Chapter 1 Chapter 1 I died as soon as I arrived?



Chapter 1 Chapter 1 I'm dead as soon as I

get here? When the out-of-control truck hit him, Fang Hui was arguing with the community security guard. He started swearing because the guard opened the door for him a little late.

"Young comrade, my legs are not in good condition, and I only made you wait for one more minute. Why do you come here and start swearing?" The security guard was over 60 years old. It had rained for several days in a row, and his arthritis had recurred, so he walked with a limp.

Fang Hui sneered, "If you have a bad leg, why don't you go home and stay here? Why are you wasting everyone's time? Is it because your children can't support you?"

"Hey...you, how can you talk like that as a young man?" Hearing the other party mention his own children, the usually good-tempered security guard couldn't help but feel unhappy.

"Am I not telling the truth? You are already this age. If your own children have some ability, they would all be enjoying themselves at home. Why is your child so useless? You, an old man who is half dead, have to work..." Fang Hui said harshly, with one hand on the steering wheel of the new car.

"You...you..." The security guard was so angry that he was shaking all over. He pointed at the rich kid in front of him and couldn't say a word for a long time.

"How can you talk like that, young man? He is already old, why do you care?" The aunt who came back from buying vegetables couldn't stand it anymore and stood up to say a few words to him.

Unexpectedly, Fang Hui made a click of the tongue and turned to look at the aunt who was buying vegetables: "What does this have to do with you, Auntie? You'll die sooner if you meddle in other people's business."

When the aunt who was buying vegetables heard him say this, her eyes widened: "Fang Hui, you are so uncultured. You just rely on the money in your family. Without your father, you are nothing!"

This sentence seemed to have touched Fang Hui's sore spot, and he slapped the direction After he put the food on the plate, he glared at the aunt who was buying vegetables: "Yes, I just rely on my father. What? You are jealous. You will be born into a good family in your next life. I don't mind you becoming my grandsons. When the time comes, you can call me Grandpa. I will reward you with some cold rice."

Seeing Fang Hui's mean face, the onlookers began to blame him, but Fang Hui was not afraid. He scolded everyone.

Moreover, Fang Hui scolded people by poking at their sore spots. He called the plump ones fat, the ones wearing glasses blind, and even the women holding babies, he scolded their children for looking like monkeys.

While he was arguing fiercely, someone suddenly shouted, "The truck is out of control! Get out of the way!"

Before Fang Hui could react, he suddenly felt a darkening in front of his eyes, and a huge shadow smashed towards him.

"Bang!"

With a scream, a large truck full of mud and sand crashed towards Fang Hui.

Although the truck driver desperately turned the steering wheel, the mud and sand on the truck was too heavy, the front of the truck turned around, and the rear compartment was pulled by inertia, and the whole truck was pressed over.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Hui and his luxury car were covered by the overturned mud and sand. The mud and sand weighed 5,000 kilograms and soon piled up like a small mountain.

The crowd of onlookers were all stunned, but it was the security guard who came to his senses first: "Quick, quick, save him!"

Fang Hui only felt a sharp pain in his body, but it was very short, and he lost consciousness almost in an instant.

When he opened his eyes again, he felt his body floating, and a man in black clothes next to him tied a knot on his hands with a rope.

He glanced at the knot that looked like handcuffs, and then heard the shrill sound of police cars, ambulances, and noisy voices.

He turned around and saw blood on the ground, and sand stained red with blood.

A person was covered with a white cloth by medical staff and lifted onto a stretcher.

Some of the onlookers around were scared and cried, and the adults covered their children's eyes.

The gatekeeper stood with his hands behind his back, sighing deeply as he looked at the scene in front of him.

"Don't look at it anymore, let's go." The man in black pulled the rope, and his voice sounded like an AI dubbing without any emotion.

He followed the man in black in confusion. The strange thing was that no one who passed by him even looked at him.

The man in black waved his sleeves, and a door emitting green gas appeared in front of him. Fang Hui followed him in subconsciously.

As soon as he entered the door, the originally bright surroundings suddenly became dark, and the temperature seemed to have dropped.

A gust of cold wind blew, and he couldn't help shivering.

Fang Hui closed his eyes and adapted to the dim light here.

The surroundings seemed to be deep mountains and old forests, and behind them were continuous mountains and dense forests.

The place where he was was like a beach. In front of him was a river about 20 to 30 meters wide, with some glowing paper boats and lotus flowers floating on it.

Instead of seeing the petals fluttering, the river water could hardly be seen flowing.

On the riverside, there were some so-called "ghost lights" that he had seen in cartoons and on TV. They floated slowly and piled up together. At the slightest disturbance, they would suddenly scatter like dandelions, and then gather together in twos and threes.

Some ghost lights floated in front of Fang Hui, stayed briefly, and then floated away.

Fang Hui's mind was not very clear, and he didn't feel anything wrong when he looked at everything in front of him.

He quietly followed the people in black clothes to the bridgehead that connected the two banks of the river. There stood several people also wearing black clothes, holding notebooks and pens in their hands.

There were many people queuing at the end of the bridge, and they were also tied by a rope like him.

"Chen Dayou, 47 years old, died of illness." A man in black clothes read from the book in his hand. His clothes were different from those of the others. His left arm was sleeveless and there was a circle of red on his arm.

Another man in black clothes carefully looked at the man named Chen Dayou in front of him, then raised his hand and motioned him to pass.

So the man in black clothes who was holding Chen Dayou's rope let go, and Chen Dayou walked onto the arch bridge woodenly and slowly crossed to the other side.

Fang Hui raised his head and looked around, and the man in black next to him pushed him: "Don't look around, it's your turn."

