It's impossible. I remember that before I lost consciousness, I was still doing something in a big tiled house in the countryside. How could I return to the building and enter the ancient well in the blink of an eye?

I hesitated, since I was here and there was nowhere to go, so I might as well go in and have a look.

I walked up the steps, passed through the mountain gate, and walked about 500 meters further in. I saw an ancient temple. At a glance, I saw that the temple had about three courtyards, which looked extremely deep. Above the ancient temple, there was a dense layer of water visible to the eye.

of blackness.

The black air surged slowly, dispersed and condensed, like a mollusk lying on the temple.

When I saw this ancient temple, I screamed "ah" because I saw several strings of wind chimes hanging under the eaves. When the wind blew, the wind chimes swayed and made a sweet sound.

My bones are chilling, damn, isn’t this the temple in the painting?

It turns out that we all admitted it wrong. This is not a temple at all, but a Taoist temple.

But why is there no similarity in appearance between the Yin and Yang view here and the one we saw in the building?

I stood in the courtyard in front of the Taoist temple. The courtyard was surrounded by strange trees of different heights. Under the moonlight, the branches and vines swayed like ghosts, which really scared me to death.

After thinking for a while, I couldn't figure out where to go. I walked in along the door. Inside was a deep and gloomy hall, surrounded by high pillars, and extremely empty. In such a dark hall, there was only a candle burning on the altar table in front of the statue.

I saw a bald man in black clothes, with his back to the door, sitting on the ground in front of the statue, writing something unknown.

I don’t know why, this person looks more and more familiar to me, but I just can’t remember who it is.

I walked slowly inside, and when I got closer, I realized that there were many large sheets of yellow rice paper spread on the ground beside the man. The paper was covered with black ink graffiti, with people and objects, and I don't know what they were drawn on.

I walked very softly and didn't dare to speak. I walked to a piece of rice paper and looked carefully. It was better not to look at it. But when I saw it, I was so frightened that I saw a picture of suffering in hell. I saw steaming flames and a sea of ​​​​fire.

, a lively kid with a rickety body, holding up a fork. On the fork is a female sinner, naked, with an extremely painful expression. The fork directly hit the chest, and the fork tip was bloody and exposed. Although it was made of black ink, the ink was splashed.

Dripping, it looks more visually impactful than bright red real blood.

The woman was like a kebab, being delivered into the sea of ​​fire by the devil's fork. Her long hair was scattered in the flames. She wanted to cry but couldn't. The terrifying atmosphere of the whole picture could be said to be all about her. I could see it.

My legs were weak and my muscles were numb, my whole body was covered in cold sweat, and I could seem to hear the woman's shrill screams in my ears.

I couldn't help but groan. The man obviously heard it and stopped the brush in his hand. He seemed to hesitate for a moment and slowly turned around.

When he turned around and saw this face, I was completely stunned.

He is actually Brother Peng. Why is he here?

Brother Peng's entire face was half-dark in the candlelight, and his eyes were sinister as he stared straight at me.

I was frightened by this scene. Because of the extreme fear, my heart almost jumped out of my chest.

We just looked at each other, and I stood there, not daring to make the slightest move.

Brother Peng narrowed his eyes slightly, his face was dark and uncertain, and his expression was thoughtful. His eyes were strange, and he looked at me as if he were looking at a stranger. For a long time, he slowly turned around, picked up the pen again, and wrote another word on the rice paper.

Draw carefully one stroke at a time.

I wiped my face, took a deep breath, and tried to shout: "Brother Peng."

He ignored me and continued painting. I simply shouted: "Peng Liang"

As soon as the name came out, the pen tip in his hand froze, as if he was hesitating, and then he continued painting after a moment. I felt weird, as if he not only didn't recognize me, but also couldn't see me.

"Peng Liang" I raised my voice.

At this time, he stopped writing completely, stood up, and picked up the candle on the altar table. He held it very carefully, holding the bottom of the candle tray with one hand, and protecting the firelight with the other, standing there, shining in all directions.

The fire was dim, rising and falling, and the hall was illuminated eerily and horribly. Both his and my shadows were extremely long, extending to the bluestone wall, forming two distorted and evil huge black shadows.

The scene was really terrifying at this time. My heart felt like it was wrapped in a thick layer of lead, and I was so depressed that I couldn't breathe. I simply yelled again: "Peng Liang"

"Bang", the plate of candles fell from his hand and fell heavily to the ground, flames flying everywhere.

The hall suddenly fell into darkness, and vaguely, I saw him running towards the back hall quickly like a cunning rabbit, his figure blurred.

