Ten years seemed to be a very long time. At least in the eyes of the public, ten years ago and ten years later meant two completely different concepts. It was like the beginning and end of a large river.
But if you want to say that it was long..,
Sometimes it didn't seem long..,
Many people lowered their heads and recalled what they were doing and where they were ten years ago, and they were often shocked!
Ah, ten years had passed just like that?
So fast.
Especially at this time, if you were like the scholar in front of you, using your last ten years as fuel and igniting a fire..,
Actually, it would only be burning for a short while..,
If it couldn't be burned..,
It really couldn't be burned.
The fire was still going on, but it had already passed the craziest point.
The middle-aged man continued to sit where he was. He was not afraid of the hellfire. In fact, he even ignored it.
A dilapidated City God, an old friend of the past..,
Used his death to remonstrate..,
He accepted it..,
Anyway, the scholar did not have many years to live..,
It was better to let him die in a way that he thought was very brilliant, worthy, and great.
Just like a thousand years ago..,
When the Yin Si had just changed..,
It was just like when groups of City Gods rose up in revolt.
They were brave, they were fearless, and they formed the largest resistance since the establishment of the Yin Si.
Of course..,
The final outcome..,
Was also like the hellfire that was surrounding him at this moment..,
It burned brilliantly..,
But it didn't take long..,
Then, it was completely silent.
The City God had once belonged to Mount Tai. Perhaps it was because this group was basically made up of local heroic spirits, so they retained the bravery that the officials in Hell who had been infected by the bureaucratic system had lost.
When everyone was silent, when everyone chose to tacitly agree, when everyone was numbly watching the changing King's Flag on the city wall..,
They rebelled.
Not all of the City Gods rebelled..,
Some chose to cower, some chose to wait and see, and some chose to continue to "Defend the territory.".
Some people were like turtles who hid their heads and hid after the other City Gods rushed up. They did not dare to show their heads, just like the City God of Tongcheng back then.
Some people continued to do as they pleased, protecting the fengshui of a region, and did not participate in the violent battle back then.
But no matter what, the group of City Gods was indeed the largest among the various groups established to resist the establishment of Nether Masters!
Therefore, after suppressing the City God's Rebellion, to the Ten Kings of Hell and even to the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, everyone could cut the flesh with a soft knife and slowly bleed, causing the huge body of Yin Si to fall into a slow death.
But only.
As for the City God system,
Gehenna adopted a policy of heavy pressure.
Even the Shing Wong who did not participate in the rebellion, whether it was because they were afraid to live, or because they had different ideologies and continued to insist on defending their territory, they were all suppressed.
Gehenna wanted to forget the existence of this system. It would be best if they had never existed.
The middle-aged man had noticed it before.
Back then, Scholar did not participate in the rebellion.
Tens of thousands of City Gods charged into the Road of the Yellow Springs.
He did not see the scholar.
At that time,
He even felt a little lucky.
Then..,
His hand rose and the knife fell.
Whether it was the newly established Hell or the newly ascended Yama-Kings of the Ten Palaces, all of them needed a bloodbath to prove themselves.
They succeeded.
He had originally thought that a thousand years had passed. At this juncture, with this opportunity, he could put down his identity, and 'he' should also be able to put down his identity.
Everyone sat down.
Just like back then.
Chatting.
Talking.
He knew that 'he' didn't have much time left.
He knew that he didn't have much time left.
He could send 'him' off.
Recalling the past.
Saying goodbye.
His identity did not allow him to leave Hell at will. Therefore, it was not easy to come up.
But he did not expect.
It was such an ending.
The middle-aged man felt a little bored. The playmate who was so interesting that he could travel with him had actually become so boring.
Perhaps, 'he' had long changed. It was just that he had always kept a little fantasy about 'him'.
Ten years.
Wasn't it good to sneak home and take a look?
He was so extravagant that he used it to burn.
Just like back then, 'he' said that he liked the vast expanse here, liked the howling wind here, liked the snow here, and liked the black soil here.
Then.
'He' fell ill.
'He' was buried here.
It seemed that 'he' hadn't changed.
From beginning to end.
It was all so pretentious.
The middle-aged man shook his head.
But he suddenly thought of something.
He turned his head and looked at the pile of leaves outside his black circle of light.
My battery!
..
Things like flags couldn't be set up randomly.
After setting them up.
Even if nothing happened, you would still feel flustered.
Lawyer an was a little flustered at this moment.
However, he was too embarrassed to walk back without picking many wild vegetables and mushrooms. Therefore, he continued to walk to the periphery to pick.
Damn it.
This idea seemed to be the idea of a minor character in a ghost story. For the sake of face, he deliberately took risks and became the first orange to die. The purpose was to warn the protagonist and to exaggerate the atmosphere at the beginning of the story.
Lawyer An really didn't understand. As a member of the study room, why did Xu Qinglang want to read ghost stories when he had nothing to do?
