Chapter 125: Eternal Hell

What is fear?

Fear is one of those emotions that humans have always had and is difficult to face.

It is something that is opposite to desire, and sometimes can even suppress desire.

Fear is trembling hands, uncontrollable gasping, a heartbeat that is about to burst through the chest, a pale face, and groans coming from nowhere.

Fear is the unknown, the unfamiliar, and the confusion.

It is a spasm of soul and mind.

If it is the endless joy of desire.

Then fear is eternal torment.

Chu Songjun already understood what he should do.

When desire expands to the extreme, it will turn into cannibalism.

Then the same...

Fear reaching its extreme can actually save lives.

His deep black eyes stared fixedly at the extremely complacent and gloomy "cloud" in the sky.

That was the method used by the foreign god who intended to descend to the world. He used boundless desire as a lure to lure everyone in Xijing to fight in order to complete the ritual and thus welcome the foreign god's arrival.

This method is both sophisticated and covert, and it is extremely easy to exploit loopholes and loopholes.

But perhaps it was the use of autonomy that made his methods more concealed and sophisticated. When Chu Songjun realized that the outer gods could not directly control those desires, all of this had a flaw, that is, a way to break it.

In Chu Songjun's eyes, the monster first appeared in the Chu family mansion and ancestral hall in Yuzhang. He was surprised that the monster came in now.

The ancestral home of the Chu family in Yuzhang is covered with talismans. If demons and monsters that are not from the Chu family get close, they will be attacked and warned.

How did such a strange creature evade the attacks of countless Chu clan sentries and enter the small ancestral hall?

The answer is now apparent, and someone has shaped it.

The shape and appearance of the monster is that of a two-headed beast covered in scales. Now, after careful consideration, it is obvious that it only came from the two people present.

Among the two people present, one was Old Lady Chu, who had been with the Chu family for many years and knew the Chu family's secrets, and the other was Chu Songjun.

What was he thinking about at that time?

Chu Songjun couldn't help but recall it carefully.

At that time, he had some vague guesses about the Chu family's secret. He really couldn't imagine that the Chu family, who had always recognized him, helped him, and given him everything, actually hid such a dark truth behind his back.

He was terrified by this.

But was it only Chu Songjun who created this bloodthirsty two-headed monster with a beast body?

Obviously not, otherwise the two-headed feature would not appear on the strange beast.

That came from the secret fear in Old Lady Chu's heart. The Yuzhang Chu family turned their blood relatives into puppet evil ghosts to drive them around. How bold and absurd it was.

The pain and sorrow that Old Mrs. Chu experienced in her early years finally turned into a strange beast at this moment.

From this we can see that fear can also control the dark cloud, the only difference is whether the fear is strong enough and intimidating enough!

Chu Songjun could feel that his body was extremely empty, as if it were an ethereal feeling. If there was a gentle breeze, he felt that he would fly up like those thin paper figures.

Now, he is one of them.

Everything is according to his will.

If the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys can exchange opportunities.

If it were bones, flesh and blood could give it a glimmer of hope for survival.

If it is death, it is exchanged for rebirth.

So, what's wrong with giving up first and then gaining? Isn't this the rule of the world?

[Your talent is continuously taking effect——]

One person's fear is not enough.

Then there are two of us.

Dalang emerged from Chu Songjun's shadow and held Chu Songjun's hand.

Two people are not enough.

Then there are three of us.

Jueming pulled up his collar to cover the scar on his neck, and he gently grabbed Chu Songjun's sleeve.

Three people are not enough, four people, five people...

Ghost figures kept emerging from Chu Songjun's shadow, all of them were his other "self" who had died tragically.

If I am not enough...

It doesn’t matter, there are countless people behind him.

They came from all over the world, from east to west, from north to south.

The body is as thin as paper and as light as a blade of grass, but it is more than enough.

They appeared behind Chu Songjun, and the stars that had been scattered over Xijing were still twinkling silently.

[Your talent is constantly taking effect——]

That’s tens of thousands of people.

Countless, countless people.

They died in the past years, and their unmutated souls lost their bodies and had to drift in the wind in endless confusion.

In those days that seem to have no end in sight, the soul will never find peace.

Fear arises spontaneously.

Those fears accumulated bit by bit in the depths of the soul and were then borrowed out by Chu Songjun.