"Fang Hui, 20 years old, died in an accident..." The red arm standing next to him said coldly.

Hearing his name, Fang Hui finally came to his senses from his confusion: "What? Accidental death?"

He took a step forward and snatched the notebook from the man's hand. The notebook was filled with many people's names, and some names were crossed out.

His name was bright red and dazzling.

Before he could see clearly, he was slapped hard in the face. He was knocked to the ground by the force and stared blankly at the red arm taking the notebook from his hand.

The man glanced at him and said unhappily, "Didn't your mother teach you not to take other people's things casually?"

"Impossible! I'm not dead! I want to go back!" Fang Hui shouted, stood up and was about to run back. He always felt that he was drunk and was played a prank by his bad friend.

Unexpectedly, he was kicked to the ground just after taking a step forward, and he groaned in pain.

The man in black who had been holding him grabbed his collar and said, "Go? Where to go? There is no way back once you come to our underworld!"

"What a joke! I won't play role-playing with you! Let me go!" Fang Hui didn't believe it and tried hard to break free.

The man in black stared at him sinisterly, and then hit him hard in the abdomen several times, with such great force that Fang Hui vomited water from his stomach.

"Ahem... Ahem..."

The man in black let go of Fang Hui and looked at him coldly as he collapsed to the ground.

"You know your identity and you dare to call me master in front of us. Who do you think you are?" The man in black turned his wrist and kicked him again.

"That's enough." Red Arm came over and looked down at Fang Hui, who was holding his stomach on the ground. "Fang Hui, you are dead, dead and complete. Do you understand?"

"..." Fang Hui was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. He gritted his teeth and glared at the inexplicable people in front of him.

"Let him reincarnate quickly. This kind of scum is annoying to look at." The man who beat Fang Hui said.

"..." Red Arm was silent with the notebook in his hand. He stretched out his finger and tapped on the notebook, and then a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "But he is not qualified to reincarnate."

"Why?" The man in black was a little surprised.

"Look..." Red Arm said in a low voice.

The two men stood in front of Fang Hui and whispered to each other, occasionally giving Fang Hui a look that looked like trash.

"You...what are you going to do?" Fang Hui suddenly felt a chill on his back, and a man squatted beside him and smiled maliciously.

Hong Arm closed the book and shook it in his hand: "I just looked at it. You have done too many sins in the past. The higher-ups do not allow you to reincarnate. Let us throw you to hell."

"What?!" Fang Hui shuddered. He was no longer used to being helpless. In the past, he had his father to protect him, so he didn't know how to write the word "fear".

But now, facing the two men in front of him, he was really terrified.

Although he still didn't know where this place was, he had a hunch that the "hell" this man was talking about was definitely not a good place.

"Bullshit!" Fang Hui cursed, and he got up from the ground and ran away.

The two were slightly stunned for a moment, and then they chuckled, obviously not expecting Fang Hui to still want to escape at this time.

The man in black flew forward, kicked Fang Hui on the back, and then stepped on him hard.

"Ah!" Fang Hui heard the crackling sound of his bones breaking, turned over and wanted to fight back, but he didn't expect his wrist to be grabbed and pinched by the man. "Crack!"

Fang

Hui's wrist was broken, and he almost died of pain.

"If I don't teach you a lesson today, you really think this place is your own home? Ah?" The man in black said, and punched Fang Hui in the chest again.

Fang Hui's eyes were full of stars. He instinctively held his head and endured the attack from the man above, and a painful groan flowed out from between his teeth.

"Stop." A voice that was not sure whether it was male or female rang out.

The man in black who was beating Fang Hui stopped immediately, and then all the men in black looked in the direction of the voice, and then they all bowed in unison: "Sir." The man

walked up to Fang Hui, looked at Fang Hui who was beaten black and blue, and called him: "Fang Hui."

Fang Hui squinted at the man, but couldn't see clearly.

The man was more like a ball of gas, or a cloud, and it was emitting a faint golden light.

The ball of light seemed to be looking at him, and the men in black didn't say anything, as if they were quietly waiting for the light to speak.

Fang Hui was panting rapidly. He had just been beaten so hard that one of his eyes was swollen. He looked very funny now.

After a long while, the ball of light finally spoke: "Okay, leave him to me, you guys go and get busy."

The men in black turned around to look at Fang Hui on the ground, and saluted respectfully to the light: "Yes, sir."

Fang Hui gritted his teeth and saw the light floating in front of him, and said fiercely: "Let me go back! You pranksters, wait until I find someone to kill you!"

Seeing that he was in such a state and still talking harshly, the light seemed to sneer.

"What are you laughing at?!" Fang Hui was used to being treated like this, and had never experienced such treatment. Although his body was still in pain, he still had a hard mouth.

"Fang Hui, you are dead, who else can you find?" The light said slowly.

"You are talking nonsense! How can I die if I live a hundred years!" Fang Hui didn't believe it until now.

The light gas floated to the side, and a ball of ghost fire swam over. The light gas blew a breath, and the ghost fire actually chuckled, spun in the air, and then floated away again.

"... Let me go back!" Fang Hui saw that this thing didn't say anything, so he shouted loudly in an imperative tone.

"Fang Hui, do you remember what you were doing just now?" The ball of light gas didn't get annoyed and asked him.

"Why do you care what I was doing just now..." Fang Hui was suddenly stunned in the middle of his words. He felt a mess in his mind. What was he doing just now?

Seeing Fang Hui's confused look and trying hard to recall, the light said: "You just died and were caught by the ghost. Now you are in the underworld."

Fang Hui's eyes were dull and he was stunned for a long time before turning to the light: "I... am I really dead?"


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