The Infernal Hell is very quiet, so quiet that it makes people panic. The thick volcanic rock wall blocked their sight from the outside, and blocked the ongoing torture from the inside. The unknown is even more terrifying, and the unknown is terror itself.
They walked through an endless stone corridor, a row of soul lamps hung on both sides of the stone wall, and the flickering candles cast ghostly shadows on the ground, extending forward continuously, as if guiding They step into endless darkness.
Fan Wuxi's breathing became more and more heavy, and finally he had to stop, leaning his back against the wall, closing his eyes and adjusting his breath.
"How are you?" Xie Bian looked at him worriedly.
Fan Wuxi lowered his head, and after a long time, he took out something from his bosom and handed it over.
Xie Bian spread his palm hesitantly, and Fan Wuxi let go, and a jade talisman fell into his palm.
Xuanyuan Tianji Talisman!
Jie Bian turned pale with fright, as if his hand was not a piece of warm jade, but a red-hot soldering iron, and he almost threw the thing out.
"Brother, listen to me." Fan Wuxi raised his head, the place where the white eyes were being occupied by black death, "I can't put it on my body anymore, this place reminds me of many... memories, it is tempting me to take revenge , I am afraid that I will lose control."
Jie Bian tremblingly grasped the Tianji Talisman: "If you can't control it, don't go any further. Wait for me here."
Fan Wuxi shook his head: "You can't deal with those 'things', I won't let you go into hell alone."
"If you get out of control, wouldn't it be the opposite." Xie Bian could see that Fan Wuzhen was restraining his fear and hatred along the way. Anyone who suffers from a century of torture will become a ghost with the deepest resentment. However, even though Fan Wuzhen has been reincarnated as a human being, the anger and resentment engraved deep in his soul cannot disappear as long as the memory is not erased. When I return to my hometown, I will naturally think of it constantly.
Fan Wuxi stared at Jie Bian, gently took his arm, wrapped his fist with his palm, and felt the power of the Tianji Talisman through the clear bones and warm texture, as if he had this Layer barrier, the spiritual pressure of the secret talisman is not so aggressive: "Brother, I said, you are my demon, but you are also my antidote."
"… What's the meaning."
Fan Wuxi took his hand, put it to his lips and kissed: "You can induce all my evil thoughts, and you can also give me real peace of mind, brother, everything about me is with you, do you understand?"
Under such sincere, candid, and infinitely affectionate eyes, Xie Bian couldn't help but want to back down, but Fan Wuxi held his hand tightly, obviously seeking redemption.
Xie Bian sighed, "What do you want from me?"
"I want you to save me." Fan Wuxi said tremblingly, "Only you can save me."
"I can't save you, haven't you found out, in the past and present, all the people I want to save, the most important people to me, even myself, are dead." Jie Bian's pupils were dimmed, "But I Still, still not reconciled, as long as there is still one breath left, I will always try."
"And me, you can still save me." Fan Wuzhen embraced Xie Bian in his arms, and let out a dull and weak cry from his chest, "Help me, big brother, only you can save me in this world .”
Xie Bian took a deep breath, feeling at a loss for what to do.
"You can still save me", this sentence is like a sword, piercing straight into a cloud of chaotic fog, a ray of light suddenly leaks in this place, even if it is only a very faint light, but it still stubbornly wants to get rid of it. Light up all around.
"I just want you to be a little bit better, that's enough, hold my hand like just now, if you can smile at me again..." Fan Wuzhen felt his internal organs tearing and hurting, "I really miss you, Every day, every moment here, I think about you, if I don't think about you, how can I survive those one hundred years." From the moment he stepped into the endless hell, all the ultimate things he desperately wanted to forget The pain and despair he felt all came one after another, and he seemed to feel the severe pain inflicted on his body by the endless torture, as well as the deep-seated love of not knowing whether he would see his elder brother again. It's too painful, every piece of memory here is full of poison and bitterness, life is worse than death, death is worse than life, life and death are all abandoned, and there is still endless torture left.
"Brother, I know I was wrong, please don't hate me." He cried.
Xie Bian's eye sockets felt scalding, and his nasal cavity was filled with soreness.
Perhaps Fan Wuxi is right about this point, he is probably the only person he can save, in this cruel karmic reincarnation spanning two lifetimes, the two of them switched back and forth between the identity of the perpetrator and the victim , the truth may have long been unimportant, because the truth has not saved anyone.
Xie Bian felt the strong arm restraining him, and the reliance that was completely opposite to this force, and his heart was turned all the time. It was difficult to distinguish between love and hatred at this moment, and he was only fascinated by Fan Wu's words. Attracted by the words - "You can still save me".