Since one person's fear is not enough to cool down this overwhelming □□!

Then let’s use the souls of thousands and tens of millions of people who have been lost in the underworld until now, whose souls have nowhere to rest and are floating in the world, witnessing everything with their own eyes!

Right now, right now!

“Ahem…”

Chu Songjun started coughing.

The cough echoed in the silence.

Chu Songjun felt an indescribable sense of lightness.

At this moment, countless paper figures seemed to have regained consciousness and walked out from behind Chu Songjun. They gradually changed from their original appearance to another one, and the fear that had settled in their hearts was gradually withdrawn from the bodies of their paper figures and gathered into the extremely thin clouds above Xijing.

A huge, illusory shadow loomed over the sky of Xijing like a terrifying warship!

Xie Jinghe sat there in a daze, watching the paper people passing by one after another. He stumbled to his feet, reached out to wipe the bloodstains in front of his eyes, and then he chased after the person in front of him without hesitation.

Chu Songjun walked past the place where the statue was crumbling.

In the huge pit, Chu Bingtian, who was consumed by desire, was lying dying in it. He was originally looking up at the sky in a daze, but now he looked excitedly at Chu Songjun who was passing by.

He has realized something.

Chu Bingdi was sitting next to Chu Bingtian. He also turned his head, and the two identical faces looked at Chu Songjun who was passing by.

Chu Bingtian's face couldn't help but flush. He murmured to himself and couldn't help laughing out loud: "My son, you are really as powerful as I imagined, and you can lead the world just as well. Hahahaha——"

Chu Bingdi also laughed.

Chu Bingtian looked at the phantom in the sky above Xijing with fascination: "Sure enough, my Yuzhang Chu family can also restore its glory after me! Hahahaha——"

Chu Songjun glanced at him briefly, and walked away with a calm and indifferent look.

Only Chu Bingtian was left, shouting like a one-man show, "Hahahaha - I am the Yuzhang Chu family! No one will dare to challenge me today! Chu Songjun is my son! My son! My son of the Chu family -"

***

The man holding the knife suddenly stopped and looked to the side of the street blankly, as if he realized something.

I saw gusts of cold wind rising up, cold and biting.

His rosy cheeks suddenly turned pale at that moment, and he belatedly heard some harsh and long sound. After being in a daze for a long while, he suddenly reacted and realized that it was his teeth that were trembling due to the cold, and the sound was made by the friction between them.

In a cloud of invisible yet tangible fog.

A man walked out. Surprisingly, the boy was as thin as a layer of paper, as if he could be blown away by a gentle breeze.

That person was a handsome young man, with a hint of melancholy between his brows, but more of it was coldness, extremely cold, like a sword that had been sheathed long ago. Obviously, the sword light should have been restrained, but the coldness was transmitted through the sheath.

It seemed as if he was about to chop him down in the next second! He was torn apart completely, and every millimeter was carefully examined!

He felt a chill on his back and tilted his head back subconsciously. He was still holding a knife in his hand, with blood dripping from it, but the mere sight of the young man made his curly hair run cold all the way down to his toes.

“Bang—”

The machete in his hand fell unconsciously, but he was not panicked.

Another young man walked out of the fog, exactly the same as the young man who was as terrifying as a knife, just as cold and terrifying!

He dared not move anymore, and his mind was unable to think of anything. He could only stare blankly at them as they walked by. When they looked at him, he subconsciously squatted down and held his head in his hands.

After a while, he heard the continuous sound of falling blades, and his long-lost thinking ability finally returned to his mind.

There was an extremely strong smell of blood at the tip of my nose, continuous wailing was heard in my ears, and in front of me were mysterious and terrifying young men walking past one after another.

He looked up in confusion and horror.

The pupils suddenly shrank.

A huge, ghostly shadow covered the entire Xijing, obscuring the moon!

It was an extremely vast and majestic mansion, almost covering the entire Xijing. Forward, backward, left, right, it seemed as if one was running more than ten miles in all directions, but one could not escape its shadow. It was so eerie and terrifying!

The entire mansion was not extremely black, nor extremely white, but gray, a gray that felt like it was soaked in a continuous rainy day. Raindrops fell from the hair and fell into the wet clothes, and the wet clothes stuck to the flesh and bones, rising and falling with the body's breathing, bringing stuffiness and pain. When people saw it, they could not help but squeeze their heart and lungs with all their strength, trying to absorb every drop of air, but this did not make people feel refreshed, but only suffocated!

