The red spider lilies formed an endless sea of blood, dazzling red. The water of the Forgetful River meandered around the Gate of Hell.
The water of Wangchuan River can make people forget their past, and Mengpo soup can make people forget their past.
Many of the water ghosts that fell into the River of Oblivion have lost all their memories and are almost in a daze, like moving monsters, without any human characteristics.
An Rugu withdrew his gaze, took the little zombie with him, and stepped forward decisively.
Soon, a small stall came into view. There were many customers lined up in front of the stall, and there were two ghosts, a man and a woman, behind the stall.
The woman was wearing a red robe, looked gorgeous, and had long black hair that reached her waist.
The man had a handsome appearance, but his skin was oddly white and he was soaked all over. Water was dripping around his feet, and the dripping went on for a long time without stopping, as if his body was full of water.
The woman sat on a wooden stool with a big pot in front of her. She held a green silk fan in her left hand and a wooden spoon in her right hand, stirring the pot constantly with a very relaxed posture.
After stirring half a circle, raise your right hand high and pour the soup in the spoon into the bowl from top to bottom.
His movements were extremely smooth, not a drop of soup spilled out, and it was obvious at first glance that he was a skilled worker.
The soup was a strange yellowish red, and it was bubbling with bubbles.
"Can I not drink?"
A young-looking woman picked up Meng Po soup, but couldn't swallow it. She kept crying, "I haven't waited for him yet. I want to reincarnate with him."
The beautiful woman didn't even raise her head and said lazily, "Then just wait. No one will stop you. Look over there, there are people waiting just like you."
Everyone turned their heads to look.
Beside the Naihe Bridge, some ghosts were sitting or standing in different postures, but they were all staring blankly in the direction of the Ghost Gate, expecting someone to come.
"Okay!" The young woman sniffed, clenched her fists, and made up her mind: "I must wait for him."
Perhaps because she spoke too loudly, the beautiful woman opened her eyelids and glanced at her with a look that showed neither sadness nor joy: “Then I have to remind you that if you often walk by the river, you will get your shoes wet.
If you are too close to the Wangchuan River and don't reincarnate, you will eventually fall into the Wangchuan River."
The beautiful woman glanced at the male ghost next to her and said in a cold tone, as if hinting at something: "And then you will become an ugly ghost like him."
"Ugly Ghost": "???"
The handsome man's face fell and he looked a little unhappy, but he didn't dare to refute her.
The young woman shook her head and put down the Meng Po soup in her hand: "No matter what, I must wait for him."
After saying this, she ran to the Naihe Bridge, stood with the group of ghosts of different ages, and looked back at the Ghost Gate from afar.
Because of the narrow field of view of the mobile phone, Meng Po and others were not captured in the live broadcast room. But just by listening to the sound, everyone had already imagined everything.
[Oh my goodness, Meng Po is out. This queenly voice makes me feel numb all over. Host, please let me see what the actress who plays Meng Po looks like.]
[Plus one, Meng Po is not an old lady, but a young lady, which shocked my whole family. Let me see Meng Po's gorgeous beauty. ]
[I don't want to see Meng Po, I just want Meng Po soup, Master Meng Po, please sell me the goods. ]
[The above, this is not a good idea. What if this live broadcast really reaches the ground and Meng Po remembers you? ]
[Shocking, on the second day of the live broadcast, countless viewers across the country suddenly lost their memory. Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality? Our reporters will continue to report for you.]
An Rugu looked at Meng Po from a distance and nodded.
Before the dead souls are reincarnated, they have to go through a trial. The wicked will go to hell, and only those who have the opportunity to be reincarnated can drink Meng Po soup.
Wu De can't drink it now.
An Rugu handed the soul-calling sign to the ghost catcher, and the ghost catcher sent the ghost to the hands of Qin Guangwang, the King of Hell in the First Hall.
King Qin Guang is equivalent to the first judgment seat. Ghosts with equal merits and demerits will be sent to the Tenth Hall of Hell to be reincarnated.
If it is an evil ghost, then it will be judged by the King of Hell who is in charge of hell.
Wu De was trapped in darkness for a long time. When he regained consciousness, he was sent to a solemn hall.
The mirror of sin shone directly at him, revealing the sins he had committed in past and present lives.
Soon, a voice as loud as a bell reached my ears: "Your faults are greater than your merits, and your evil deeds are greater than your good deeds. Send you to the Second Hall."
…
After hearing this, the originally arrogant Wu De knelt on the ground, trembling, and felt dazed. He couldn't believe what he heard.
