Tomo-sama's Rescue Plan - Hell Chapter

Humans often use "you will go to hell" as the most extreme curse on the enemy. When saying this, it is often the other party who has committed an unforgivable sin.Throughout the ages, there has never been a lack of descriptions of hell in religious classics, especially the Infernal Hell where the most sinful people were accommodated. What flows is also blood, and monsters called "Fen" wander in it, devouring those who fall into it; the forest of undead is full of deep forests, and evil spirits that cannot be rescued by karmic fire occupy it, killing and devouring each other.There are also icy hells and lonely hells, the horrors of which are indescribable.Those who fall into this place, unless their sins are redeemed, will be indefinitely for hundreds of thousands of years.

In fact, the life in hell is not so difficult. Every day is just fighting, which is a little more extreme than the fighting in the world. insanity.Human beings will turn into ghosts if they are hacked to death, and ghosts can only turn into "聻" if they are hacked to death. This kind of thing is common in the Fire Realm, and it looks like black smoke. When it sees people, no, it haunts ghosts. , to absorb your spiritual power and memory.There is no daylight here, and whenever the blood moon rises, this thing gathers into a tide, which I call the "black tide", and leaves nothing behind.Don't worry too much about this, just avoid it. The scary thing is that in the long, endless darkness and fighting, you will gradually lose yourself. not much.

My name is Ran, and I have been in the Inferno for 200 years.Except for his own name, the rest are unknown.

It's not easy to be aware of time, after all, this place has no day and night, and even the interval between the rise of the blood moon is different.But I noticed that in the dry river, red flowers bloom every long time. When the flowers bloom, the "door" will open, and new sinner souls will fall in here. The hungry "聻" will swarm up and try to devour the comer.Devouring is an instinct here, and I don't know when it became the rule here.It is also ironic to say that the purpose of the sinner's continuous investment is supposed to be atonement, but the punishment system here has turned the place of atonement into a colosseum.It may be that these rotten dregs were deliberately thrown in one place to kill each other, and finally serve as nourishment for this land.

Because of this, the red flower seems to be able to enrich the spiritual power in the land.I discovered this early on. Compared with fighting for souls with Di, or hunting those huge steel-like monsters to obtain spirit cores, the risk of eating and taking these flowers by the river is much lower.But the flowers only bloom once a year, and when the "gate" opens, the riverside will be crowded, and the Kuroshio will come as scheduled along with the blood moon.This requires a bit of survival wisdom. How to seize the time to absorb the spiritual power of the flower without being discovered by other hunters, and to escape before the black tide. It's normal to have it a few times, and it's common to lose arms and legs. Fortunately, as long as the spiritual power is not exhausted, it can always grow back.

My luck this year is not particularly good, the number of cockroaches is extraordinarily large, which means that the Kuroshio will come earlier.But I wasted too much time in the previous fight with other hunters. When I arrived at the river, the blood moon had already risen, and there was a huge roar faintly in the distance, which was the crest of the Kuroshio tide.I didn't even care to wipe the blood from the knife on the enemy's corpse, so I rushed to the river to pick flowers frantically.There are the most flowers in the center of the river, but it is too dangerous there, so I usually only pick them by the river.The red flowers will disappear soon after leaving the land. I have researched a way to condense them into red crystals. Although they are small, they are enough to replenish the spiritual power I consume in battle.

I have adapted very well to this land, and those who don't know it will think that I was born and raised here, a native creature in hell.Humans need friends and family, and need a huge group to maintain their existence, but creatures in hell don’t. I’ve been here for 200 years with my hard work and wisdom, and I’ve met some people like me Survivors, but they often stay in the Karmic Fire Realm unsatisfactorily. Either they want to escape and are cut into pieces by the Rakshasa who guards the "door" and thrown into the fire pit, or they go crazy and are swallowed by scorpions, or they are killed by other people. Wandering hunters killed.I'm different, I'm good at hiding, I'm good at confusing others with a woman's weak appearance, and chop off their heads when they're not prepared.This is due to the fact that I have a good knife. At first it was just a small and delicate knife like a toy, with patterns carved on it, and the blade was not even opened. It looked like a decoration.But when it fell into infinity with me, it absorbs the blood of its prey all the year round to make it grow in length and become a part of my arm. It is extremely sharp and flexible, and it is even stronger against those brainless cockroaches. The World of Warcraft is also enough.

The Kuroshio tide was approaching, and I could even smell the smell of coke and smoke, but my hands kept moving. I frantically stroked flowers while looking at the river, nervously calculating how long I could stay here.

Then I discovered that there were actually people in the river.

It was an eye opener!I have been squatting in this place for so long, and I have never seen any unlucky person dare to stand in the river against the black tide when the blood moon rises. I am afraid that he does not know what it is like to be swallowed by thousands of ghosts!I was dumbfounded, and unconsciously stood up to see what happened.

After a closer look, I was even more dumbfounded.Where did this Bodhisattva come from?Look at the black magic robe with fairy style, the straight crown with streamers, and the flowing long hair that looks pure white and flawless in the dim halo of the blood moon. I don't know if it is a person or a ghost. The guy from God just stood there calmly in the channel of the Santu River, as if he was looking at the moon leisurely? ?

Appreciate the moon? ?in hell? ? ?

I felt my face twitch, and the knife in my hand dropped if I didn't pay attention.