He also needs to be saved, and he needs to save himself by saving others. It's just that the person who hugged him tightly had taught him too many unforgettable lessons, whether these compromises, these showings of weakness, and these confessions were another premeditated pretense.
He was afraid of this person. From the day when the Demon Lord returned, in the Promise Palace, in the Zhengji Palace, in that life-and-death duel, and in the days and nights of tormenting each other, the fear was deeply rooted in his heart and could not be removed. .
There was a sound of dragging chains on the partition wall, pulling their thoughts back to reality.
The two of them were alerted immediately, Xie Bian pushed Fan Wuyi away, he turned his face away in a disguised manner, clutching the Tianji Talisman in his hand and said: "Then put it here with me."
"It's him'… "
"who?"
Fan Wuxi raised his head, his eyes completely changed, from a wounded and begging beast to a cruel hunter. He picked up Jie Bian and walked forward following the sound, and soon turned into a stone room with bloody instruments of torture hanging on the walls. This was a torture room.
The candlelight in the execution room was dim, and only a halo of light was illuminated within a limited range. The invisible corners were hidden in the darkness, but they all knew that there was something in the darkness.
The iron chain rang again, and the things in the darkness faltered for a while, and then slowly approached them, accompanied by the sound of several strings of chains mopping the floor, making one's scalp tingle.
Xie Bian drew out the Junlan sword, and watched without blinking what a huge monster came out of the darkness.
Fan Wuxi's gaze was extremely cold, with his hands behind his back, he twisted his fingers and made a rattling sound.
It was a ghost, but it was not an ordinary ghost. He was as tall as two people. He was extremely fat. The flesh on his body was piled up layer by layer. His huge and bloated belly almost reached the ground, and his face was so fat that he couldn’t see clearly. His facial features seemed to be melted into a ball, and his neck, limbs and waist were tied with thigh-thick iron chains, which dragged on the ground for a long time, making a creepy sound every time he walked.
Xie Bian vaguely guessed what was in front of him.
"Bring it?" The big ghost turned its fat neck, looking for the ghost next to "Yin Er", but failed. Don't look at him as fat as a hill, but his voice doesn't feel bloated.
He is the executioner of hell.
They say they are "officials", but they don't really have any real powers. The only thing they have to do is to punish the prisoners in hell, but only the executioners in the endless hell are worthy of being an "official". Odds come to take turns.
The executioners of Infernal Hell are existences that frighten ghosts. They can't help but have advanced cultivation, and they have been immersed in strong resentment for a long time. They are also brutal and bloodthirsty, and they are well versed in the way of torture ghosts.
I remember that Zhong Kui also said that the executioners of the Infernal Hell have grown into big fat men, because after they dig out the pills and bones, peel the skin and cramps, and torture the prisoners, those people can always recover and face the next round of torture. . Most of the people who enter the Infernal Hell have advanced cultivation bases, so that they can cause great disasters. The golden pills, flesh and blood that fall from them are all great tonics. Eat up and become a giant.
Xie Bian felt sick to his stomach when he thought of how many ghosts' limbs they ate to become this bloated form.
He shook the official document with a cold face: "The person who mentioned it."
"What are you doing in the torture chamber?" The executioner was about to retreat into the darkness.
Fan Wuxi took a step forward, and suddenly called out: "Chimoko, do you still remember me?" He took off Yincha's mask, revealing a stunning face.
Chimoko looked at Fan Wuzhen suspiciously for a long time. The torture room was really dark. He had to get closer before finally seeing Fan Wuzhen's face clearly. , took a step back in horror, this step caused the entire torture chamber to tremble three times, and the iron chain also made a harsh dragging sound.
"you you… "
"I said I would come back, I said I would take revenge, I said I would tear you into pieces bit by bit." Fan Wuxi was surrounded by black death, he smiled and showed a mouthful of sharp white teeth , Blood and cruelty brewed in his eyes, and his face was extremely hideous!
"I've fattened up so many executioners in Infernal Hell with my body." Fan Wuxi glared at Chimoko sullenly, "I want you all to come back."
"I am under orders, under orders!" Chimoko trembled, "Your Majesty, in this endless hell, I have no choice." Since they heard that the Demon Lord a hundred years ago not only did not enter the hell, but was reborn as a human , and regained the Xuanyuan Tianji Talisman. After returning to the underworld, there was not a day when they were not afraid, and this day still came.
The Demon Lord has returned. The Demon Lord who arrogantly shouted how to fight an eye for an eye when he was being tortured has really returned.