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Volume One: The First Appearance of Super Powers Chapter 82: Netherworld

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    Almost everyone has had the same dream, which is the feeling of falling to the ground in the dark.  It was pitch black all around. I didn't know where I was, what was around me, and I couldn't see if there were sharp spikes below me. I expected that there would be a huge lake at the bottom of the cliff.  Every minute and every second is anticipation and waiting.  I don¡¯t know what will happen next second, I don¡¯t know if I will die.  Rengar's eyes were completely dark and he couldn't see anything. He could only hear the wind blowing crazily and felt his body falling towards the ground.  In fact, Rengar had already made preparations when he jumped down. For example, when he jumped down, he was very close to the cliff. If there was a raised place, Rengar would fall on it.  Moreover, when Rengar jumped down, he turned around in the air, trying to catch the wall immediately, but unfortunately, it was useless.  The moment it fell, Rengar seemed to have entered a pitch-black void.  There is no sunlight or objects around, just falling and falling again and again.  At the beginning, Rengar was able to maintain a vigilant mentality, and then maintained a cushioned movement when falling from a high place. However, as time passed, Rengar unknowingly relaxed.  It¡¯s not that Rengar doesn¡¯t want to live anymore, it¡¯s that he is really desperate.  Roughly counting his heartbeat, Rengar knew that he had been falling for several hours.  The wind in my ears did not become more rapid due to the time of falling, and I never encountered anything.  But after it fell for so long, it was just a grain of dust, not to mention the ground.  It can make Rengar die a violent death!  The falling speed is getting faster and faster, and as the speed gets faster and faster, the force generated becomes more and more powerful.  After such a long time, even if there was lake water, Rengar would be dead!  And just when Rengar was thinking this, a glimmer of light finally appeared in front of his eyes.  In the dark abyss, a circular light flickered in the darkness.  It's a lake.  Looking towards the lake from a high place, Rengar could see fish swimming continuously in the lake, and the lake was eerily quiet.  above the lake.  There is a blood moon floating quietly in the center of the lake, extremely quiet.  Death is not terrible, what is terrible is waiting for the moment of death!  Rengar's body suddenly curled up.  Keep your eyes fixed on the lake in front of you!  Although there is only a glimmer of hope.  But Rengar wants to live!  Without any sound, Rengar fell into the lake.  The water droplets penetrated Rengar's ears and nose into his brain. There was no sharp pain as expected, only endless softness, like a mother's touch.  Subconsciously, Rengar relaxed and stopped struggling  The moment Rengar relaxed, countless scenes appeared in front of Rengar's eyes like a movie.  This is not a review of the legendary life before death, but countless scenes that have never been heard of or even seen!  ??In total darkness.  More than ten peaks stood quietly in the void. After careful inspection, they happened to be eighteen peaks.  These peaks are extremely dark, and there are different scenes on the peaks.  There are countless creatures that are half of the human undead on the first mountain. Most of the human undead are chained up, and only a few human undead are patrolling back and forth.  These human undead were trapped in a fence. They lined up to poke their heads out of the fence, and then opened their mouths with dull expressions.  The moment these humans grow their mouths, their tongues will wriggle crazily, and then be pulled by an unknown force and pulled out of their mouths alive!  The humans who had their tongues removed screamed and roared, but they could not make any sound. They could only roll on the ground with their mouths open.  They grabbed their necks, their eyes widened crazily, and they looked straight beyond the fence, unable to tell whether it was hatred or fear.  Rengar saw that these humans whose tongues had been pulled out did not die. Instead, they pinched their necks and roared continuously. The broken tongues slowly wriggled and grew again!  And every time after a period of time, these pulled out tongues will grow back, and the moment the tongues grow out, these humans will stick their heads out again, and then their tongues will be slowly pulled out!  The following peaks have countless humans trapped on them, but the way of torturing humans is different.  The scissors that keep cutting, the iron tree full of barbs, the steamer that is lit alive, lying in the pit and being hit by stones  Eighteen peaks, with eighteen different tortures, but the only thing the same is that these humans trapped on the peaks will continue to be reborn!  