He was sentenced to enter the eighteenth level of hell, the Hell of Knives and Saws, and serve a hundred years in prison.
After An Rugu heard this result from the ghost, his mind moved slightly.
The Eighteen Levels of Hell are an important part of the underworld. Now that we are here, we might as well broadcast it live.
She then asked the ghost, passed through the passage, and walked into hell.
The audience in the live broadcast room had no idea what they were about to go through and were still laughing and discussing what had just happened.
"If you are a coward, you can turn off the live broadcast room now and come back later." An Rugu said calmly: "I will take you to the eighteen levels of hell."
[Hell? No big deal. I'm not scared at all now. The host's worry is unnecessary.]
【Plus one, I felt nothing in my heart. I don't know why everyone is shouting in fear. I feel that the underworld is just like this.】
"There are a total of eighteen levels of hell in the underworld: the Tongue-Pulling Hell, the Scissors Hell, the Iron Tree Hell... and the Knife-Saw Hell."
"In the first level of hell, anyone who liked to slander others during his lifetime will go to the hell of tongue-pulling."
An Rugu took a cell phone and took photos of the execution site from a distance. She didn't take any photos of the details because she was worried that some people would not be able to accept it.
But this alone was enough to shock the audience in the live broadcast room.
[My god, this special effect is too realistic. I used a microscope to look at it, but I couldn't find any flaws.]
[The sense of substitution is so strong, my tongue hurts! ]
[My pupils were shaking and I couldn't even hold my phone.]
"The second level of the Scissors Hell is where if a woman's husband unfortunately dies and she becomes a widow, and someone forces her to marry someone else, she will fall into the Scissors Hell."
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Audience in the live broadcast room: “???”
【At this time, a handsome guy quietly wrapped himself tightly in the quilt. 】
[Sharpening scissors and kitchen knives. 】
[I can't read this good thing alone. I have forwarded the link to my older cousin, my second cousin, and my younger cousin.]
…………
When they reached the eighteenth level of hell, the people in the live broadcast room already felt their scalps tingling.
[My mind told me to stop watching it because I would be scared to death, but my curiosity made me want to continue watching it.]
[I want to see who will go to the eighteen levels of hell.]
In the eighteenth level of hell, evil ghosts are tied to wooden stakes, with many little ghosts standing in front of them, and screams are endless.
Audience in the live broadcast room: “???”
[Ugh! Ugh!]
【I will spend my whole life healing from this night's live broadcast.】
[I'm eating, why are you showing me this? ]
At this time, the camera turned right and scanned the nearest person.
He was being executed by the hardworking little devils. The scene was so beautiful that people dared not look directly at it.
"Aaaaaaaaah!"
He screamed miserably and turned his head slightly, revealing a face that was familiar to many viewers.
[Oh my god, isn't this Wu De who was on the hot search before? ]
[I just searched the news and found out that Wu De has been executed. This is terrifying, brothers and sisters.]
Wu De was neither able to live nor die. He caught a glimpse of An Rugu in the distance, and like a drowning man clinging to the last piece of driftwood, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Master, please save me."
He thought about how he hadn't been very nice to her when they first met, and his eyes were filled with pleading: "Please forgive me and save me from here! I'll give you everything!"
However, An Rugu shook his head decisively: "I'm sorry, I don't have that much ability."
This was the verdict of the Ten Kings of Hell, and she didn't want to plead for such a person.
Then, she turned around and left despite Wu De's pleading to keep her.
She turned the camera towards herself. She was surrounded by the eerie hell, but her expression was as calm as usual: "I have something else to do later. Today's live broadcast ends here."
[Stop, host. I have watched the Eighteen Layers of Hell. Can you watch the Ten Kings of Hell? ]
[Meng Po, Meng Po, Meng Po, important things should be said three times. ]
[My heart is deeply hurt. Would you be worthy of me if you don't finish the live broadcast of the underworld? ]
[By the way, my worldview has collapsed. Streamer, does the underworld really exist? There are all kinds of opinions on the platform now, but I only believe your words. ]
[There are very few people who have never done anything bad in their lives. Will they all go to hell? ]
【Plus one! 】
An Rugu saw these comments, looked away, and looked at the eerie gate of hell, and said in a distant voice: "Of course the underworld exists. Don't worry, ordinary people will not go to hell because their merits and demerits are equal. They will only be reincarnated. Only the most treacherous and evil people will fall into hell.
Have you committed any great crimes?"
The audience in the live broadcast room felt a lot more relaxed after hearing this.
