Different from what people describe in the legends of ghosts, the entrance to hell is not a ghost head with blue face and fangs, nor is it a city gate surrounded by thorns and rivers of blood, nor is it guarded by ghosts and rakshas. It is actually a crater.
When they climbed up the towering Luofeng Mountain, the top of the mountain was a boundless plain made of volcanic ash and criss-crossing magma. The place was full of ghosts and no grass grew. The lava eventually merged into a stream, wrapped in a stench The blood, broken limbs and heavy resentment flowed down the high Luofeng Mountain and merged into the River of Forgetfulness, causing every ghost who fell into the River of Forgetfulness to quickly lose strength, memory and will, and it was difficult to escape from birth.
And in the very center of the plain, there is a huge crater parallel to the ground. Seen from the sky, it looks like a deep hole pierced through the center of the earth. There is golden-red hot lava rolling inside, as if it can melt everything in the world. into ashes.
At this time, a group of ghosts were slowly walking towards the entrance of hell with the ghosts who were going to be sent to hell after being tried. When they came to the edge of the crater, they jumped down one by one like a handful of ants on the edge of a pot.
The two watched from the sky, and Xie Bian felt a little apprehensive. In the past, Zhong Kui and Zhong Kui came to hell to inspect. Zhong Kui has a celestial master's order, and he can freely pass through hell. Whether it is entering or leaving, or activities in hell, he will definitely not be in danger, but today is different from the past. What they are going to is the real Shura field. , and if the token in their hands does not work, they will fall headlong into the magma without leaving even a bone.
Xie Bian said: "If you want to go to hell, you have to enter from here. The messenger needs to have both Yan Luo's order and official documents in his hands. The token is used to pass through the barrier, and the official document is used to send and pick up people. Otherwise, you will not be able to reach the real hell. Hell, you will jump directly into the magma pool." He paused, and then said, "Similarly, without official documents and tokens, there is no way to get out of it, and the whole hell is covered in magma." The reason why they can't use Qin Guang The king's Yan Luo order is because the official document can be forged but the token cannot. If it fails, it will implicate King Qin Guang, so he can only take the risk of using Cui Jue's token. If Jiang Qulian blocks Cui Jue's token, or The Hellguard checks the token, and they may be exposed.
After waiting for a long time, Xie Bian didn't wait for a response. He turned to look at Fan Wushi, but he saw Fan Wushi's face was pale, his eyes were fixed on the entrance of hell, his pupils were bulging, his wheels were tense, There was a thin layer of sweat on his face, his fists were clenched and rattling, and a black death lingered around his side, which was the fear and alertness when encountering a fatal threat.
Xie Bian's heart tightened. This person has been in and out of this place as a prisoner, and he has served a hundred years in prison before he truly understands the horror of hell.
Xie Bian didn't say anything more, just looked at Fan Wuzhen silently, he knew that Fan Wuzhen was struggling with his own fear and the inner demons induced by fear.
After a long time, the black death energy gradually receded, and Fan Wuxi's eyes gradually regained clarity. He took a deep breath, but his face was still covered with haze. He said in a deep voice, "Let's go."
"you… "
"I'm fine, anyway, I can't let you in by yourself."
"Did you hear what I said just now? If Mr. Cui's token doesn't work, we will jump directly into the magma."
"No." Fan Wuxi took out the map of the mountains and rivers, "If you really can't pass through the barrier, I will change the landscape so that you won't be in danger."
Xie Bian felt at ease, he realized that no matter how much he resisted Fan Wuzhen, no matter how many dangerous ordeals he encountered, it was actually brought by this person, but he never doubted that this person had the ability to save them from danger.
When the two came to the entrance of hell, the heat from the underground lava kept rising, burning their hair and skin. They looked at each other, and Fan Wuxi held the hand of Jie Bian, while Xie Bian held the hand of the judge tightly. make.
Jump down.
The fall didn't last long, and in the blink of an eye, they appeared in a huge cave, surrounded by rock walls made of volcanic rocks, and their feet also stepped on the ground.
Soul lamps were embedded on the rough and honeycomb-shaped rock wall, emitting blood-red light. The rock wall extended upwards, and the top could not be seen at a glance. In front of them was an arch. This is the real entrance to hell.
The guards at the door and the yin guards who were queuing to enter the door spotted them at the same time. They were wearing yin er's clothes and ghost masks, and kept their breath closed, hiding the breath of the living, so the yin guards didn't notice anything strange.
Xie Bian flicked the official document, lowered his voice and said, "Take people."
"Which temple?" the guard asked.
"Qin Guang Wang Palace."
The guard reached for the papers.
The official document was a real official document, but the name on it was fake, so the guards naturally had no way of knowing, so they let them in.
Passing through the gate, a bottle of iron tree suddenly appeared in front of the eyes. The trunk was riveted by various mechanism bearings, and the extended branches were unfolded in an umbrella shape. There were 18 branches in total, and a huge skeleton hung below each branch. The skeleton was carried up and down by errands, all relying on a group of ragged little ghosts on the top of the iron tree to push the mechanism hard.
The two walked into a skeleton, and the kid lay on top of the skeleton, poked a head from where the eyes were, and looked at them.
"Eighteen floors." Xie Bian said.
The little ghost disappeared, and soon, the big skeleton carried them down slowly.
The turbulent heat wave pierced into the eardrums with the screams. As the big skeletons descended, they were "passing" every floor of hell. Although they couldn't see anything through the stone wall, those uninterrupted, one after another , The extremely stern cry may have more penetrating power than the sharpest sword in the world, reaching the depths of a person's soul, making people feel the cold air coming out from the bones.
When Xie Bian came here for the first time, he thought that if all those evildoers were allowed to see the fate of karma, the number of evildoers in the world would be reduced by half. It's a pity that those people don't believe it, or even if they believe it, they can't resist the erosion of desire.
The process of descending was not very long, but they seemed to have gone through a long period of suffering. Those howling sounds were like blunt knives grinding flesh, which was so ear-piercing that it made people numb all over. If they kept listening like this, they would definitely drive people crazy.
The lower the temperature, the higher the temperature. They were sweating profusely, and even their skin was fumigated so painfully.
Finally, the big skeletons reached the bottom, they landed, and they came to the eighteenth floor of hell—the endless hell.
Xie Bian walked out, and when he turned around, he saw Fan Wuxi was still standing inside the skeleton, and even retreated to the corner at some point, his face was so dark and scary, like a beast that was cornered, ready to pounce at any time. Come up and fight for your life.
Xie Bian felt a sudden pain in his heart, he sighed secretly, and walked to Fan Wuxi's side: "We are here."
Fan Wuzhen stared at Jie Bian, black bloodshot eyes crept into his eyes again, his hostility surged with the spiritual pressure, and he was full of vigilance and hostility towards everything around him.
Xie Bian knew that the skeleton car was about to go up, so he couldn't delay here, and he still needed Fan Wuxi to help him rescue Lan Chuihan. He simply grasped Fan Wuxi's hand.
Fan Wuxi was shocked all over, and the entanglement of black death energy in his eyes instantly subsided, and he looked at Jie Bian blankly and helplessly.
"Don't be afraid." Jie Bian opened his mouth and swallowed the second half of the sentence.
Fan Wuxi's eyes gradually became clear, and then tinged with joy, he twisted Xie Bian's hand with his fingers, as if afraid that he would repent: "Brother..."
"Let's go." Xie Bian pulled Fan Wuxi out, and then let go.
Fan Wuxi clenched his fists tightly, trying to keep the warmth that belonged to his elder brother in his palms.