Chapter 114

The abyss was unfathomable, a bottomless, thick, and substantial black. Iron chains rattled, ghost fires howled, and through the dim red light of the ghost fires, Lou Sheng could vaguely see that the road ahead was paved with human skulls.

He walked for who knows how long, but the road ahead seemed endless. Lou Sheng felt the iron chain around his waist grow heavier, making it difficult for him to move or walk. Were his shoes still intact? He suspected the soles had been worn out by the long trek, and he was walking on the soles of his feet, which was extremely painful. His legs felt weak as lead, and he stumbled after stepping on something hard and nearly fell.

"Hurry up! Don't dawdle!" The ghost officer said viciously, pulling the chain hard, and Lou Sheng fell to the ground unexpectedly.

Lou Sheng remained silent, but he stubbornly supported himself and climbed up. Gradually, the road ahead became brighter, and a group of ghost messengers with animal faces were waiting.

There was an iron ring hanging from the bull's nostril, which trembled as he spoke. He snorted, exhaling cold air, and asked, "Is this the guy who got away?"

"Yes." The ghost tightened the chain and forcibly pulled Lou Sheng over.

The three of them, with their ox-headed, horse-faced, and donkey-faced faces, surrounded Lou Sheng with condescending arrogance. Cruel and arrogant, they said, "You don't know what's good for you! You're so audacious! I'm going to sink you into the lava!"

"If you still dare to hide from the ghost messenger, we will break both of his legs and make him crawl everywhere from now on!"

"Send him to hell and pour iron liquid on him!"

Lou Sheng's back was tense, and he couldn't remain calm as he endured these extreme punishments. His hands were shaking, and he stuffed them into his pockets, trying to calm himself. The ghost messengers before him seemed like a huge mountain about to crush him.

Arriving in a secluded room, a mirror over ten meters high reflected Lou Sheng, who was silent and bowed, and the ghost messenger, swinging his chain, ready to move. Looking up, Lou Sheng saw his own tragic death in the mirror. He was shocked. Before he could think about how he had become like this, the mirror suddenly showed the deceased Gao Qingwei - his uncle he had killed.

The blood on the neck had dried up, the deceased's eyes were closed and his face was pale, like a prepared human specimen.

The ghost asked him, "Did you kill him on purpose?"

Lou Sheng lowered his eyes, shook his head, and said slowly, "I didn't mean to do that. He held his son hostage and asked me for money. During the argument, I stuck the knife into his neck."

The ghost said in a stern tone: "You killed him on purpose!"

Lou Sheng swallowed his unfinished words, realizing that this ghost was targeting him and trying to add to his charges.

"Sir, you've read my memories. I'm rich and young, so why would I want to kill him?" As he spoke, his mind kept returning to Ying Zhisheng, who knelt on the ground in despair. Lou Sheng blinked down the surging bitterness and said calmly, "It really was just an accident. After all, he's my uncle. I held him in my arms and called him daddy. I wouldn't take his life."

The ghost officer sneered, "Whether it was intentional or not, I will be able to judge for myself."

Lou Sheng closed his eyes weakly, and when he opened them, he met Gao Qingwei's smile in the mirror. The scene around him suddenly changed, and he saw the dead Gao Qingwei struggling to crawl out of the mirror...

Suddenly plunged into darkness.

"Hello, Lou Sheng. Is your mother on a business trip recently? Really, she didn't answer my calls."

"Yeah, on a business trip."

"Xinhua is such a jerk! She caught a cold and went to the hospital for an IV drip a few days ago. You're older now, so why is she still working so hard? Do you know where she's on a business trip? I'm flying to Yizhou tomorrow and I'll stop by to see her."

"Don't you know? My mother didn't go to Yizhou. It seems she went to Changnan."

"Good boy, uncle really doesn't know. Your mother and I have become distant lately, and she never tells me anything. She and I have been siblings for so many years, so let's not talk about it anymore."

"There's no such thing as estrangement. Uncle, don't let your imagination run wild."

…

Lou Sheng saw Gao Xinhua's posthumous photo.