[After the host said this, I felt relieved. I don't want to go to hell. ]
[I feel that the existence of the underworld is quite good. Good deeds and evil deeds will be rewarded. It's not that there will be no retribution, but the time has not come yet.]
............
After the Hell Live was disconnected, the news gradually spread to all platforms major, and the Hell Live was almost the only thing on the hot list. Many media outlets rushed to report on it.
The top ten trending searches on Weibo are all about the underworld.
#Evidence of the existence of the underworld#
If you don't go to hell, who will?
#When you stare into hell, hell stares back into you#
【Let’s discuss rationally whether the underworld exists or not? 】
[Watch Yingri Yuyun’s live broadcast for a while, and you’ll get used to the fragmentation of your worldview. ]
[Nonsense, there is no mysterious power in this world, nor is there a hell, everything is just a legend made up by people. Don't let others cheat you and then help them count their money.]
【Add one, when I first live-streamed the underworld, many people in my circle of friends were talking about it. It was really too fake, so fake, now the anchors will really do something to attract traffic. I went to take a look today, and it was still so fake, isn't this just a special effect? As long as you give me enough money, I can do this kind of live-stream countless times for you, not to mention the underworld, I can also do it for you in heaven.】
[You guys should go check out the news about Wu De. Damn, it's really him. His appearance and voice can't be said to be completely unrelated. They are exactly the same.]
[Oh my god, he was executed in the afternoon, but appeared in the live broadcast in the evening! ]
Wu De's story became a major proof of the authenticity of the live broadcast room, shocking countless people who thought it was a special effect.
The dead are resurrected, no, they have become ghosts!
The entire Internet was in an uproar, the underworld actually exists!
What is even more shocking is that many official media outlets came out to repost the live broadcast, adding sharp comments: "People always say that hell is empty and the devil is on earth. Perhaps the devil will have his own little devils to torment him in the future..."
"Those who do evil will do well to take care of themselves."
In short, strike against those who want to do evil in their hearts and curb their evil thoughts in the bottom of their hearts.
Of course, they do not rely on the underworld. For those who have done evil, there is hell in the underworld and prisons in the human world.
The most advanced place for criminals would be a prison on earth.
The official media’s reposting of the news was the final word. Netizens keenly sensed something unusual, and their worldview was shaken.
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[It's good that the underworld exists. If you have a sense of awe in your heart, you won't be so presumptuous. ]
【Add one, who dares to commit a crime after this? Anyway, I won’t dare to do it. The benefits of the underworld outweigh the disadvantages. 】
[Rapist, human trafficker, hurry up and send your grandfather to hell! ]
...........
At the same time, in a village in the eastern suburbs of the Acropolis
The scarred man took a deep puff of his cigarette, put down his phone, and felt extremely confused.
Their city is very remote and small, and the social security is quite poor, which allows these small gangsters to thrive and get along very well, and often collect protection fees.
However, his appetite grew bigger and bigger over time. The scarred man became ruthless and set his eyes on a rich man's child. He decided to kidnap him tonight and extort a large sum of money.
As a result, when I was browsing the live streaming platform today, I accidentally clicked into a live streaming room.
The tongue-pulling hell, the iron tree hell... the knife and saw hell, the layers of purgatory, made him terrified and he would never forget it for the rest of his life.
He was so upset that he walked to the statue of Guan Gong, picked up three incense sticks, and offered incense to Guan Gong: "God of Wealth, please bless me to get rich tonight!"
Regardless of whether they are mixed up in the underworld or the white community, almost all of them believe in Guan Gong.
The air is filled with the smoke of incense and a special fragrance. The statue of Guan Gong looks majestic and unmoved.
At this time, the younger brothers swarmed over, hesitating and not as excited as before: "Brother, did you watch the live broadcast on the homepage of the Shark Platform today?"
"Oh, it's so scary. It seems like hell really exists."
"What are you afraid of?!" The scarred man was full of doubts in his heart, but he showed no fear on his face. He threw the cigarette in his hand to the ground and stomped out the cigarette butt with his shoe: "Isn't it just hell? What does it matter if it exists? Why should I be afraid?"
He picked up the equipment beside him, walked forward, and shouted in a stern voice: "Follow me, if we do this job, we will have a good life. Whether we can be rich and prosperous in the second half of our lives depends on today."
He walked towards the door and pressed the doorknob with his right hand, but he didn't hear any footsteps for a long time, so he turned his head to look.
Many of the younger brothers were still standing there, looking resistant and hesitant.
"Are you still scared?"
Everyone lowered their heads and remained silent, as if they had agreed.
