Peng Gang and I stood at the entrance of the stairs for a while. The flashlight fell on the iron door and formed two spots of light. The door was covered with dark brown rust.

Peng Gang rubbed his face and walked down step by step, and I followed closely behind. When he came to the iron gate, he was about to make a move. I stretched out my hand first, grabbed the handle, and said to him firmly: "

Let me do it."

He didn't say anything, just moved aside and stood aside.

I pulled hard, and the iron door opened with a jaw-dropping sound. It was as black as thick ink, and nothing could be seen inside. I shined a flashlight in, but the blackness was like a black hole.

It can also swallow up light. Looking in from the outside, it is horrifyingly black inside, like mist that cannot be dissipated.

Peng Gang's throat was boiling. He stood behind me and his voice was trembling: "Old Liu, why doesn't the flashlight work well?"

His unintentional words suddenly reminded me, and I suddenly thought of Luo Fengxiuxian's secret room. That secret room also couldn't be illuminated by a flashlight, so it could only use natural light. I thought about it, turned off the flashlight and pinned it to my waist.

He took out a lighter from his pocket, flicked it, and a flame ignited.

I held the lighter and reached into the darkness, and sure enough it lit up a small area. There seemed to be a lot of space inside, and the sound of air flowing was very loud and whistling, like a mountain wind whining in the darkness. The flames were blown wildly by the wind.

It was moving, and the firelight was flickering. I looked at it, but I couldn't see clearly what was inside.

Just as I was about to go in, Peng Gang grabbed me and said in a bitter voice: "Old Liu, I don't smoke and I don't have a lighter."

"Then wait for me outside." I said calmly.

Peng Gang looked inside the iron gate, then looked back at the stairs, stroking his shoulders with a hesitant expression.

I patted him: "Don't worry, I have experienced many similar things. I am more capable and experienced than you think. Besides, your father is looking for me, and you will only cause trouble if you go in."

Peng Gang disagreed and shook his head with a grimace. He thought I was trying to comfort him. He thought for a while and said, "I'll drag you. Let's go in together and come out quickly if something goes wrong."

I sighed: "Okay. We can't be completely wiped out. There must be someone who goes out to report the news. Otherwise, he disappears for no reason, and his death will be unjust, haha."

Peng Gang nodded and reached out his hand to grab my clothes.

I held up the lighter and led him into the iron gate.

The temperature inside was very low, and it felt like the wind was blowing on my face. The light from the lighter was limited, and not much could be seen. I sketched out a sketch in my mind. This place should be a very large underground parking lot or something like that.

The vastness of the location was my most intuitive first impression.

It was dark, and it was such a big place, so I had no sense of direction at all. I could only rely on my own feelings and try my best to walk in a straight line.

Walking in such a hellish place, I felt awkward all over and felt that every step was in danger. Every step I took had to muster a lot of courage. My nerves were tense, just like walking on a tightrope.

Not far after walking out, I tripped over something under my feet, and there was a "click" sound. Peng Gang said from behind: "What?"

The previous sound didn't make any sense, but Peng Gang's cold words made me feel numb with fear. I turned around to look at him, and this guy was completely submerged in darkness, and I could only see the one holding the corner of my clothes.

hand.

I said in a trembling voice: "Can you say hello next time you speak? I'm so scary that I'll scare people to death."

His face was illuminated by the firelight and looked a little pale: "Old Liu, look at what it is."

I looked down and saw a p3 player on the ground. Next to the player, there was a piece of A4 paper with words on it.

I knelt down, picked up the piece of paper with the footprints on it, and put the lighter over to look at it. At this time, Peng Gang also put his head over, and I felt hot air spraying on my ears. When I turned around and looked at his big face, I almost didn't get scared.

He glanced at him angrily and continued to read the words on the paper.

There are two big black characters written on it: Play.

I picked my nose, not knowing what it meant. Peng Gang poked me: "Hurry up and play it."

