Global Shock: You Call This An Amusement Park? !

From the dream just now, Qin Yi could see that this Song Jiacheng was not a criminal out of the ordinary.

He killed his sister, but was afraid of the revenge of his sister's ghost.

He was vicious to the relatives around him, but he was afraid that his daughter would be like himself.

Perhaps it was for this reason that he never had children.

The screen lights up again.

Qin Yi smelled a bloody smell.

"Ah...ah-! Don't do this! I won't bother you mother and daughter again! Really really!! Let me go-"

This is a stained... torture chamber?

Empty and cold tiles and washbasin, like a warehouse, the windows are high, like frosted opaque, next to a huge exhaust fan rotating slowly, the light comes out from there and shines on the iron chair .

A fat man covered in blood was tied to the iron chair - it was Song Jiacheng.

He looked at the three women in front of him with horror on his face.

A woman in a plastic apron with a boning knife, and the tattooed girl Qin Yi had ever seen, finally stood the shortest girl, who looked only thirteen or fourteen years old.

The woman said sadly:

"You fucked me... and fucked my daughter... Didn't you expect this day? Ah?"

Then the tattooed girl walked over and took off Song Jiacheng's pants.

"Ah!! Don't!! Don't don't!! I have money!! I'll give you money!! Can I atone for my sin?! I was wrong!! 39

The woman walked over without saying a word.

Then the knife fell.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!"

A bloodstain splattered on the three of them, and they didn't move.

Let Song Jiacheng twist his body and let out a howl like a pig...

The three women suddenly laughed together.

This kind of uniform smile, even the curvature of the corners of the mouth is exactly the same, can not help but make people creepy!

A nightmare is a nightmare!

Even Qin Yi frowned, too bloody.

castrated...

This is also what Song Jiacheng is afraid of.

Song Jiacheng passed out in pain.

The screen is brighter...

Another new nightmare.

Just like that, after a dozen nightmares.

Song Jiacheng woke up again.

He opened his eyes and looked at the countless naked sinners around him, just like him.

The sea breeze is salty and wet.

Looking up, staring at a black sun in the blue sky.

"I'm back to life again... I'm back to life again... Let me die! Let me die, okay!! I beg you!! Hades!~"!

In the nightmare just now, just like a dream, his memory was modified by the dream, and it was incoherent.

But when he was resurrected again and appeared on the platform that saw the hell...

The memories and pain just now will come together like a rising tide!!

The pain keeps adding up!

Song Jiacheng's psychology has completely collapsed. He knelt on the platform, and like many of the punished criminals around him, he kept wailing and kowtowing.

However……

Hell is merciless.

Clang!

Countless sharp knives protrude from the platform again!

Then the platform began to tilt slowly again...

Song Jiacheng was full of tears, helpless, and looked at the tilted world in despair.

"Kill me... I beg you..."

Qin Yi and the others left the eighteenth floor of hell and went to the last stop.

They walked back from Fengdu City and returned to the center of Naihe Bridge.

In front of Meng Po's pub, many people lined up.

Bowl after bowl of Meng Po soup was handed to the ghosts by those kind mother-in-laws.

And what about Tumi...

This white-haired woman in a red wedding dress, the real mother-in-law here...

She no longer had the coquettish firework atmosphere, but looked at every ghost who came over with a straight face and compassion and respect.

A spoonful of soup, holding a steaming porcelain bowl in both hands, raised it above his head, bent over, and handed it to the ghost in front of him.

The ghost looked at a young man, he raised his head and drank, wiped his mouth: "Meng Po...why are you so beautiful?

Tu Mi raised his head and smiled playfully: "Go and throw your womb, and find a beautiful daughter-in-law like me in your next life!"

The young man walked away happily.

Qin Yi and others walked over, and he said: "It's almost done, we are going to the reincarnation center now, goodbye. 35

Tu Mi looked at the crowd and said with a smile, "Would you like a bowl?

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and no one dares to agree.

Qin Yi smiled and said, "This is just an amusement park project! Why, it won't really make you forget anything after drinking it!"

Tu Mi kindly explained: "You are living people, this decoction... can't do much for you, so just forget about it... don't be afraid. 35

It may be that Mother Meng is too beautiful, and it may be that she trusts Qin Yi.

Finally someone walked over and took a bowl of hot Meng Po soup.

It looks very clear, like a bowl of water, not even a little bit of oil, but it smells very fragrant and fragrant!

This person is Zhang Meng.

Zhang Meng picked up the bowl with tears in his eyes: "Even if you say so, but in my heart, I still think there is a one in ten thousand chance that this bowl of Mengpo soup will make me forget everything and start over... this feeling ...that's so scary...

She slowly, sip by sip, finished the soup.

People around her quickly asked her about her taste.

"How about it?"

"What does it taste like? Does it taste good?

"Do you remember who I am now?"

Zhang Meng slowly turned his head: "I don't remember...

Everyone's face changed.

But randomly, she smiled and pushed the man: "I didn't know you at all!! 35

The man smiled and said, "Just frame you, let's see if you will really lose your memory!"

Everyone was relieved.

You have a bowl, I have a bowl, and more than 20 people have gone to taste the Mengpo soup.

After drinking (what they got), they smacked their mouths and exchanged their experiences:

"tasty?"

"The taste... is very strange, the entrance is very bitter, and then it is sweet and a little salty...

"It's a little over the top, and I want to drink for no reason."

Qin Yi came over and patted them: "Let's go, don't delay Madam Meng's work... Let's go to the Reincarnation Institute.""

They followed the main force and walked towards the fork in the road they saw when they came.

Every ghost who drank Meng Po soup went there on their own, leading to an endless dark one-way street.

On the way to Samsara, there is no need to escort them. Every ghost walks over consciously. Qin Yi and the others watched from behind and saw that these ghosts seemed to be walking and scattered.

They were red, with a black background, looking like a handful of small flames, scattered in the night, and then gradually disappeared.

Some people go up, some go down, in any direction.

This scene looks so mysterious and beautiful.