"Waste, a bunch of waste!"
The scarred man looked angry and threw the things in his hand to the ground: "...There is no other way. I won't go either."
Everyone: “???”
They were dumbfounded and a little curious: "Brother, why don't you persuade us?"
"Why did you agree so quickly?"
They were also prepared to use all their eloquence to persuade their eldest brother not to kidnap others, lest he go to hell.
"What's there to persuade?" The scarred man frowned and snorted coldly, "Look at you cowards, will you go if I persuade you?"
Everyone looked at each other, shook their heads, and said in a low voice: "I am quite courageous, but hell is too scary, especially the sawing hell. My God, people are sawed in half alive."
"Wu Dedi is a gangster like us, and his crimes are much more serious than ours. We haven't killed anyone yet. But if we kidnap that child, we will really go to hell."
"That's it?" The scarred man immediately began to think about a way out: "This is not a solution, let's open a shop. I heard that milk tea shops are quite profitable."
When everyone heard that he was not going, they felt relieved and started talking about their future plans.
I dare not collect protection money anymore, never again. I heard that those who blackmail others will also be tried!
If they had done some good deeds to offset the bad, they might not go to hell, but they haven't done many good things in their lives.
The scarred man looked away when he saw these people were discussing happily.
In fact, he changed his words so quickly because he was also afraid of going to hell.
.............
night
Xiao Lin stood by the road, watching the live broadcast of the underworld. He was still in shock when the live broadcast room was closed.
She opened other software and, as expected, the news about the existence of the underworld had become a hot search on almost all platforms, with the word "explosive" written at the end.
"Hell is so scary." She whispered to herself, trembling like a small animal: "It seems that I have to do some good things in the future."
She was lost in thought when a black car happened to stop near her.
She thought it was the online taxi she had booked, so she took out her phone, opened the door, and got in.
She was still immersed in the live broadcast, and directly opened the dialog box and sent a message to her bestie: [Have you seen the good stuff I just recommended to you? ]
As soon as she sent it out, a series of messages from her besties flooded in: [You bastard, you recommended this hellish live broadcast to me!!! I was almost scared to death! ]
Xiao Lin covered his mouth and said with a smile: [The host clearly said that the timid ones should not watch it. ]
Girlfriend: …
Curiosity kills the cat.
My bestie wiped her face and sent a reply: [By the way, I wanted to keep the picture of the sea of flowers on the other shore, it was so beautiful, but I couldn’t take a screenshot. The live broadcast of the underworld is so mysterious, did you save it? ]
[I think it's beautiful, but I can't save it. I'll go home and ask my boyfriend, he's a programmer, maybe he can help.]
[What, you haven't come home yet, it's so late, where are you? ]
【I’m in an online ride-hailing car. 】
[It's so late, please be safe and call me if you need anything. ]
Xiao Lin typed the word "okay" in the dialog box and suddenly realized something. She had been in the car for so long, why hadn't the car started yet?
At this moment, a message from the online car-hailing platform suddenly appeared on the phone screen: [Driver: Sorry, I have something urgent to do here. Can I pick you up in ten minutes? ]
——Her online taxi driver hasn’t arrived yet, so whose car is this she got in?
Xiao Lin's heart suddenly skipped a beat, thinking that something was wrong. A chill ran up his feet and his body trembled as he looked towards the driver's seat.
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A tall man was sitting in the driver's seat with his hands on the steering wheel. His whole body was shrouded in shadow, and his back looked eerie and scary.
She had been in the car for so long, how could a normal man keep silent and let her sit in his car?
There must be something wrong with him!
In an instant, the news of countless women being killed on their way home late at night flashed through her mind, and a huge sense of fear overwhelmed her.
It's so late now and there is no one around. If the other party has evil thoughts, the consequences will be disastrous.
"Ahhhhhhhhh, don't kill me, don't kill me!" Kobayashi seemed to have thought of something and shouted as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, trying to intimidate the other party.
"There is hell in this world. You can't kill me. If you kill me, you will go to hell!"
"Do you know what the saw hell is? It will saw you in pieces!!!"
She screamed at the top of her lungs, put her right hand on the handle, pulled it open, and quickly stepped out of the car.
At this moment, a man's deep voice suddenly came from my ear: "Miss, you don't have to scare me with hell. I've watched the live broadcast and I don't think I will go to hell."
"I'm just curious when you're going to get off."
Xiao Lin: "???"
She paused, her whole body froze, and she stood there in a daze: "What do you mean?"
