Spring passes and autumn comes, time flies.

Yunmiao has been in the "Eighteen Levels of Hell" for five years. Originally a green child, he turned into a strong young man.

Yun Miao, who had just finished a cross-country run with a twenty-pound load, was sitting on the ground panting when he saw a pair of black combat boots appearing in front of him. Yun Miao looked up and quickly stood up to salute.

"Judge."

The man whom Yun Miao called the judge nodded.

"follow me."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Yun Miao hurriedly followed.

At the entrance of a cave, the "Judge" stopped. Two soldiers on guard opened the iron gate. Then the "Judge" walked in. Yun Miao followed closely behind. The soldiers at the entrance of the cave closed the iron gate again.

There are two black characters above the hole.

hell.

The "Judge" pressed the number -7. The elevator slowly descended and finally stopped on the -7 floor.

As soon as the gate opened, "Judge" walked out of the elevator first, followed closely by Yun Miao.

The eighteen levels of hell are arranged according to the length of time of suffering and the severity of the punishment. Each hell is twenty times more painful and twice as long as the previous hell. The residence is light, the residence is empty, the residence is mulberry, and the building is

, Fangzhu, Caowu Beici, Dulu Nandan, Bulu Banhu, Wujingdu, Niludu, Wulue, Wuman, Wujie, Wuhu, Xujianju, Moduganzhihu, District

Tongtu, Chen Mo. The "levels" of the Eighteen Hells do not refer to the upper and lower levels of space, but are different in time and criminal law, especially above time.

It was only after Yun Miao came that he realized that the eighteen levels of hell here did not refer to the first to eighteenth levels of hell, but were described in terms of time, degree of suffering, and area size.

Moreover, it is incorrect to use the term "eighteen levels of hell" to describe the endless hell. The latter is the hell that will never be reincarnated. The duration of suffering in the eighteen levels of hell is extremely long. Calculated in days, it is a terrifying number. It may be half a day, or maybe

One day. Or seven thousand three hundred days. In other words, here, it can only be twenty years at most.

In other words, the longer Yunmiao endures here, the longer you live. Only the dead can leave here because they need to be reincarnated.

Of course, if you can really endure here for twenty years without having to reincarnate, then congratulations, you are really liberated.

The "Judge" came to a cave entrance engraved with "Knife Mountain" above and stopped. He turned around and motioned for Yun Miao to go in alone.

Yun Miao already understands these things, because he has been through this at every level.

The "judges" on each floor here are actually the instructors of this floor. Of course, they are also the top leaders of this floor. The eighteen judges are not subordinate to each other. Yun Miao also knows that the man who went to pick him up five years ago

A person’s codename.

Black and impermanent.

Yun Miao gave the "judge" waiting for her in front a smile and stepped in resolutely.

A new test is waiting for him. And he doesn't know how long it will take here. He only knows that in this "hell", every minute and every second is a kind of torture.

"Report to the judge, the kid came to "Knife Mountain" to report."

————————

A black domestic car was running on the highway to Luhai. The driver was a young man in his twenties or fives.

He needs to rush to Luhai around five o'clock in the afternoon to watch the Night Wish Band's concert at six o'clock.

He raised his hand and looked at the military-style watch on his right hand. It was almost one o'clock in the afternoon. Until now, in order to rush for time, he had not even eaten lunch.

The car just entered Sujiang Province.

"I don't know if it will be too late."

The young man muttered to himself. But the foot controlling the accelerator stepped down again, and the car accelerated again, ignoring the speed limit sign on the highway. Finally, it arrived in Luhai city at nearly five o'clock.

The young man drove and first found a small restaurant to have a meal.

The fried pancakes at this restaurant are very popular among young people, and the steamed buns are also good.

"Auntie, business is so good, why are you working alone and why don't you ask anyone for help?"

The young man raised his head and asked the owner of the small shop who served him Xiaolongbao.

The owner of this small shop looks to be about sixty years old, and his face does not look shrewd like a Luhai person at all. Instead, the wrinkles on his face and the sense of vicissitudes of life give him a very honest look.

Auntie wiped her wrinkled hands on her apron and said with a smile:

"I will close this store at the end of this month, so I have been very busy for the past few days."

