Tomo-sama's Rescue Plan - Hell Chapter

I almost forgot, this place is hell, isn't it disgusting and still called hell?It was my expectations that were too high, and I was wrong.

I really don't want to fall into the arms of those ghost hands, I am going to use my spiritual power to let myself fall to the shore.At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

There was a piercing white light flashing in the center of the vortex, and then a circle of ripples spread around.

It was as if time paused for a moment, and even those ostentatious ghost hands paused for a second.

I felt a cold on the tip of my nose and looked up.

Snow?

Scattered snowflakes are falling from the sky, but the color is blood red.Gradually, more and more snowflakes fluttered in the air, as if absorbing the resentment from Karmic Fire Realm, each piece was dyed a bright blood color.

After a moment of infinite slowness, everything suddenly starts to speed up.I heard a roar coming from the depths of the lake, and the black vortex set off waves, and then, amidst the churning waves, something huge slowly floated to the surface.

When the upper part of it was exposed to the lake, I saw that it seemed to be a white statue of Bodhi.

It is the kind of Bodhi statue that can be seen in temples, with solemn treasures and gorgeous clothes, but this one is too big...

Speaking of which, this exaggerated aesthetic seems familiar?

I used my spiritual power to temporarily float myself in the air, and watched the giant statue of Bodhisattva made of ice rise completely out of the water.The upper part of Bodhi is white and flawless, like the snow on the top of the mountain for thousands of years, but below the waist, it seems to be soaked in blood water. One by one, blood-red human figures are crawling out of the lake water, and they are walking along the skirt of the Buddha statue with their hands and feet. climb up.

"Tongmo!"

I saw the ghost sitting on the Bodhisattva's shoulder at a glance, and immediately saw that he also encountered some bad luck.One is that he didn’t wear that pretentious hat. As an active missionary enthusiast, this is very unusual; the other is that his long white hair is full of blood, which looks like someone splashed it on his head Blood, and forgot to wash it off, this is unbelievable to the leader who has always paid attention to decent and elegant so far.

On top of that, the look on his face is actually kind of chilling.

This ghost always has a smiling face, and after a long time you will get used to his cheap look, so you can ignore his unfathomable strength as the second of the top strings in the past, which is a perfect mimicry.But at this moment, he seemed to have turned into some strange creature that I was not familiar with like that day on the top of the cliff.

"Tong Mo!" I called him again, this time he heard it, turned his head to look at me, and his bright eyes immediately bent.

"Hey, it's Xiaoran, it's not bad that you are still alive!"

I frowned, what are those red things on his neck and face?blood?

"Wait there for a while," the ghost said still lightly, "I have newly researched a great vampire technique, and I will demonstrate it to you right away."

Before I could speak, I saw him clasping his hands together, and a cold light flashed in his downcast eyes.

I followed his gaze and saw that there was a black object on the palm of the ice bodhi. It seemed to be a small pure black temple, about the size of a hut. It seemed to be an ancient wooden building, but There are no doors and windows, and it looks very strange.

A roar came from the void: "Evil! How dare you..."

Snapped.

The Bodhisattva closed his palms together, and the voice was abruptly interrupted.

When the palms of the giant statue were separated again, I only saw a puddle of thick black blood staining the icy clean palm, and there was nothing left.

"Hey, things like gods don't taste very good."

Tong Mo stood up, licked his lips, and with that weird smile on his face, he held his fan and pointed at the blood-red figures that were about to climb up in front of him.

"It's so pitiful, I will immediately lead you to bliss."

He unfolded the golden fan with lotus patterns, gently like a smiling Buddha holding flowers.

"Blood Ghost Art·Blood Pond Lotus Blossom."

I saw countless blood-colored lotus vines suddenly gushing out from the palm of the Bodhisattva statue, spreading rapidly along the surface of the body, and then, slender vines also grew on the body made of ice, piercing into those blood-colored human figures like arrows The monster's body, those things stopped in place immediately, and burst into a blood mist after twisting a few times. The blood mist was quickly absorbed by the lotus tendril, and then a flower bud grew from one end of the lotus tendril. With a soft cracking sound, Bloom into a blood-colored water lily.

