Chapter 35 Chapter 34 Sunshine Pot

Langma opened her eyes drowsily, and the surroundings were pitch black. He moved weakly, feeling himself in a hard bag. At this time, there was a sound of footsteps, and then he heard a rough male voice saying, "Is this corpse Langma?" Another hoarse male voice said, "It's him." Langma suddenly thought that he was already dead and was sent to the crematorium!He twisted his body and shouted, "I'm still alive!" The two people outside didn't seem to be able to hear them, so the thick male voice said, "Is Bao Qingtian here?" He said hoarsely, "Not yet."

Langma stopped twisting and was dumbfounded, Bao Qingtian?Bao Qingtian who judges yang by day and yin by night?What dynasty is this?What is this place? The thick male voice said, "What crime was he convicted of?" He said in a hoarse voice, "It's a criminal offense." The thick male voice said: "Then which level of hell should I go to?" He said in a hoarse voice, "Let's put him here first, and wait for Bao Qingtian to come." The thick male voice said, "Okay." After the two finished speaking, they left together. Langma's whole body is limp, this is hell!

After a person dies, if he goes to hell, he must be conscious. Otherwise, how can he suffer?Every person who opens his eyes in hell must think that he is still alive at the first feeling. In fact, he has become another form of existence. Only then did Langma realize that everything was predestined. Wan Sui'er had told him a long time ago that someone had told her that on August 22, his life expectancy would come to an end... And that hell disc, it's not fake, hell does exist! At this moment, he is far away from the beautiful world, from the private university in Acropolis, from his Wan Sui'er, from his mother, from his Violet Community, from his Poussin car... up.No, they are two completely different worlds in time and space, and he can never go back.

He kicked his legs vigorously in the dark, hoping to break free from the bag and look around, but the bag was so strong that he couldn't push it open at all. At present, his only hope is that "Bao Qingtian". If he is really the judge who turned into Bao Zheng after his death, then Langma will seek justice from him.It's not fair to him to be implicated for whatever reason. However, since he was sent to hell, it means that his condition conforms to certain provisions of hell, and there is basically no hope of returning to the mortal realm... Suddenly, Lang Ma touched something with his hand, touched it, and found that the sunshine jar was in his pocket, the sunshine jar that Wan Sui'er gave him!

He thought, Wan Sui'er must have put the sunshine jar in his pocket when he was sent to the crematorium after his death, and cremated it together as a funeral object, so the sunshine jar followed him Came to hell together. What a precious jar of sunshine in this dark underground world! Langma's tears trickled down. someone is coming. Langma held back her tears and listened with all ears. He won't lie here for long, it's just a "detention center", he will be tried soon, and then sent to a certain level of hell.It is said that the torment in hell is based on a unit of 100 million years. At this time, the terrified Lang Ma just wanted to die, just like before, and sleep forever.Still, that sense of no feeling is already delusional.

Those feet stopped in front of Langma, and then, a hand gently opened the zipper on the bag, a beam of dim light came in, Langma blinked her wet eyes vigorously, and her whole body trembled in fright—— He saw an eight or nine-year-old girl squatting in front of Langma, her face was as white as paper, her hair was thin and almost gray.Not far away, a cluster of will-o'-the-wisps was lit, flickering and jumping, exuding a strange smell of burnt hair. Undoubtedly, this is a little devil. She stared at Langma. Langma stared at her blankly, not daring to speak. After a long time, he asked in a low voice, "Is this...hell?"

The little girl nodded seriously, and then said: "The ghosts will take you away in a while, and go to another place. It will hurt there." Langma was terrified. He regarded the little girl in front of him as his only support, and said in a trembling voice, "What should I do?" The little girl thought for a while and said, "Come with me." Langma couldn't think about it, and sat up with difficulty: "Where are you going?" The little girl stretched out her cold little hand and grabbed Langma's big hand: "Shut up..." Langma stood up and glanced around. This place could not be called a house, it was like a round cave with uneven walls, black in color, and still seeping water.Langma felt extremely moist when he breathed, it was air with weight.