He knelt on the ground, shaking as he burned paper, his eyes red with tears and blood, filled with intense hatred. Oh my God, is there really someone in this world who would kill his own sister for profit? A sister who had supported each other through many years!

He saw Gao Qingwei again. The scene suddenly changed to show the young Gao Qingwei.

The man's arms were strong and powerful. He took the child from Gao Xinhua's arms and gently counseled him, "If you want to divorce, then divorce. Little sister, I will support you in whatever decision you make. Don't worry that Xiaosheng will lack fatherly love. His uncle is not dead..."

Dead.

Killed by him.

Despair was like a tide, ready to drown Lou Sheng. Gao Qingwei would pick him up from school on rainy days and buy him all sorts of toys. He would even sit by his bedside, patiently explaining things Gao Xinhua couldn't explain to him about adolescent physiology.

Well, dead.

Lou Sheng saw Gao Qingwei in the office, with a ferocious face, wrinkled face and a big belly, and he roared: "Money! Give me money!"

"You're just as selfish as your mother! An ungrateful bastard! You didn't even leave me a penny. Lou Sheng, give me the money!!"

"I killed Xinhua. She was just thinking of leaving all her money to you. Isn't my son her nephew? I've been so devoted to you, yet she's so stingy! I'll have someone run her over with a car!"

Why did the gentle and responsible man in my memory become like this? Is it for money?

A sharp fruit knife appeared in his hand. When he looked up, Gao Qingwei, with a frantic look on his face, had already put his neck on the blade, shouting, "Come on, kill me! I killed your mother, that bitch, that second-hand item that no one wanted!"

Lou Sheng looked at the man with a calm gaze.

“Kill me—”

"I won't kill you. There's no need to provoke me. I already said I didn't mean to kill anyone."

"When your mother died, there was a jersey in her car signed by your favorite football player. Who did you say she went on a business trip to Changnan for?"

Lou Sheng gritted his teeth and told him in a deep voice, "I won't kill you. I've already said that Gao Qingwei's death was an accident. I won't kill him a second time!"

The person opposite him was still scolding him:

"Coward——"

"waste!!"

"Your mother is a slut that no one wants, I ah ah ah——"

Unable to bear it any longer, Lou Sheng stabbed the dagger in Gao Qingwei's neck fiercely, and blood immediately gushed out and splashed on the side of his face.

'Gao Qingwei' transformed into the donkey-faced ghost messenger, who smiled triumphantly at Lou Sheng.

The next second, the knife was pulled out and stabbed into the mouth of the donkey-faced ghost, twisting the mouth left and right, tearing the mouth open and cutting off the tongue.

Lou Sheng opened his hands indifferently, the blood on his face piercing his eyes. He smiled and said, "No matter how serious the crime is, I accept it. We're all going to hell anyway, so what difference does it make?"

"Please, Master Ghost Messenger, be careful with your words and actions."

…

This way.

Ying Zhisheng sat on the floor, looking at the empty house, repeatedly dialing a number. His expression was hazy, and he kept mumbling, "Hurry up, hurry up!" He felt as if his internal organs were burning. The sudden urge to vomit came over him, and Ying Zhisheng curled up, clutching his abdomen and forcing it down, fearing he would vomit blood again.

He wants to save Lou Sheng.

Save Lou Sheng.

Like a lonely lost child, Ying Zhisheng gasped for breath and cried silently, his tears mixed with the blood on his face soaking the screen of his phone.

Please answer the phone and save him.

Finally the call was connected—"Hello?"

Ying Zhisheng was choking up and couldn't speak for the first time. He was so anxious that he almost choked to death. He said hoarsely, "Lou Sheng, he was taken away."

Yu Gengshi was still asleep and asked, "What?"

Ying Zhisheng collapsed and grabbed his hair, then banged his head against the hard corner of the coffee table in an attempt to regain his composure.

But she still broke down and burst into tears: "Lou Sheng... was taken away by the ghost and is going to hell."

"Please save him... I'll give you all my money, please save him."

"He will be in pain, they are going to torture him... I can kneel down, I can die, I will go to hell for him... I beg you to save him, save him!!!"