An Qingyu frowned and looked in the direction they came from.
A faint rustling sound came from behind the deep, lightless cracks in the ground, as if something was slowly approaching here.
Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes, put his hand on An Qingyu's shoulder, and at the same time pulled out the [Zhanbai] from the waist half an inch with the other hand. A faint light flickered, and the two of them instantly escaped into the void.
middle.
In the void world intertwined with black and white, Lin Qiye pulled An Qingyu and escaped into the inside of the mountain rock wall. The two of them held their breath and stared at the dim road behind them without saying a word.
Rustling——
After a moment, a dark figure staggered closer.
Through the faint red light, they could clearly see that it was a skinny man. His upper body was bare, and his ribs clearly protruded on the outside of his pale skin, like a wrapped skeleton. His lower body was wearing a tattered trousers.
The black pants are crawling slowly on all fours like a dog at this moment.
His eyes were empty, as if he had no consciousness at all. He was crawling on his hands and feet, with his cracked mouth open, as if he was mumbling something.
In the void, An Qingyu gave Lin Qiye a look, lowered his voice and asked:
"Is it a resentful spirit?"
Lin Qiye nodded slightly.
Hell is a place used to torture some human souls who committed crimes during their lifetime. When hell still existed, countless human souls were imprisoned here. Now that hell is empty and there are no more demons, there should be many after the war between gods.
The resentful soul survives and wanders in hell.
The scrawny man in front of me has no actual body, but is just a soul that has been wandering in hell for an unknown length of time.
At this moment, the empty gaze of the man who was gradually approaching suddenly focused on a certain part of the mountain rock wall. His skinny dog-like body shook, and then he jumped up like crazy and ran in that direction.
The direction he was heading happened to be near Lin Qiye and the two who had escaped into the void. Seeing the resentful soul rushing towards him like crazy, Lin Qiye subconsciously clenched the [Zhan Bai] in his hand, and his eyes burst out with murderous intent!
But before Lin Qiye left the void and dealt a fatal blow to the resentful soul, the man suddenly threw himself to the ground, holding a dove egg-sized stone in the corner of the rock wall with both hands, his face full of excitement and madness.
It was only at this moment, at such a close distance, that Lin Qiye could clearly hear the words in his mouth:
"Gold...yes gold! So much gold...so big gold!"
At this moment, the man raised his head and opened his mouth, holding the huge stone in both hands, crazily stuffing it into his mouth.
The stone was so big that it completely opened his cracked mouth. Blood flowed down the corners of his mouth and dripped on his rugged upper body. The sharp edge of the stone sliced open his lips, tearing apart the flesh and blood in shocking ways.
The wound, but even so, the man still crazily stuffed it into his mouth as if he didn't know the pain.
Witnessing such a weird and bloody scene, An Qingyu and Lin Qiye in the void frowned at the same time, feeling a chill in their hearts.
After the man successfully stuffed the stone into his mouth, he raised his neck desperately, as if he wanted to swallow it, but the stone just got stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down, and his ferocious face finally emerged.
The color of pain.
He just knelt there like a dog, his fingers frantically drawing blood marks on the surface of his neck. He struggled for a long time, and finally fell to the ground, motionless as if dead.
Just when An Qingyu thought everything was over and was about to say something, Lin Qiye gave him a look and shook his head.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Suddenly, the "corpse" of the man on the ground stood up stiffly, still on all fours, looking around with empty eyes. Both the blood at the corner of his mouth and the stone stuck in his throat had disappeared, as if they had never appeared.
More than average.
"Gold...where is the gold...I want big gold..."
While muttering to himself, he dragged his skinny body forward little by little along the cracks in the mountain, gradually disappearing from the sight of Lin Qiye and the others.
When he was completely gone, a ripple in the void appeared. Lin Qiye and An Qingyu walked out one after another, looking at the man's leaving figure and falling into deep thought.
"The resentful souls of hell are really terrifying..." An Qingyu recalled the scene just now and couldn't help but say.
"That should be the punishment and torture imposed by the demons in hell when his soul was dragged into hell." Lin Qiye said thoughtfully,
"He mistook the stones for gold and searched frantically driven by greed, but he ignored the relatively small 'gold' and always focused on the overly large 'gold', so every time he would be disappointed because of his
The greed exceeds the limit that he can bear, and he is tortured to death... After death, he will be resurrected, restart the next round of search, and sink into eternal pain.
His original sin during his lifetime should have been greed."
"So his soul has been choked to death by rocks again and again for countless years?" An Qingyu shook his head, "What a vicious method."
"Now is not the time to care about these resentful souls." Lin Qiye glanced at the depths of hell and frowned, "Although I don't know why the exploration ship sailed into the deepest part of hell, Brother Drag fell into it alone and was injured.
Jiang Er has also lost contact...the longer the delay, the more critical the situation becomes."
An Qingyu nodded solemnly, and the two of them quickly ran forward along the cracks in the mountain.
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Hell, the deepest part.
Towering black peaks stretched under the crimson sky. In the corner of one of the peaks, a figure covered in blood was holding on to the wall, staggering and hiding in a secret cave.
Shen Qingzhu waved his hand and dispersed the air barrier that was used to block the ashes. He leaned down to the gap in the cave and looked at the dense demonic figures hovering above the mountain. His face became increasingly ugly.
He held up this air barrier partly because the flying ashes were too dense, blocking his view of escape.
On the other hand, it was because after he first touched the ashes, he felt itchy in his palms, which made him suspect that there were toxins in the ashes.
Shen Qingzhu covered the wound on his waist and abdomen and sat down with his back against the mountain wall, his face extremely pale.
"What the hell..." Shen Qingzhu cursed in a low voice.
He took out a cigarette from his arms, held it in his mouth and was about to light it. He glanced at the demons whirling outside, sighed helplessly, and put the cigarette back.
His palm covering the wound on his waist and abdomen was slightly loosened, and blood gurgled out. A ferocious wound almost penetrated his entire waist, like the mark of a bite from some giant beast. Under the severe pain, Shen Qingzhu
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
With his current amount of bleeding, I'm afraid he will bleed to death in a short time.