The little girl dragged Langma and walked towards a darker place with ease.They wandered back and forth, walking for an unknown distance, and finally entered a decent house, but the shelf was very low, half as high as a human living room. There is a small bed in the house, and on the head of the bed is a statue of a monster. Its face is densely covered with eyes, nose, and mouth, so no expression can be seen.Its hair is black, exactly like human hair.Next to it is a small table of tree stumps showing ancient growth rings.To Langma's surprise, there was a green round lampshade on the small table, emitting a faint light, like an electric lamp.Are there electric lights in hell? ——It would be unreasonable to use electric lamps in the sun and only oil lamps in the underworld.

Opposite the small bed is a small cabinet with an ugly Asura painted on the door.In Sanskrit, Shura means "correctness", and A is a negative article, which means "improper" when combined together.Asura is also a god and a ghost, and belongs to a certain kind of spirit, so he cannot be called a "righteous god", but can only be called an "evil god". After the little girl entered the room, she got under the small bed, and with great effort opened a wooden board, revealing a dark space underneath, like a cellar. The little girl said: "You hide there, they won't find you. "

Langma said, "Why did you help me?" The little girl looked at Langma's face and smiled: "Because you are good-looking." These words made Langma's heart suddenly feel warm. Then, the little girl said: "I'm so lonely here, no one plays with me. Every time someone is caught in, I have to see their faces. I know they have committed a lot of crimes, but I still hope that I can get out of here." Find one of them to be a friend..." Langma suddenly asked, "How did you get here?" "I've been here all the time," said the little girl.

Langma said, "Are you... a ghost?" The little girl nodded: "Of course." Langma said, "What about me?" Little girl: "You are human. By the way, now you are a ghost here." Langma was a little confused: "Who is your mother?" The little girl said: "I don't have a mother, only a father, and his name is Bao Qingtian." It turns out that the little girl's father is the judge of this hell! There are too many things that Langma doesn't understand. After thinking about it, he said again: "Do you know that there is a thing in this world called... the sun?" The little girl looked around and said, "This is the world." Langma said, "I'm talking about the human world." The little girl said: "Oh, I've heard of the world, but I've never been there. My father said, if you want to go to heaven, you have to pass there." Langma said: "The sun is a star in the universe, which radiates immense light and illuminates the earth where human beings live." Then, he took out the sunlight jar from his pocket: "This thing is called a sunshine jar, put it in Under the sun, it can store the sunlight, and it will shine in a dark place. I brought this from the world, and I will give it to you.” As he spoke, he turned on the switch of the sunlight tank.He wasn't sure if this thing would light up after being cremated, but he didn't expect it to really light up, casting a rosy color on the little girl's pale face. The little girl took it and looked very happy: "I like it so much! Thank you!" Langma said, "What's your name?" The little girl said, "Little Ling. What about you?" Langma said: "My name is Langma. Can you write?" The little girl said: "Yes. Every night when my father comes back, he will teach me how to write." As she said that, the little girl opened the small cabinet, which contained many books.Langma flipped through the pages, and they were all about punishment, so she couldn't help asking: "Your father only taught you this knowledge?" "I don't like it," said the little girl. Then, she closed the sun pot carefully, stuffed it under the pillow, and said, "Go down quickly, if they find you missing, they will definitely look for you everywhere." Langma thought of those two terrifying male voices, and her heart tightened. She immediately got under the small bed, and tentatively crawled into the "cellar".The space inside is square and square, but it is too small, it can barely accommodate his body. The little girl covered the board with great effort, and the light from outside squeezed in through the gap. Langma said loudly, "What is this place for?" The little girl said outside: "I dug it, hehe." Langma was surprised: "Did you dig it?" The little girl said: "I have been digging since I was 5 years old. When my father is away, I have nothing to do, so I dig with a shovel." Langma said, "What are you digging for?" The little girl thought for a while and said, "This world only has eighteen floors, and I want to make it... bigger." At this moment, a woman's voice came from outside: "Xiao Ling, who are you talking to?"