You're surrounded by ghosts and there aren't many living people. What's the point of reading ghost stories?
But when he remembered that he had also discovered that his boss and Yingying had excitedly finished watching Lin Zhengying's entire series of zombie movies.
Heh.
Lawyer An suddenly understood Xu Qinglang.
"Little Girl Picking Mushrooms, Walking Barefoot on the Frozen Soil..."
Lawyer An hummed as he continued to pick mushrooms.
There was no one around.
He could complain as much as he wanted.
After picking for about half an hour.
He reckoned that it should be enough to go with that pig head to get rid of the grease.
Lawyer An planned to return to the camp. No matter what, he had to meet up with the main force first.
However.
Lawyer An had just turned around.
Suddenly.
In front of him.
A ball of unknown yellow radiance rose from it.
Forest fire?
This was Lawyer An's first thought.
But then, a pure and fragrant smell filled the air.
Lawyer An suddenly came to his senses.
Damn it.
This was hellfire!
Lawyer An was very familiar with this thing recently. Geng Chen liked to use hellfire when he designed traps. Back then, the two of them had even killed two members of the law enforcement team in Yangzhou.
This thing was very useful, especially for ghosts. It was simply a good weapon to kill ghosts!
However, compared to the big scene in front of him, the hellfire that Geng Chen had created back then was like the difference between a second kick and a "Patriot".
"Damn, Old Xu really hit the nail on the head."
Lawyer An took the time to wrap the mushrooms.
He was too lazy to run to the other side of the fire to check the situation. Strong curiosity was also a prominent characteristic of a small character who died at the beginning of a ghost story.
Lawyer An didn't want to be a small character, so he didn't want to look!
He ran straight to the camp!
However.
As he ran,
Lawyer An had no choice but to stop again.
He found that he was spinning in circles.
This was not a ghost hitting a wall, nor was it because someone was attacking him. It was because of the terrifying hellfire. After it burned, it distorted many things here, such as... human senses.
It was just like how the heat wave formed when an ordinary flame burned could cause a person's vision to be refracted.
The effect of the hellfire was even more terrifying.
Lawyer An didn't dare to continue running. If he continued to run around in this situation, it was very likely that the worst situation would happen. He would run to the scene of the incident in a daze.
He simply squatted down.
He held the mushrooms in his arms.
He didn't dare to use any other methods to break the distortion here. He was afraid of attracting attention from certain parties. He just quietly waited for the effect to dissipate and deal with the changes.
Wait, wait.
After waiting for about five minutes.
Lawyer An closed his eyes and felt it for a while. He estimated that it should be about time. Then, he got up again, looked in the direction, and prepared to slip away.
However, at this moment.
Lawyer An heard a "Da Da Da" sound.
It was very, very close to him.
It was as if something was knocking on his heartstrings.
Lawyer An had to admit.
As a ghost.
He was scared.
It wasn't that Lawyer An was timid.
It was purely because the effect of the terrifying fire from before was too good.
He didn't continue to run.
If it was a blessing, it wasn't a curse. If it was a curse, he couldn't avoid it.
Lawyer An slowly turned around.
Who the hell was it?
Then.
Lawyer An was stunned.
He saw that on a small mound behind him.
A middle-aged man, who was dressed a little stupidly, was sitting at the top.
He was holding two large batteries in his hands, constantly banging them against each other.
Why?
There was a familiar feeling.
We seem to have met somewhere. Do you remember?
Lawyer An felt a little pain in his head.
He really didn't remember who the man in front of him was. It was inexplicably familiar, but it was illogical.
The middle-aged man also noticed Lawyer An. He turned his face and looked at Lawyer An. He frowned slightly. To be honest, he was also a little surprised.
This was the first time they met.
The guy who wanted to bring him to go whoring.
Why did they meet again?
It was true.
The ghost lingered.
The middle-aged man frowned.
Was he scolding himself as well?
Lawyer An couldn't sense any aura from the other party. He was as ordinary as an ordinary person.
But would ordinary people run to an uninhabited old forest in the middle of the night to play with batteries?
Then.
The person in front of him.
Who was he?
The scene changed.
From a barbecue stall to an old forest.
But one thing didn't change.
Lawyer An had a good impression of the person in front of him!
Everyone had their own advantages and characteristics. Lawyer An's characteristic was like wearing a sensor all over his body, sensing all the "Thighs" around him.
The middle-aged man knew that he probably didn't remember him.
This... was a white man.
However.
What surprised the middle-aged man was.
The other party walked over again.
He didn't take the initiative to sit beside him like he did at the barbecue stall.
This time, he kept a little distance.
He was slightly respectful, slightly curious, and slightly reserved.
There was even a hint of inexplicable intimacy in his voice.
"What are you doing here so late at night?
Are you cold?
Are you tired?
Are you hungry? "