It was really a magnificent and majestic scene. Red lotuses bloomed one by one on the body of the huge Bodhi statue, from a dozen, to dozens, to hundreds, gradually covering half of the body... The blood-red Bodhi statue, It really looks like walking in hell, the Ksitigarbha that transcends sentient beings.

The corners of Tong Mo's mouth curled up, his fangs gleamed coldly, showing an expression of incomparable satisfaction, and even a tinge of blood appeared in his eyes.

The hordes of wraiths in the pool screamed uncontrollably and began to swarm up.

"Tongmo!"

I realized something was wrong, and shouted at him anxiously: "Don't eat it!"

He ignored me.

I had no choice but to rush towards him, but was entangled by a lotus vine that suddenly appeared in midair.

The evil spirit gave me a sideways look, eyes filled with icy indifference.

"Don't disturb me to eat, Xiaoran, even if it's you, I can't."

I was so angry that I wanted to slap him again.

How dare this idiot, a foodie, put everything in his mouth? ?

Wraiths in the blood pool of Infernal Hell, how can they be eaten!

I cut off the lotus vines that entangled me with a single blow, and dozens of them swept towards me in an instant. One of them was not paying attention, and its hands and feet were entangled again, hanging upside down in the air in an unsightly posture.

"Tong Mo! Be sober! You can't eat that kind of thing!" I yelled at him, "Let me go! I'll give you my blood! I..."

Before I finished speaking, I suddenly felt something slip from my cuff, and then a crisp silver bell sounded in the air.

Ding.

It was really an extremely weak voice, but for some reason, the ghost's face was in a trance for a moment, and the ice lotus that was tightly entangled with me also stopped.

This is enough!

I withdrew and ran in front of him in a few steps. Under his slightly stunned gaze, I slammed a water polo on his head.

wow——

As the second of the top strings, Master Tong Mo, a ghost of ice, has probably never tasted the feeling of being splashed with hot water.

Yes, considering that the ghost's body temperature is very low, there is a high probability that it will not feel cold water, so I deliberately used hot water, which is quite hot.

I feel like I'm on the verge of death again and again.But there is no way, if he eats all the resentful spirits in the blood pool, in all likelihood, he will become a part of the blood pool and merge with the endless hell forever.

Ignoring the strange eyes of Lord Tong Mo, who was soaking wet and emitting white steam, I cut open my forearm, and handed the blood-dripping wrist to his face: "I know you are hungry, drink it!" Just save my life."

The ghost blinked his big colorful eyes, and suddenly a suspicious blush appeared on his cheeks.

He pinched my wrist, but he didn't bite it down, but lightly... licked it.

I was instantly terrified.

"Xiaoran is really annoying~"

The deliberately long ending is full of ambiguity.

"You know that people don't want to eat it, why do you still want to seduce them? You won't be able to bear it~"

Huh uh...

What's not right, does this ghost have something wrong with his brain?No, he has always been out of his mind!

It sounds like...drunk?

Can ghosts get drunk?Or is there some special substance in the blood pool that can make ghosts react like drunk?

Thinking that he should be the first ghost who dared to speak to the blood pool of the Infernal Hell in thousands of years, I knew that it might be difficult for me to find the answer.

Wait, if I remember correctly, we should still be on the battlefield, right?

I quickly lowered my head to look down, and then secretly breathed a sigh of relief.The lake below is a piece of pure white ice, and there are no shadows of those weird blood-colored human figures. The lotus vines and lotus flowers winding on the surface of the ice Buddha have also faded their blood color, and they are attached to the clothes of the statue like relief patterns. decorate.

everything is normal.If I ignore that gaze, I miss the ghost who is biting my wrist.

click.

Suddenly there was a slight crack on the ice.

There was an alarm bell in my head, and I instinctively grabbed the ghost that was never reliable at a critical moment, and felt my body fall downwards.

The ice surface collapsed in an instant, dragging us into the boundless darkness.