"It's nothing. Get out of the car quickly, otherwise my girlfriend will come and misunderstand." The man said softly.
Xiao Lin: "..."
After some communication, Xiao Lin's face turned red and he realized that he had made a mistake. He had no choice but to thank the other party and run away.
It turned out that the other party thought that I had encountered some difficulties and wanted to stay in the car for a while, so he didn't force me to get off...
So embarrassing!
.................
While the news was spreading across major platforms, An Rugu himself was still in the underworld, taking a leisurely stroll with the little zombies.
She went through the formalities at the dream-telling agency, learned the skills of telling dreams, and following the instructions of others, downloaded the dream-telling APP from the application market of her paper phone.
Customers will send their requests on this APP, and the rewards will be written under the post, including but not limited to paper money for the dead, hairpins and jade items.
She took a quick look and found that many people wanted to have their dreams sent to them. However, it was very time-consuming, so the number of ghosts willing to accept was similar.
Her magical powers are unfathomable, and she is ready to take on more missions in the human world.
The market in the underworld is very big and is called Ghost Market.
Ghosts who were rich during their lifetime sell their own burial objects, ghosts with skills sell their own handicrafts, and those who have nothing sell themselves and work in other people's homes.
It is not much different from the market in the human world.
The little zombie grabbed a handful of red spider lilies bought from the ghost market. He was seduced by the beauty of the flowers and put his nose close to them curiously.
The pollen entered her nostrils, choking her and causing her to sneeze non-stop. It took her a long time to calm down, and she muttered, "I don't get this feeling when I smell ordinary flowers."
There are many flowers near Chuyun Temple. When the osmanthus flowers were in full bloom, Shang Yue shook down a lot of osmanthus flowers. She inhaled them for a long time without being choked.
As a zombie, her nervous system is different from that of normal people, so she shouldn't sneeze because of pollen.
"The red spider lily can summon souls." An Rugu said, "It acts directly on your soul."
Little zombie: "...so scary."
The little zombie was so scared that he felt like he was holding a hot potato. He immediately put the red spider lily into his pocket and said, "Then I won't play anymore."
She was young and playful, and soon she was attracted by new things and ran to the stall with great interest: "This mask is so beautiful."
In front of me is a fox mask, which is exquisitely crafted, colorful, lifelike and extremely beautiful.
The stall owner said enthusiastically: "You have a good eye. I used to be a craftsman in the palace. The emperor used the things I made, and also gave them as rewards to many ministers. Everything I made is a family heirloom."
The little zombie didn't understand what the emperor and minister were, and inexplicably felt that they were very powerful. He nodded blankly: "How much?"
Seeing that she was a child, the stall owner smiled in his heart and quoted a sky-high price: "Three hundred thousand ghost money, I guarantee you will enjoy the same enjoyment as the emperor."
The easiest thing to do is to make money from women and children, and this couple of customers took it all!
The little zombie swallowed and stared: "That sounds amazing."
"Of course, action speaks louder than words!" urged the stall owner.
An Rugu: “…”
An Rugu picked up the mask casually and looked it over. The quality was indeed good: "Two hundred ghost money, no more, it's only worth this price.
I don't need to tell you what your ancestors were like. You should know it yourself."
Stall owner: “???”
The stall owner felt guilty for some reason: "Didn't I tell you? My ancestors were craftsmen for the emperor, what else could there be? Don't talk nonsense."
"But you have no father or mother, you are an orphan. After entering the palace, you became..."
Before An Rugu could say anything more, the stall owner immediately changed his tone and said with a sad face: "Two hundred, two hundred, two hundred, two hundred, please stop talking, sister. I beg you."
He still wanted to save some face in front of other ghosts.
Seeing him like this, An Rugu didn't make things difficult for him. After paying the money, she took the mask.
Only money attached with golden wish power can be remitted into the Bank of Heaven and Earth, so inflation in the underworld is not serious and money is quite valuable.
You can buy an extremely well-made mask for two hundred dollars.
The King of Hell had given her 80 billion underworld banknotes before, and Shang Yue said that she could be considered the richest person in the underworld.
She had never been to the underworld, so she couldn't spend her money. Now that she has come to the underworld, she finds that ghost money is also very fragrant.
At this moment, a young man's somewhat urgent voice suddenly came from the side: "Miss, I have watched your live broadcast and heard that you are very good at fortune-telling. Can you help me calculate my marriage?"
She looked up and saw that it was an acquaintance, the man who was next to Meng Po just now.
It would be fine if it was a human, but a ghost actually wanted to find her for marriage...
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