I called his name three times, why was he so lost? Suddenly, a very distant memory revived in my mind. At this moment, it seemed like I had seen this scene somewhere before.

In a moment of confusion, the huge black shadow he dragged on the wall flashed across the apse and disappeared.

I didn't have time to think about it, so I chased after it. It was too dark around me, and I could only hear the "plop-pap-pap" footsteps in front of me. I took out my phone from my pocket, opened the lock screen, and it emitted a bright green light. This light was not as good as

As for the fireflies, they were better than nothing. I saw the huge black shadow disappear into the wall behind the hall.

I stumbled and followed it, and there was indeed a closed red door, which looked like a fire escape. I broke the handle, but I didn't expect it to get stuck from the outside. I was also anxious, and without saying anything, I looked at this small door.

The door flew up and kicked in.

If a person is really anxious and aggressive, he can unleash extraordinary strength. My weight of about 160 kilograms was all concentrated on my feet, leaving no room for me.

There was a crisp "pop" sound, and I kicked the door lock loosely, and the red door suddenly opened wide.

I rushed out. Outside the door was a courtyard. Except for the small red door behind me, the other three sides were three-story redwood buildings. The courtyard was quiet and empty. Brother Peng had long since disappeared.

I looked around, feeling at a loss, as if I had stumbled into a cold and strange maze.

The moonlight was like water, illuminating a few big trees in the yard that looked strangely pale.

Just then, I smelled a smell of paste. I followed the smell and found that it came from the red door just now. I got back into the back hall and saw a fire in the front hall, and the fire was burning.

I was dumbfounded, and then I remembered the candlestick that Brother Peng had fallen over just now. Damn it, so much rice paper must have burned.

If a fire breaks out, we will be in big trouble. The Taoist temple here is completely made of wood. Once it burns, the whole fire will burn. Let alone me, even if there are three hundred more Taoist priests, the fire will not be saved. I can only watch.

Watching it disappear into ashes.

I saw thick smoke billowing from the front hall, a heat wave was coming, the fire reflected the red light in the hall, and many black shadows were flying along the firelight. I didn't think too much, and subconsciously took out my mobile phone to call 119.

When I saw that there was no signal on my mobile phone, I smiled bitterly. Damn it, it's probably in that painting now. Where can I find the fire brigade?

It’s better to run away quickly. Why don’t you, Brother Peng? Brother Peng, just ask for blessings at this time. I ran towards the front hall and wanted to rush out of the door. After running for two steps, I remembered some common sense of self-rescue that I had accumulated. When I encountered a fire

, the most fearful thing is the panic. Many people were not burned to death, but were killed by the thick smoke.

I took off my coat and put it all over my head, covering my nose and mouth, leaving only my eyes. I strengthened my legs and prepared to rush forward.

As soon as I ran to the front hall, the scene in front of me almost scared me to the point of incontinence.

I saw black shadows dancing in the blazing fire in the front hall. What kind of shadows were they? The picture of hell written by Brother Peng came alive.

Black fog, thick smoke, sparks flying everywhere like raindrops, countless naked men and women struggling in the fire, their hands reaching out to me through the red fire. Their round eyes, distorted expressions, and trembling faces

Muscles are really a living picture of suffering in hell.

Many little ghosts were scurrying about in the fire, with raised brows, waving steel forks in their hands, and laughing happily. If they didn't like anyone, they would go up with a fork and slap the person in the chest, causing the person to open his mouth and seem to be howling miserably.

There were many sinful souls trying to crawl out of the fire, and these little devils stabbed them back one by one with forks. The whole process was like playing a very interesting game.

There was a woman with long hair that was burned by the flames. She was rolling in the dazzling flames, and her two pink and huge breasts were shocking. At this time, even the most ferocious man could not have desire. When she saw me, she was like

I saw the savior in the distance, my eyes were weeping with blood, crawling on the ground, holding up my hands and reaching out to me.

At this time, a kid came from behind, grabbed her hair, dragged her on the ground, and then dragged her back into the fire.

I cried when I saw this scene. Do you know why? Because she turned out to be the goddess I worked with in the company. Ever since I let her go last time, she ignored me and we never had any interactions.

I really didn't expect to see her again in this place and in this way.

I feel dizzy and short of breath. The most terrifying thing is that there is no sound here, just like a silent movie. All I can see are faces that have suffered and been tortured. Please forgive me for not being able to repeat those expressions. First, I

I can’t describe it with my language level. Secondly, I don’t want to go through it in my mind again.
Chapter completed!