Christmas

The spiritual power in his body gradually calmed down, Shi Xie stood up and walked towards the place where the sound came out, only to see that it was a huge sunken field.

The original yellowish ground had long been stained dark red by blood. Groups of people in ragged clothes and ragged shoes fled in panic, their embarrassed faces full of ferocious fear.

Behind them, hundreds of huge stone balls rolled on the flat field without any rules, blood flowed everywhere they went, and the people who were crushed by the big stones were immediately crushed into a puddle of flesh, but after a while, The meat paste returned to the appearance of that person again, and once again fled in all directions, crying and howling.

Then again and again endure the crushing pain, and enjoy the endless death again and again.

There is no mercy, no kindness here, just a bunch of greedy, selfish souls.

There is only darkness here, only death, only sin because here are the eighteen levels of hell.

Looking at the people in the venue indifferently, Shi Xie didn't see any troubles in his eyes, because these people were all extremely evil people, wife killers, mother killers, son sellers, father abusers, and other people who did all kinds of evil, Enter the eighteen layers of hell and experience it personally.

Pulling the red thread in his hand, Shi Xie turned around and walked towards the side of the venue. It seemed that Xia Yao had not come here, which made Shi Xie heave a sigh of relief.

The red rope in his hand still glowed faintly. Shi Xie walked slowly, but it got hotter and hotter, and beads of sweat kept slipping down from his forehead, soaking Shi Xie's shirt after a while.

Wiping the sweat off his face, waves of heat rushed towards his face. He squinted his eyes and looked at a sea of ​​flames not far away. There was still a burning smell in the air, thinking that this might be some kind of burnt The smell made Shi Xie's stomach feel sick again.

Taking a closer look, it turned out that there was another group of ragged people fleeing in the sea of ​​flames, experiencing endless death repeatedly.

There are several large iron pans around the sea of ​​fire, full of hot oil is "bubbling" and bubbling, looking very hot

A few tall, green-faced, fang-toothed, and trident-holding imps thrust a woman into the frying pan fiercely, and the woman screamed and struggled for a few times before she fell completely silent and sank into the frying pan. At the bottom, it became a string of bubbles.

The little ghost laughed "Jie Jie Jie" a few times, and then started to thrust at another person, as if he was playing around, watching the frightened people flee in all directions.

Another person was lowered into the frying pan, and the smell of human flesh in the air became more and more intense. Shi Xie finally couldn't bear it anymore and left here, his stomach was rolling over and over again, but luckily he didn't spit it out.

The place where the red line pointed was still pitch black, as if there was no end at all. In the hell where there was no daylight at all, Shi Xie didn't know how long he stayed here, and he didn't know where he went.

Physical sleepiness and mental fatigue have almost overwhelmed him, but the red line on the thumb still glows faintly, the warm touch is like Xia Yao's palm when he touched his face, invisible encouraging him to continue searching.

After touching the red line, Shi Xie regained his energy and walked towards an unknown direction. He didn't know what meaning his life would have if he really lost Xia Yao, and he wasn't sure what unpredictable things he would do. things, so he must find

And he still owes Xia Yao a promise.

Little demon, wait for me.

□ Author gossip:

Please collect it, little cuties, where have you all been? _(:3)Z)_