Repugnant Gateway

Ding Shengxia felt like he was going crazy, the voice echoed in his mind, and he felt fear in his every pore.

Nineteen demons?

What is Nineteen Demons?

He lowered his head to look at the pages of the book. The greasy face gradually changed, and a vague figure appeared on the page: "Come in."

The figure stretched out his hand, and his hand actually came out of the page to grab Ding Shengxia's collar, and then dragged Ding Shengxia into the page.

The young woman at the corner of the stairs frowned slightly, looked sideways, and found Ding Shengxia looked down at a book in her hand, and she was motionless. Although she felt that Ding Shengxia's breath was a bit confusing, she just thought that Ding Shengxia hadn't calmed her mind yet, so she didn't care and took back her eyes.

Ding Shengxia felt that he was dragged by that hand and flew out far and wide, letting the Buddha leave the world. Surrounded by stray light, his eyes were extremely uncomfortable. Then he felt he fell heavily on the ground, and when he raised his head, he saw a high mountain in front of him. The trees are sparse and there are few wild grasses. The gray-black rocks are the main color here, as thick as metal.

There seems to be a statue in the highest part of the mountain, which looks like a wolf with spread wings.

In front of him was a cave. On the sides of the entrance were two thick stone pillars, which were encircled by two people. The stone pillars were carved with the kind of wolf with two wings. It seems that these wolves are very large, in addition to their normal eyes, there is a vertical eye on the forehead.

The cave door was open, there were two black gates, the gate on the left was carved with twoteen characters, and on the right was the word Dongtian.

Nineteen holes?

Ding Shengxia felt like he was dreaming, and all this seemed so unreal.

But there was another strong curiosity driving him. He involuntarily walked forward and walked in through the two open doors.

There are black stone walls on both sides. There are many murals on the stone walls, but they are colorful. Ding Shengxia's attention is whether there will be something terrible in the depths of the cave, so I don't care what the murals on the stone wall are. He just glanced hastily, vaguely felt that the mural should describe a war. Some people have wars and contradictions. Now the 16 countries are fighting every day of the year, so Ding Shengxia is not interested in wars.

He walked forward cautiously, and after walking for about a hundred meters, a deep ditch appeared in front of him, and it was bottomless. There is a stone bridge over the ditch, which is not very long, about ten meters. But when Ding Shengxia walked up the stone bridge, he discovered that the stone bridge was not piled up, but was carved out of a huge piece of rock ... What kind of ghost work is that?

Walking across the stone bridge, he saw the sea of ​​flowers.

The deep ditch was ten meters wide, but when he was on the side of the stone bridge, he could not see the opposite side, and a mist lay across the deep ditch. After passing through the fog and walking across the stone bridge, it suddenly became bright. I thought it was still a part of the stone cave, but after coming here, I realized that it was actually a wilderness.

There are flowers everywhere, exactly the same flowers, there is no second variety, they are all red, and the flowers are like lanterns made of velvet. The flowers have few leaves, but the stems are very long. Each plant has only one flower, and the height is almost the same. So looking away in the distance, I feel that it is not a sea of ​​flowers at all, but a sea of ​​blood.

Ding Shengxia gave birth to the idea of ​​retreat at this moment, he began to regret coming in. However, he turned back and found that the stone bridge was gone. He quickly walked to the edge of the deep ditch and found that all the magma was boiling below. Ding Shengxia was overwhelmed and immediately swept in the direction he had been. The layer of mist floating above the deep ditch turned the Buddha into a copper wall and iron wall. Ding Shengxia's head hit the wall heavily, then fell back to the ground.

His face was pale, and he felt like he was in hell.

"It's already here, you haven't looked back."

The sound came from the depths of Huahai, and Ding Shengxia walked hard in the direction where the sound appeared.

There is no way in the sea of ​​flowers. When he walked forward, the flowers flashed open automatically. After he passed, the flowers returned to their original positions.

Ding Shengxia felt that he had walked for so long a year, but when he looked back, he could still see the reappearing Shiqiao. It was just that the mist became more erratic, and there seemed to be a cloud of white ghosts fluttering back and forth.

For a moment, Ding Shengxia's head buzzed, and cold sweat on his back instantly wet his clothes.

That is not a fog at all, it is the soul of the dead. One soul after another gathered on the deep ditch, forming a mist.

Ding Shengxia's teeth were shaking, and the whole person seemed to have fallen into the ice cave, and the blood was almost frozen. Fear, from small to big, he has never been so afraid. He worried that if he took another step, he would become one of the souls of death in the mist.

But Huahai soon came to an end, and a black castle appeared in front. It seems that it can be tens of meters high, and the solitary one is more like an abandoned tower.

The gate of the castle was open, and three characters were carved on the gate ... Nineteen statues.

Ding Shengxia walked to the door with trembling legs, then leaned his head in and looked at it. Inside is a street that is not large, and it is deserted. Dilapidated houses, city bricks falling on the ground, withered trees, and a black crow on the trees. The crow's eyes were blood red and blood red, and he stared coldly at him.

A middle-aged man wearing a white Confucian shirt stood under the dry tree, facing Ding Shengxia. He didn't look unreasonable at all, and that face even had an elegant beauty. There was no slight danger in this person's body, which slightly relieved the fear in Ding Shengxia's heart.

The middle-aged man holds a book in his hand and seems to have read most of it.

The crow flew down from the dead tree and landed on the shoulder of the middle-aged man, still staring at Ding Shengxia coldly.

"Don't be afraid, come and sit."

