On the unfortunate days in the underworld

Word of mouth

"I was born in a wealthy family, with no worries about food and clothing, and a bright future. Although I have a bit of a bad temper, I am generally regarded as a talented person in the eyes of the world. But in this comfortable life, I made a fatal mistake. One day, when I had nothing to do, I was strolling in the street when suddenly a little beggar rushed out. I thought he had stained my shoes, so I scolded him casually."

"Even if your behavior is inappropriate, you won't be punished like this?" Huiming asked a little puzzled.

"Don't worry, my lord, this story is very long. After I finished scolding, I saw the child staring at me unconvinced, so I threw the money on a dog and said to him, 'What do you think, you are not as good as a dog. Woolen cloth!'"

"That's a bit too much." Huiming frowned.

The young ghost sighed, and continued: "It would be great if things got to this point, who knows that the child didn't cry or make trouble, grabbed the dog and threw it at me. I didn't have time to dodge it. I was bumped to the side by a dog, which really angered me, I started to curse, as for the content of the curse, alas, I won’t tell the adults, anyway, after hearing that, the child looked like he couldn’t breathe, and slammed I slammed it over. I was afraid of trouble at the time, but I didn't call for help, so I just fled home."

"Could it be that the child is dead?" Huiming speculated.

"My lord guessed right, but I didn't expect that the little beggar's mother was distraught and kept going to the Yamen to seek justice. My father knew about this at the time and gave the magistrate a sum of money. The magistrate probably thought that the beggar's life was nothing. It's such a pity that this mother was kicked out by the stick." The young ghost lowered his voice as he spoke, and the guilt on his face was obvious.

"Oh, how can this matter be settled like this?" Hui Ming couldn't help feeling a little bit aggrieved.

"Oh," the young ghost sighed again, and continued, "Who would have thought that the woman was heartbroken by the tragic death of her own child, and died within a week. She still had a young child, but she lost the care of her mother. Soon she went with her. After this incident, I was terrified all day long, and died half a year later. The three deaths of the dead body were all due to me, and I deserved to be tortured here."

Huiming looked at the pitiful look of him bowing his head, but he didn't know how to comfort him. A moment of quick talk could produce such evil results. He would regret what he did that day when he was tortured in hell.

"However, the time for my punishment is coming soon. After paying off my sins, I hope to accumulate more virtue in my next life." Having said this, some longing for the future appeared on the young ghost's face, and he straightened up. Waist said farewell to Huiming: "Sir, I'm going to be tortured. It seems that your lord has not been here for the first time, so you should go back early, so as not to overwhelm you with this bloody atmosphere."

"Well, I wish you all the best in your next life." Huiming watched him go away, then walked back the way he came. When he arrived at the starting place, he suddenly realized a big problem.

"How should I go up?"

Huiming looked up, the sky was dark, he didn't know how high he could get out, and now he was sure that he had forgotten the spell, so he could only climb up slowly with his perseverance.

Perhaps Huiming was really determined not to be helped this time, and his slender arms even exerted some brute force, and managed to climb more than ten feet high, but he still overestimated his perseverance. After being excited, his limbs began to tremble involuntarily, his face turned red, and his breathing was slightly difficult.

"It's okay, I can do it." Huiming encouraged himself. He looked up and found that the exit was far away. But I can't go up, and it's not easy to get off.

In the panic, Huiming sweated more, his chest was blocked like a stone, and he was a little out of breath. He was very worried that he would pass by like that little beggar, and he was even more worried about the ghost above. Could it be that he had forgotten him long ago and let him be trapped in these eighteen layers of hell, and just as he was slowly brewing his miserable life, he suddenly found a chill in the back of his head.

"Brother Xiao!" Huiming shouted in surprise, he saw Xiao Changlu appearing in the air behind him, he didn't care about the stinky expression on his face, and excitedly stretched out his hands to embrace Xiao Changlu.

But Huiming forgot that he was climbing on the wall, and it happened that Xiao Changlu moved back in disgust, so Huiming fell from the sky with his limbs spread out, and fell firmly. It landed on the ground, and it was the face that hit it first.

"Ouch..." Huiming moaned very loudly, he thought that Xiao Changlu would catch him, but he didn't expect him to be so cruel.

"Get up!" Xiao Changlu couldn't see him like this, and said to him in a bad tone.

But Huiming still hated Xiao Changlu for seeing him die just now, so he kept the posture lying on the ground, only pulled his face out of the ground, and turned away.He thought that Xiao Changlu would continue talking about him, but there was silence behind him. After lying on the ground for about half an hour, Huiming finally decided to stand up, but the moment he turned his head, he found that Xiao Changlu had disappeared.

"How did you leave?" Huiming murmured in surprise, did he just leave himself here and leave?How can I be so irresponsible, then what should I do, do I have to climb up again?

Just when Huiming was hesitating whether he wanted to continue climbing, Xiao Changlu walked over from the direction of the gate of hell. Looking at the disheveled Huiming, he twitched the corner of his mouth and said contemptuously, "Why, are you willing to get up?"

This time Huiming didn't move at all, he only thought that he could quickly take him out.

"If I didn't have some business to deal with in hell this time, you could just stay here." Xiao Changlu was too lazy to argue with him, grabbed his collar and pulled him up, and came outside in an instant.And unexpectedly, he didn't seem to let go of his plan, and carried himself all the way to his bedroom.

"Learn all the spells above, and you are not allowed to go out before that." Xiao Changlu threw him a book about five fingers thick, asking him to start learning again, and he had to master every spell.

After this lesson, Huiming also knew the importance of spells, but his talent in these spells was very low, and he couldn't master them even after learning.

"Rotten wood," Xiao Changlu commented to Huiming without raising his head while reading a book at the desk.

Huiming felt aggrieved at this time. Whenever he studied hard, he would hear some cold words, such as "stupid" and "ignorant", which hurt his heart very much. He always wanted to give Xiao Changlu Tell the story about the young ghost to persuade him to accumulate some morals, but thinking that the king of hell is afraid of him, he probably feels that these karma and reincarnation should not hold him.

"Don't you want me to talk about you?" Xiao Changlu suddenly said to Huiming one day. In fact, he had already felt Huiming's resentment, but he didn't show it before.

But Huiming, who was already sweating profusely from practice, suddenly heard this, his eyes lit up immediately, thinking that Xiao Changlu's conscience must have discovered it, and his nodding was more like a chicken pecking at rice.

Xiao Changlu gave a rare smile at this time, this smile pierced his heart and wiped out the common people.