Tongues that have been pulled out can grow back.?The severed body can grow back, the steamed body can be restored, and even the body that has been smashed into minced meat can be put back together  But these mental experiences do not represent a new beginning, but represent infinite torture!  Every rebirth represents continuous suffering with no end and no hope!  I want to die but I am tortured while I am alive!  After swallowing hard, Rengar turned his head to prevent himself from looking at those mountain peaks, and instead looked elsewhere.  Between the mountain peaks, there is a river flowing slowly, and the color of the river water is actually yellow-brown.  It is better to say that it is flowing than still, because the yellow water has no ripples, just like a dead thing painted on the painting.  And in this river, there are countless human beings ups and downs. These humans raise their hands to the sky, but they can't struggle at all.  On both sides of the river, countless flowers bloomed. These flowers bloomed slowly, and then withered slowly.  Flowers bloom and leaves fall, leaves fall and flowers bloom, just like the humans on the eighteen mountain peaks, a continuous cycle.  For some reason, a sad feeling suddenly arose in Rengar's heart, because Rengar saw that no matter how many times the flower bloomed or withered, the petals and leaves never appeared together.  In the endless cycle, the flowers and leaves will never be seen.  You can¡¯t see the end of this river, you can only see a thread coming out from behind the mountain peak, and you don¡¯t know where it starts.  And this river has no end. You can only see it from a distance as it winds around eighteen peaks, far away from sight.  Don't know where it starts, don't know where it ends.  As the river flowed around the mountain, Rengar could see humans struggling out of the river and then being taken to the mountain to be tortured.  Suddenly, Rengar had a glimmer of understanding as he looked at the flow of the river. The water seemed to form two characters as it swirled around, and it seemed to be called the River of Forgetfulness.  There is a bridge above the Forgotten River. The bridge is white and spans the Forgotten River.  The bridge connects eighteen peaks. The tortured humans slowly walked down the mountain and crossed the bridge, not knowing where it was going.  Standing on the bridge was a woman in green clothes, as if there was a fog blocking the view, making it difficult for people to see the woman's face clearly.  There was a large pot beside the woman. There was no fire under the pot, but the soup in the pot was boiling continuously.  The woman in green slowly picked up the bowl, scooped up a bowl of soup, and then placed it in the hands of the people on the bridge.  The people on the bridge had different expressions, some were full of hatred, as if they had a big grudge.  Some eyes are filled with endless affection, as if they have rolling curtains.  Some people's eyes are full of despair, and they look like they are about to cry at any time  There are countless people on the bridge, and it can actually contain all emotions, including crying, laughing, desperate, crazy, all kinds of people.  But no matter what expressions these people have, they will always walk up to the woman in green, take the soup bowl, and drink it all in one gulp.  Then the expressions changed, and some were just blank.  The woman in Tsing Yi and the soup bowl formed two worlds. With the woman in Tsing Yi as the boundary, the people on one side had different expressions, while those on the other side were full of sluggishness, as if they had forgotten everything in their previous lives.  Suddenly, the woman in green raised her head, her face that could not be seen clearly moved slightly, and then waved to Rengar.  In just an instant, Rengar found that he was suddenly standing on the bridge, and in front of him was the woman, holding a bowl of soup in her hands!  Rengar swallowed hard, looked at the woman in front of him and said, "What kind of soup is this? What's in it?" The moment Rengar appeared, countless humans around him had disappeared without a trace.  , Rengar was the only one on this bridge.  Rengar could see the road behind the woman in green. At the end of the bridge was a stone wall with two large characters written on it, Nai He.  "It's just ordinary water, but with a drop of the ingredient called forgetfulness added." The woman in green pushed the soup bowl towards Rengar and said, "After drinking this soup, all the suffering will disappear, all the unwillingness will pass, what?  , will no longer exist" The woman's words seemed to be full of charm. Rengar took the soup bowl blankly and stared at the soup in the bowl.  It's just ordinary water, but with a little bit of the ingredient called forgetfulness added, it's worth the eternal oaths and endless hatred!  As long as you drink this bowl of soup, there will be no pain, no memory, no separation, no suffering, just because there is forgetfulness in this soup, forgetting everything and nothing will be remembered.  But if everything is forgotten, who am I?  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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