The middle-aged man waved toward Ding Shengxia, and then a table and chairs appeared in front of him out of thin air. Not made of wood or stone, but made of bones. The stools were built with bones one by one, while the tables were glued together with skulls one by one. There are exquisite jade jugs and glasses on the table, which are so harmonious with the color of bones. The middle-aged man in white and the crow on his shoulders are in stark contrast.

Black castle, black dead tree, but there are bones.

The middle-aged man sat down first, then pointed to the stool in front of him: "Since it's already here, what are you afraid of?"

Ding Shengxia walked tremblingly, first leaned over to bow with humility, and then dared to sit down on the bone stool. At that moment, he let the Buddha feel that there were countless bones and hands grabbing him under the buttocks.

"It's very secret here, and the woman in the bookstore outside won't notice it. Her strength is not bad, but it's far from being able to perceive my existence."

The middle-aged man put the book down and looked at Ding Shengxia and smiled. His smile was kind and kind, and there was even a warmth in his eyes.

"Why ... bring me here? Where is this? Who are you?"

Ding Shengxia asked nervously.

The middle-aged man's smile made him feel more solid, it was an irresistible magic. Especially the middle-aged man's eyes turned out to have a glorious glory.

"Because of you and me."

The middle-aged man smiled and said: "You left the blood lead in that book, and the blood lead brought you here. This is the nineteenth heaven of the Fallen Demon Realm. I am the master here, the nineteen demons. You do n’t seem to understand the devil. But one thing you do n’t know is that the devil always lives with you. Those ordinary people on the street who seem to be ordinary may be a member of the devil. "

He glanced at Ding Shengxia and continued: "I said you and I are destined because I feel the hate in your heart. But all hate is destined to me."

He looked at Ding Shengxia's eyes: "Tell me, what is the name of the person you hate?"

Ding Shengxia bit his lip and replied, "An Zheng!"

The middle-aged man smiled: "A person who is stronger than you, who presses you everywhere, can tear up your self-esteem anytime, anywhere?"

Ding Shengxia hesitated, and finally nodded heavily.

The middle-aged man said softly: "I hate such a person the most. Why should he be better than you? If it is because of talent, why is it inferior to him? If it is because of heritage, why is it inferior to him? But actually, no Why is it true only if you lose? "

Ding Shengxia shouted loudly: "I must smash him to pieces."

The middle-aged man slowly shook his head: "The devil never swears, because it makes more sense to do it directly than to swear. If you are willing to worship me as a teacher, I can make you stronger, and casually treat the person you hate Step on his feet and make him irreversible. Do n’t doubt my ability, have you seen the dead souls in the gully? "

Ding Shengxia nodded.

The middle-aged man said: "Those are people who once thought they could despise me. If there is one, I will kill one. There is no need for a man to leave his opponent alive. False compassion is what Zen talents do. I do n’t remember how many people died in my hands. It ’s because of the bones under my hands that made me a person who can despise others. "

He raised his finger and pointed at Ding Shengxia: "Don't you want to be such a person?"

Ding Shengxia hesitated: "I don't want to kill innocent people, I just want to kill Anzheng."

The middle-aged man laughed: "Where is there any innocence and innocence in this world, as long as the people who stand in front of you are all dead and innocent. Their original sin is to block the road. Everyone who blocks the road must die. What you said The person named An Zheng is the one who is standing in front of you. Don't you realize that he has destroyed your state of mind? You become unconfident, confused about the future, and feel like a loser, don't you? "

Ding Shengxia nodded: "Yes."

The middle-aged man said, "Kneel down and bow down to me, I will accept you as a disciple. Starting today, you are the only disciple of the nineteen deities of the fallen demon world."

Ding Shengxia was still hesitating, but his inner hatred gradually made him lose his mind. He stood up and then knelt down with a thump: "Please be respectful of Master to make me stronger!"

The middle-aged man laughed loudly, and when he grinned, his bright red tongue seemed to be a flurry of viper.

"I can give you strength and a kind of strength that you can't imagine. But although you are already my disciple, I can't give you strength for no reason. A contract is needed between you and me."

Ding Shengxia asked: "What contract?"

The middle-aged man asked: "Do you want to die or not?"

Ding Shengxia nodded: "Think!"

The middle-aged man stood up, walked over to Ding Shengxia and said, "Then give me your heart, and I will save your heart. As long as I don't die, you won't die. And this world can kill I have very few people, so as long as I live forever, you will live forever. "

Ding Shengxia was terrified and backed away: "Heart ... how can the heart give it to you casually, and I will die if I give you ... Master ... Master, don't joke."

The middle-aged man still smiles so gently: "How can I make a joke with my love?"

He suddenly stretched out his hand and pierced into Ding Shengxia's heart with a puff, and then took out the heart that was still beating. He casually broke a bone from the white bone stool and stuffed it into Ding Shengxia's heart, and put the heart into his cuff: "I gave you the immortal body, and then I will be repaired by my nineteen deity. For the merits. The fallen demon world will definitely come back. "

Suddenly a bright red flower bloomed on the black dead tree. Compared with the dead tree, so weird.

Ding Shengxia yelled, and when he opened his eyes, he found himself still in the library.

He touched the location of his heart in horror and found no wounds. Then he found a small scroll in his hand. He put away the scroll with a pale complexion and walked away quickly.

The young woman reading at the stairs saw Ding Shengxia hurried away, and then lowered her head to read. A moment later, she raised her head again, and there was doubt between her eyebrows: "Why can't you feel his heartbeat?"