The aunt showed a happy smile and said again:

"My daughter has urged me many times to go to the capital to accompany her, but she is really stubborn. The remaining days are just to say goodbye to my old customers."

After saying that, the aunt smiled at the young man, turned around and went to work.

The young man also smiled. He wanted to see the happiness of people in the world. At least, this showed that all their sacrifices were worth it.

He hoped that when people like him were sinking and struggling in hell, they could just look up and see the warmth and happiness in the world.

This is very good.

The young man finished his meal, paid the bill, and drove to Huanghai Stadium in Luhai.

This stadium was built to host world-class sports events. It has been three years now. It still looks like a brand new stadium.

After parking the car, the young man took out his phone, found a set of numbers and dialed them.

"I'm here. Wait for me at the ticket gate at A1."

After saying that, he hung up the phone, picked up the sunglasses hanging on the rearview mirror of the car and got out of the car.

When we arrived at the A1 ticket counter, it was already crowded with people.

The young man wore sunglasses and sat on the side of the road, looking left and right, at the long line of people queuing at the ticket gate.

When someone with long legs passed by him, he pulled down his sunglasses in order to see clearly. Just when he was looking at it with gusto, a ticket appeared in front of him.

The young man tilted his head and glanced at each other, then reached out and took the ticket.

"King Guang, who is responsible for the records of life and death in the human world, is really free and has time to come to the concert."

The young man squatting on the road simply ignored the other person's words, as if he didn't hear them. He stood up, patted his butt and walked away.

The visitor looked at the young man walking away and couldn't help but squint his eyes. His bright eyes were filled with coldness.

"Give me a bottle of wine and a cigarette. Let's go. I have plenty of time..."

The young man hummed a song, wore sunglasses, and swung his buttocks as he walked, looking like a complete gangster.

"I'm still young."

The young man couldn't help but sigh for no reason.

The ticket checking started very early, and when the young people came, although there were still many people queuing, it was almost over.

The young man took his ticket and went to his seat according to the seat number on it. The seat was the same as what he requested. It was in the lower left corner of the first row of the stage. All the people would pass by here when they went on stage.

play

Before the concert started, there was some noise in the stadium. The stadium, which can accommodate nearly 80,000 people, was already packed. You can imagine what kind of noise it was.

The young man acted as if he hadn't heard anything. He wore sunglasses and closed his eyes as if he was asleep. He seemed to have closed his screen to all interference from the outside world.

The band's manager, Yang Wei, got his wish last summer and married the girl he had been chasing for more than ten years. She was Zheng Zixuan, one of the band members.

In the last ten minutes of the concert, Yang Wei checked backstage again. Seeing that the band members were basically ready, he breathed a sigh of relief. He went to the front stage again to confirm the placement of the instruments.

Yang Wei stood at the exit on the left, using the curtain next to him to block it, and observed the placement of the instruments one by one.

After the final confirmation, when he was about to leave, his eyes habitually glanced at the audience.

Yang Wei retracted his stepping legs involuntarily. He stared at an audience member in the dark in front of him without blinking. If you didn't pay attention, you might not be able to see his presence. If it weren't for that familiar feeling, Yang Wei would

At that time, I may have walked backstage to inform the members that they were ready to go on stage.

After calming down for a while, Yang Wei slowly retreated to the aisle, preparing to step off the stage to confirm again at close range. He was afraid that he would be dazzled by the mistake.

At this moment, the lights of the entire stadium dimmed, using the ceiling to shine in the sunlight.

Yang Wei knew that the concert was about to start, and the band members had already appeared at the other end of the aisle.

Yang Wei smiled reluctantly and shouted to the band members to cheer up.

Zheng Zixuan stood in front of her husband wearing her unique mask.

"What's wrong with you? Why do you look so distracted?"

Upon hearing his wife's question, Yang Wei smiled and shook his head.

"It's okay. I have hemorrhoids and it hurts a little."

The girls nearby felt a chill when they heard such a disgusting topic.

Hyacinth said "That's disgusting" and waved to Zheng Zixuan to come on stage quickly.

"I'll go on stage first, please pay attention."

After saying that, Zheng Zixuan followed the team members onto the stage.
To be continued...