

"You're so stupid." An Jia slightly raised the corners of her mouth, smiling more heart-stirringly than ever, laughing so hard that her fingertips trembled with happiness, laughing...tears streaming down her face, sobbing uncontrollably.

Tears dripped down Ke Yanxie's lips.

An Jia leaned down and kissed him with trembling lips.Ke Yanxie wanted to respond to him but couldn't.An Jia just licked his bloodless lips with the tip of her tongue, and salty tears slipped into the gap between her lips, spread between their lips and tongues, and went straight to the bottom of their hearts.

Ke Yanxie looked at him without blinking, and finally, relieved, closed her eyes peacefully.

Tears gushed out more fiercely, An Jia couldn't stop, but still stubbornly kissed the person in her arms over and over again.

you are silly.Really, you are so stupid.

You are also stupid.

Both of us are silly.

Stupid enough to want you to be happy.It hurts my heart to be so stupid.

ENDIF

☆, end

In the last life, 700 years ago, the monarchs of the two countries violated human relations, disordered laws and regulations, and went against the law of heaven.For a sinful relationship that cannot be tolerated in the world, a tragic war between the two countries was set off. It took a long time, the people were killed, mourning was everywhere, blood flowed into rivers, blood seeped into hell and dyed three ways, and flowed for seven days and seven nights.

The sins of the two souls are serious, and they should live forever in the [-]th level of hell and cannot be reborn forever. They will be reduced to the slaves of crazy demons and ghosts, immersed in the hellfire and endure endless burning and heat, without rest.

300 years later, all the innocent souls were reincarnated, their grievances were depressed, and only one of the souls that fell into the bottom of the prison rose up, and the Tibetan government was implicated and punished by heaven.

Torture and severe punishment cannot find another soul.

After 300 years, when only seven souls remained of the unbearable tortured soul, the ashes at the bottom of the Styx River flowed backwards, and another soul suddenly emerged by itself, and fell asleep in the two layers of flowers on the bank of the Styx River.

The ruler of heaven and pity are deeply in love with each other and detached from the six realms. He promised the method of redemption and had the opportunity to be reincarnated.

Three souls were drawn from the sleeping souls to return, only to wake up after tossing and turning.

The two souls knelt to thank the heavens, crossed the Wangchuan River, passed through Naihe, drank Meng Po, and left for atonement.

The method of redemption is to deceive and suffer in this life, and die at the hands of the other party.Those who fall into the evil way first will go to Avici Hell, and suffer the pain of pulling out their intestines, tongue, bone, and ashes. For 300 years, they will bear the pain of all sentient beings, and they will not be able to survive or die.

After 300 years, the two souls will be reborn, reincarnated and meet again, all good fortune, destiny and man-made.

ENDIF