Sure enough, as He Er expected, in the Jixiao Hell, dozens of ghost soldiers held steel forks, and groups of three were carefully checking every evil spirit around them, for fear of missing something. It seems that the other party will not give up until they catch me. "Shangxian, if you ask me, it would be safer for you to walk along the border. I will go back to the main road alone and then take the people waiting for you there." He Er suggested kindly. "But I don't know the road." My road-crazy attitude was once again exposed here. I was so anxious that I scratched my head, but I didn't have any better countermeasures. He Er hesitated for a long time, and finally said: "Just go forward, just walk slowly. In front of you is the small hell of pouring medicine, and further ahead is the small hell of pouring boiling soup on your hands, also called the small hell of dripping on the palms. The most you can do is walk there, and then I will bring someone to find you there. How about that? " "I can beat them anyway. How about you go away and I'll fight with these shameless people?" "I'm tired of running around like a lost dog. "I hate being chased. It feels very bad. "I beg you, don't you think the trouble is not big enough? When you finish your work and leave, He Da and I will continue to stay here. You should treat it as our brothers. For the sake of both of us, don't cause any more trouble, okay?" He Er was afraid that I would become impulsive and go after those ghost soldiers to fight, so he quickly dragged him and his brothers into the water to dispel my crazy thoughts. Having said all this, do I still have a choice? I looked at He Er with wide eyelids, and then nodded helplessly. So, the two of us acted separately. Before we parted, I did not forget to ask He Er to rescue An Ran from the chicken hell, and the other party nodded in agreement. Regardless of what He Er said, I was alone, carefully avoiding the ghosts sent by the superiors to catch me, walking and stopping, dodging those ghosts, and then continued on the road until I left the red land. Entering the black land, I knew I was in a little drug-filled hell. Out of curiosity, and because the gang of ghosts behind me who were chasing me were still in the chicken hell, I quietly moved closer to the central area, intending to take a look at how this little hell punished evil spirits. After walking along the edge zone for more than half an hour, I saw the first punished evil spirit. I saw this evil spirit half-kneeling on the ground, his hands tied to a thick and large wooden stick. One of the two ghost soldiers opened the evil spirit's mouth with a steel fork, and the other made potions that could be seen everywhere on the ground. In the pool, a large ladle of dark liquid came out of the bowl and was forcefully poured into the evil spirit's mouth. What worries me the most is that in those pitted medicine pools, the black liquid is actually bubbling, gurgling~ gurgling I guess the temperature won't be very low, eh, just thinking about it makes my liver tremble! That dark liquid definitely doesn¡¯t look delicious. Otherwise, how could the evil spirit show such a painful expression after being swallowed by the liquid? I lifted my nose and smelled it, and there was a smell of Chinese medicinal soup. I guess I can't get used to this kind of smell. With the philosophy of ¡°if it snows, sweep the snow in front of your door, and don¡¯t worry about the frost on other people¡¯s roofs¡±, I quietly retreated to the path I came from and started heading towards the next little hell. The road was not easy to walk, and walking alone was a bit lonely after all, so I walked for a while, then moved closer to the small hell, to watch the ghost soldiers punish the evil spirits, and then returned to the border with my neck hunched. Keep on your way. Just when I left this black land and stepped into a green land, there was an evil spirit running towards me, crying and screaming, followed by two ghost soldiers holding steel forks in their hands. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? His hands were already ulcerated, and the white bones were exposed on his palms. He was running and crying, while the two ghost soldiers behind him were chasing after him. I don¡¯t know what this evil spirit is thinking. Do I really look kind? I saw this evil spirit running, slithering down and hiding directly behind me, and kept pleading: "Please, please save me, please save me!" "Who dares to protect evil spirits? Soul?" Two ghost soldiers rushed to me one after another, pointing their steel forks directly at my nose and asked. "If I say that I am Shang Xian'er, I guess the other party will never believe it, and it will even expose my current location. But if I don't explain anything, can the other party spare me?" While hesitating, I saw the token on my waist, so I reached out and pulled it out, holding it high for the two ghost soldiers opposite to see, "I have been ordered to come to hell for business, and no one can stop me. "Actually, I was just making nonsense, but I didn't expect that after the two ghost soldiers saw the token, they put down the steel forks in their hands and replied respectfully: "I don't know if the immortal is coming, but this evil spirit is far away. I didn¡¯t care about my integrity and did something that violated ethics and morals during my lifetime, and I hope the immortal will see it clearly.¡± ???Oh? tell me the story! "I've been walking alone for a long time. I'm so bored that I almost turned around and went to have a fight with the ghost soldiers chasing me to relieve the depression in my heart. At this moment, I encountered an evil spirit that violated ethics and morals. Just let these two ghosts talk about it to relieve my boredom. It is still very cold in Beijing in February, as if winter will never end. Pedestrians wrap themselves in thick coats and rush on the road. There is no one. Notice that Zhao Na is standing alone on the street, looking at the motor vehicles rushing on the road with confusion. If she were in a rural area of ??a third-tier city, there would be kind-hearted neighbors who would stop and ask who this girl is. What's wrong? Standing in the drizzle on a cold day, don't think about it, and look back to commit suicide. But in a city like Beijing where people are as calm as water, people don't even bother to take a look, because everyone is there. She is very busy, busy with work, busy with making money, busy with her own dreams, busy with things that she thinks are very reliable. At this moment, Zhao Na is squatting on the street not far from Beijing Film Studio, smoking, and can¡¯t get through for a long time! She was holding her cell phone, letting the cold wind mixed with the winter rain hit her beautiful face, her expression full of despair. The colorful neon lights around her reflected on her thin and pale cheeks, sometimes dim, sometimes deep. Sometimes bright, sometimes elusive. The only thing that remains unchanged is her quiet and infatuated eyes. In the cold drizzle, in the bustling city, under the feasting and feasting, in the glitz and shadows of the city, there is such a beauty. A rare purity in the city. The number of cigarette butts on the roadside is gradually increasing as time goes by. Zhao Na still stubbornly dials the same number repeatedly, because it is her last glimmer of hope, and she has paid for it. All hope. Finally, the voice she was expecting came from the other side of the phone, but just a few minutes later, the voice changed to a blind tone. Zhao Na smiled bitterly and hugged her already soaked pussy. With long hair, he jumped towards the car that was speeding on the road and ended his short life. To be continued.