Oops.

I squatted down quickly, and the other party seemed to have noticed the movement on my side, so they also looked in my direction.Ah, how could it be possible to see, after all, I am an old resident of hell, and I already knew how to hide myself behind the slope formed by stones and scorched earth.But it was very strange, very strange, that thing who didn't know what it was stared at me for a long time with its head tilted.Those eyes, how should I put it, don't look normal at all.

It's really not normal. Have you ever seen a living creature with a pair of colorful eyes? ?

To be precise, it is a pair of eyes that are like transparent glass, refracting iridescent brilliance. Even under the cover of the blood moon, those strange eyes are not stained with blood, but are closer to some kind of inorganic matter, like Ice crystals, or crystals.

I tensed my body, trying to keep myself dormant.Such a pair of unreal beautiful eyes made my scalp tingle.Years of combat experience told me that this thing is abnormal, absolutely abnormal, and the Kuroshio is coming soon, so I still take what I have gained and run away as soon as possible.

Fortunately, the other party turned his head and seemed to no longer pay attention to my direction.I crouched down and prepared to slip away, but after walking a few steps, I couldn't help but look back.

bad, bad.

The soil in the river began to surge. It was "Fen", a monster with tentacles. It was probably affected by the Kuroshio Current, or it might have discovered that its prey was close at hand, and it began to move around.And the man in the river didn't seem to notice, he was seriously... looking at the moon.

I get it, I get it.This is either a new ghost who knows nothing, or a madman.

If it is a new ghost, it doesn't have the hostility that evil ghosts usually have.Over the past 200 years, I have seen countless people and ghosts in the Infernal Hell. Which of them is full of resentment and monstrous hatred, hates the miserable death of oneself, has unfulfilled wishes, and unconquerable opponents.This land relies on these resentments as nutrients, the more resentment, the more it will be completely absorbed.Or, at the end of life, suddenly falling into this place, panic and fear are inevitable, and most of them are confused and become food for the gods.I have been here for many years, and I know all about the plight of these new, no, new ghosts.Alas, it is pitiful to suffer this kind of torture even after death.

But it was the first time I saw a ghost in such a harsh environment, still calm and relaxed, there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was staying in his own back garden.

What's wrong with this?If it's a lunatic, it's too pitiful.

It was too late to complain, and I saw the tentacles of "Fen" stretching towards the ghost's back.The body sprang out before my brain gave the signal to stop.With the knife in my hand, I cut off the monster's tentacles. With my left hand, I brought up a large cyan water curtain, which barely blocked the remaining tentacles.

Ah, I forgot to mention, I know how to cast spells in my spare time, the ability is to temporarily convert spiritual power into water.

This is an ability I discovered after falling here, but it is useless.The Realm of Fire and Karma is the driest place in Infernal Hell, and it takes extra effort to convert spiritual power into water.So I don't like to use this trick.But when dealing with a monster with no fixed shape like "Fen", my water barrier can somewhat overcome rigidity with softness, and block it for a while.

Taking advantage of this moment, I grabbed the robe of the psychopath, dragged him and threw him out of the river.

As soon as I got close to it, I knew it was wrong again.

This item is heavier than it looks, and...why is it so much taller than me? !

As a result, after landing, I fell and ate shit on the river bank. The tall ghost seemed to be staggered by me, but it actually stopped firmly.

I jumped up and yelled at him: "Why are you standing there? Run!"

After I finished speaking, I rushed out.

The Kuroshio was rolling in, and it was filled with the mournful cries of all ghosts, making one's teeth sore.

After running for an unknown amount of time, I stopped and found myself at the edge of the forest.It is said to be a forest, but it is actually just a hilly area made up of scorched tree trunks. There are many monsters here, but fortunately there are not too tyrannical ones, and I can still handle them.Exhaling, I began to check my equipment. The knife was still hanging on my waist, but the small bag containing the safflower crystals was gone, leaving only a broken rope.

Ah, my year's rations!Sure enough, there is no reward for doing good deeds!

When I was about to cry, a soft and sweet voice said in my ear, "Hey, are you looking for this?"

I shrank my body, drew my knife and turned around to chop.

This is a normal physiological response.In this place, something that can whisper close to the back of your neck without a sound can often kill you.

Although I'm already dead, I'm still used to living here, and I don't want to be wiped out for the time being.

Unexpectedly, I missed, the other party wiped my knife tip and took a few steps back, the corner of his mouth curled up, revealing a harmless and kind smile on his face.

My ration bag was hanging on his slender fingers, twirling leisurely.

I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with this ghost who may be mentally ill, and I slashed forward, slashing and stabbing.Who knew that although this ghost looked abnormal, his movements were as slippery as a loach, and his speed was extremely fast.I failed several times, so I stood still and coldly pointed the tip of the knife at his smiling face.

"Give it back to me. Otherwise I'll kill you."

"Ah, really, are all cute girls so fierce?" The ghost blinked his beautiful eyes innocently, "I found out that you lost something, and I picked it up specially to return it to you. Nah."

I gritted my molars, feeling that things were a little tricky.

The ghost seemed to have a innocent and kind smile on his face, and his voice was very gentle and pleasant.But this is abnormal, very abnormal.

This is an endless hell. I have never seen such a calm ghost who can laugh in hell.