But in the extremely hazy gray, there are other colors, one of which is extremely scarlet, a bloody color like the bloodstains left on a machete after killing someone.

"What is that?"

Everyone who looked up at the sky couldn't help but think.

"The underworld—"

A voice that came from nowhere sounded in their ears and weighed heavily on their hearts.

"The underworld? What does the underworld do?"

Something spoke in my ear again.

"It is the place where souls return after death! Their tendons and bones are stripped, their lives are crushed, their crimes are examined, and those who are guilty of the most heinous crimes are sent to the eighteen levels of hell to atone for their sins, while the innocent drink Meng Po soup and enter reincarnation again!"

"The Underworld is a place that is feared by those who have committed heinous crimes like tigers and wolves!"

Everyone was stunned.

Is there such a place in this world?

I saw countless young men, young men as thin as cicada wings, and terrifying men as light as grass, with smiles on their faces, catching the most heinous people one by one! They read out the charges against them while catching them!

But no one dared to cry or shout!

Everyone was silent!

A feeling of fear arose spontaneously, and in a trance, he no longer had time to care about what had happened before. He only stared in horror at the ghostly boy on the street and on the roof!

Countless ghosts, carrying countless people, marched through Xijing in a mighty stream. The air was filled with gloom and ghosts, and for a moment the entire Xijing suddenly became a ghost town!

Right now, right at this moment!

I saw the huge image of the underworld suddenly falling down -

"ah--"

Everyone exclaimed in surprise!

The human world and the underworld are suddenly connected!

Xijing and the underworld suddenly overlapped!

Countless eerie carvings of animal skeletons replaced the stone lions in front of the town gate. The bright and beautiful mansion became a dilapidated and gloomy villa, and the lanterns that originally emitted warm light were suddenly dyed scarlet!

I saw that the countless frivolous paper figures of young boys suddenly had their paper-like skin filled out quickly at the moment they fell into the underworld. Their bones and flesh became plump, and even their pale cheeks were stained with red dots by the color of the lanterns. The young men were holding the sinners soaked in the underworld water in their hands, and two sweet dimples appeared on both sides of their cheeks.

Everyone watched this scene in horror. Fear arose from their hearts and emanated from their bodies, turning into a deep black substance that poured into the shadow of the underworld. Those emotions became more and more, and the underworld became more and more solid!

——In the end, he bared his fangs and claws as if he were reappearing in the human world!

The thin "cloud" above Xijing could no longer hold on, and suddenly shrank down, and then was suddenly drained by the towering underworld! It disappeared into the sky unwillingly and twistedly!

[——Beep, beep, beep——]

[——The simulator is under attack——]

[The simulator has fought back——]

【15 years old: Happy 15th birthday! 】

The paper man is transformed from paper and enters the underworld like a fish in water!

An extremely crisp and loud suona sound rang out!

What followed was the crowing of countless roosters in Xijing with their heads held high.

The sky is getting brighter and the sun is about to rise again!

The mist of the underworld is quiet and thin.

Under the horrified gaze of the crowd, countless open doors of the underworld suddenly closed one after another, hiding the whereabouts of those terrifying paper men and ghosts.

Until the largest door, there was a plaque in the center of the main door with three big words written in bright red blood - "Gate of Hell"!

The reliefs on the two pillars beside the door are carved with extremely majestic beasts, with a single horn on its forehead and a long tail behind it. It looks like a deer but not a deer, and like a sheep but not a sheep.

Above the two pillars, large, twisted, bright red characters emerged.

——"The dead please go here, the living do not enter this door!"

Through the gap between the closed doors, one could only see a solemn, cheerful and upright figure's back. He walked forward without looking back.

"Bang--"

The door of hell suddenly closed!

The underworld melted into the rising sun, like foam on the sea, as if it had never appeared.

But the people in Xijing stood up in a daze, staring in that direction for a long time, unable to calm down.

His eyes were still wide open with fear, and he could only recall the vast crowd of ghosts. Thousands? Tens of thousands? There were so many!

Does the underworld really exist?

In other words, is the place where people go after death, called the underworld, really real?

now.

Every person in Xijing, every pair of terrified eyes can prove that—

The underworld not only exists, but also judges all ghosts after the living die!