what the hell is

I was wearing a black padded jacket, bloated woolen trousers in my hiking pants, and black sneakers under my feet.Since I was a child, I like to wear dark-colored clothes. I have always been criticized for not having youthful vitality, and being in my twenties is old-fashioned.

At this time, I stood in front of the mirror and looked at the black figure inside.After the initial fear, I suddenly fell into a very inexplicable emotion.

The person in the mirror is naturally me, but it gives me the feeling that he is another person.I have experienced this kind of feeling when Ma Danlong was in the painting.The person in the mirror feels very mature and has experienced many things in the world. He seems to have witnessed many changes in the world.At this time, he was dressed in black and standing in the depths of the mirror, with his hands behind his back, looking straight at me.

I suddenly had a very strange idea, is the person inside my previous life?

Just as he was thinking, the baritone on the speaker gave instructions: "Facing the mirror... cross your legs... meditate..."

I sat cross-legged in front of the mirror, looking across the mirror at the figure inside.

"Slowly close your eyes, and take a deep breath following my voice. Exhale...inhale..., yes, you will slowly enter the realm of visualization."

visualize? !Before I entered that tricky painting, Ma Danlong also asked me to enter the visualization.With a thought in my mind, Brother Peng instructed me to do the preparatory activities, which were almost the same as Ma Danlong.Is he also guiding me to enter a certain special space?

My mind was full of thoughts.Hypnosis music is still playing on the speaker. If I enter that space through hypnosis, will my soul leave my body, or will my consciousness enter a deeper subconscious?

The baritone is counting down: "When I count to ten, you will enter the realm of visualization and come to my world. One, two, three, four..."

Following his voice, my body began to tremble. Although I closed my eyes, I actually saw a white light.When I counted to eight, every part of my body trembled, my eyelids trembled, my fingertips trembled, especially my heart accelerated and beat violently.

My forehead was soaked with sweat, I really couldn't imagine what would happen if I was really hypnotized.It is very likely that when they found me a few days later, I had become a vegetable, unconscious, and could only live with a bunch of tubes for the rest of my life.

I was fighting subconsciously, but the white light became stronger and stronger until it enveloped my whole body, and I felt very comfortable, as if I had returned to the carefree baby age.

When I opened my eyes again, the scenery in front of me changed.

I was standing under a temple. This temple was very large visually, and there were long steps to go up.The cold moon was like water, and I could vaguely see bright lights and dark shadows in the temple. It seemed that there were quite a lot of people.I hesitated for a moment, then walked up the steps.

On both sides of the steps are wax figures of suffering in the eighteenth hell.Every ten meters or so, a vivid torture was staged.For example, there is throat cutting, a man kneels on the ground, and the imp behind him cuts his throat with a knife.The tortured man's eyes were wide open because of the pain, his eyes were tearing apart, and bright red blood trickled out of his throat, staining his clothes red.

My scalp was numb from watching it, and I didn't dare to look any more. Just as I looked away, I heard the sound of "cough...cough" from the man being tortured.I was taken aback and listened carefully, it was indeed him who sent it.This is the strange sound of blood pouring down the throat after cutting the throat.

I swallowed, ****, this is a statue, isn't this real? ! .

I really want to go over and check it out, but the torture scene really makes people unable to muster up the courage.Horror is second to none, the key is heart abuse. I can strongly feel the resentment emanating from this person before he died while being punished.

Not daring to look at the torture scenes any more, he took three steps and two steps, and rushed up quickly.

While running, I thought, what the hell is this place?Did Brother Peng really hypnotize me into the underworld?Now I... am I dead?

I ran until I reached the gate of the temple. The gate was open. Looking inside, I saw a large courtyard surrounded by black walls, brightly lit and resplendent.

I walked in, and the yard was too big, shadowy, filled with black mist, and it seemed that there was no end to it.The courtyard is divided into sections, each of which is overcrowded, and they don't know what to do when they are surrounded by people.

I came to the back of a group of people.These people were wearing clothes from an unknown dynasty. They were all black, with pale faces and blood-red eyes.He was clenching his fists, stretching out his arms and shouting: "Overthrow this sinner, and let him never be reborn!"

I looked in from the back, and there was a platform in the center of the venue, on which there was a naked old man kneeling, skinny, with his head hanging down, his gray hair was disheveled, and he looked quite pitiful.He murmured: I am guilty, I am guilty.I deserve it, I deserve it.He coughed and covered his stomach with his hands as he spoke, as if he was in great pain.

Seeing this guy completely messed me up.This old gentleman is exactly the old man I saw in the morgue who died of lung cancer without a skull.At this time, he was kneeling on the stage to repent as a sinner. Looking at it, even if he was a ghost, the pain of lung cancer would always be with him.He was coughing while hurting, and there was blood dripping from the corners of his mouth and beard.

I continued to walk in and looked at several venues, and the situation was similar.On each stage there is a person being criticized, to be precise, a ghost.All of them suffered from physical and mental torture, and were collectively scolded by the crowd below, shouting evil. The scene could not be regarded as terrifying, but there was an indescribable sense of madness and weirdness.

At this time, I saw the main hall, with high lights hanging inside, and a few people kneeling on the ground in the lobby.

I walked over quickly and stepped into the hall.

The situation in the main hall is a bit like that of an ancient county magistrate, with bull heads and horse faces on both sides, and ghosts in black clothes.The people kneeling on the ground all had no clothes and were naked, looking humble and wretched, almost like dogs.In front of them, high above, is a large table, and a person is sitting on the front seat.He was propping one hand on the table, leaning forward slightly, squinting his eyes to hear the case.

His face is clean and round, his eyes are calm, he looks like a king, and his appearance is extraordinary.I was dumbfounded immediately, isn't this Brother Peng? !His temperament has completely changed, and he has become another person just like him.

Brother Peng is wearing an old-fashioned Chinese tunic suit from the 60s and [-]s of the last century, and his hair is combed meticulously. He looks like an old cadre.As soon as he looked up and saw me, the trial of the case was over. He came out from behind the desk, walked straight to me, and stretched out his hand very enthusiastically: "Xiao Liu, you are here."

Well, my brain can't keep up with this rhythm.Under the situation, I also reached out to shake hands with him: "Brother Peng, I'm here."

Big brother Peng laughed: "I'm sorry, my place is a bit crude. But it's barely a shelf. Take your time and it will get better and better."

I pointed to the person kneeling on the ground: "Brother Peng, you are..."

"Oh, these are all sinners who committed crimes during their lifetime. I brought their souls here, conducted a trial and reformation, and let them receive re-education. When they reincarnate in the next life, they will become a pure person, a person out of vulgar interests , haha." He laughed.

He took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from nowhere and put them on. With a warm and kind smile, he took my hand and walked out of the main hall.Pointing to the whole temple, he said with a smile: "I built this place from scratch. How about it? It's not bad, right? You know that I died once and went to the underworld. This experience has given me a lot of inspiration." Inspiration. Later, I looked up a lot of materials about the underworld, talking about the eighteen levels of hell, and various tortures. Xiao Liu, do you know why punishment is used for dead souls?"

I thought for a while and said, "It's for them to atone for their crimes. They committed all kinds of crimes during their lifetime, and they cannot be done in vain. Naturally, they will be punished."

He nodded: "What is the purpose?"

"The purpose may be to wake up the dead souls and the living. Don't commit crimes. If there is a cause, there must be an effect. God is not blind, so I will remember it for you." I said every word.

Brother Peng didn't know if he heard the voice of my words, he nodded: "Yes, the word 'vigilance' you said is very good. The purpose of torture is not to punish anyone, but to make everyone vigilant, don't be evil. Bad results. But does this vigilant method work?"

I blinked at him, not understanding what he meant.

Brother Peng said: "Look at the evils in this world and the indifference of human feelings. Now this society is full of materialism and hostility, and there is no minimum moral bottom line. What are the eighteen levels of hell, what are the evil causes and effects? In the eyes of the world, they are the same as It's like a dog farting. I'm very worried, Xiao Liu, I'm worried about the world."

He dragged me to the yard where he criticized the old man with lung cancer, pointed to the old man kneeling on the stage and said, "You must know this man. But do you know what he did before his death?"

I shook my head.

"This person has an old mother who owns a property under her name. The old mother has been supported by his younger brother. Just before the old mother died of illness, this person played tricks, colluded with outsiders to deceive the old mother, tampered with the will, and attributed the property to his own name. Next. On a cold day, call for thugs to drive all the younger brother’s family out of the house, and bully the property. Unfilial to the old mother, unrighteous to the younger brother, full of anger, such a person reincarnated ten times, is also a scum. No Can education work? Can it work without reform?” Brother Peng blushed.

I said, "Then you just messed him up here? Did it work?"

Big Brother Peng laughed: "It's too childish to be raped and tortured. To kill people is to punish their hearts! The purpose of my construction here is to punish the hearts of these sinful souls! Only in this way can they purify their souls and become a brand new person."

He spoke with complacency, but what I heard was chilling to the bone.What Brother Peng has done is beyond imagination.

"By the way, what is this place? Is it the underworld?" I murmured.

Brother Peng walked a few steps with his hands behind his back: "When I died, I had spent five hells in the underworld, and I knew the art of ghost cultivation. You are a person in the world, so you don't need to know these things. Although I came back to life, I have already passed away. Half human, half ghost. These are not problems, but it is convenient for me to build this place. This is my world!"

"here is……?"

"This place is the underworld I made myself! I want to be the Lord of Hades!" He turned his head sharply and looked at me with piercing eyes.