Fuck, you don’t have to say it. I thought about it, okay, I’ve already taken advantage of others, let’s see what kind of medicine Brother Peng is selling in his gourd.

I picked up the p3 player on the ground and pressed the play button. A piece of gentle and melodious music slowly came out. Peng Gang and I looked at each other. This was the lullaby that Brother Peng heard when he was alone in the basement.

Along with the music, a magnetic middle-aged man's voice came out: "Slowly close your eyes and follow my voice, take a deep breath, exhale and inhale."

The sound slowly spread away in the darkness. I looked around, and I always felt that something was stirring in the depths of the darkness. This feeling was very unpleasant, like a pretty boy holding soap and walking naked into a prison.

The bathing hall of the prison.

I was breathing rapidly, and the feeling of danger was getting stronger and stronger. I turned around and said to Peng Gang: "Get out quickly. You have nothing to do here."

"I, I" He looked at the way back, stammering and speechless. I knew that without light, he would not have the courage to walk through the darkness.

I searched around on the ground and found a long piece of rag. I lit it with a lighter. The flames suddenly started to burn. It was estimated that the burning speed was enough for him to run to the exit. Peng Gang took the piece of cloth and looked at me.

, I waved my hand: "Go quickly. If I disappear for more than three days, you go find Li Damin. You have his phone number. Ask him to notify my home. I don't need to tell you the rest."

Peng Gang murmured: "As for that?"

Looking at his mother-in-law, I felt irritated and shouted: "Get out of here."

He carried the cloth angrily and walked into the darkness. I shouted at his back: "When you get to the door, knock on the iron door to reassure me."

I stood in the darkness, holding the radio in my hand, and the sound flowed from my fingers. I racked my brain and couldn't figure out what this Brother Peng was going to do.

I put the radio on the ground, held up the lighter and continued to move forward. I didn't go far when I heard the iron door clang. I breathed a sigh of relief. Peng Gang was safe. Now I am here alone. I can finally be free.

act.

I am a solitary person who makes my own decisions and doesn't like teamwork. I am a natural scout.

I don't know how long I walked, but in the faint firelight, a wall appeared. The wall was dark and dirty, and there seemed to be random graffiti on it. There was something in front of the wall, which made my eyebrows jump.

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It was a very old-fashioned lamp with a long shelf and a black lamp bowl on top, which was filled with yellow lamp oil. At this time, the music suddenly stopped, and there was only the man's voice, which was very sweet and kind.

He just said two words: "Light up."

I breathed quickly, wiped the cold sweat from my head, shakily put the lighter into the bowl, and "suddenly" the flames burst out and lit up a large area.

It was okay if it didn't light up, but when it turned on, it illuminated the graffiti on the wall, and I was so scared that I took two steps back.

There is a gloomy ancient temple painted on the wall, with the leaden sky in the background. This ancient temple has a strange structure and ancient form. Because the walls are covered with water stains and spider webs, the whole temple looks foggy and depressing.

I feel uncomfortable inside. The weirdest thing is that there are two red lanterns lit at the entrance of the temple, saying it is festive or not, saying it is depressing or not, giving off a fairy tale atmosphere. This picture refers to the official address of this story, on Mo Tie

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I walked along the wall into the darkness, and not far out, another ancient lamp appeared. I lit it tremblingly, and the fire suddenly illuminated, and the graffiti murals on the wall continued to extend. The painting on this wall seemed to be

It was a huge disaster. Houses collapsed, ruins were broken, and dead people were everywhere. It was like a mountain of corpses. The sky was still leaden gray, and a long procession came from the darkness.

There is a faint black shadow in the distance of the team, and the appearance of the team can be seen in the near distance. There are three of them. The people in the front are holding spiritual flags, and the people in the middle are carrying black drums. The faces of the people in the team are unclear.

, like walking out of hell, stepping through the city of corpses, and entering hell again.

Both paintings have an unrealistic and surreal feeling. The paintings are lifelike and touching. The characters or buildings in each painting are very lifelike and appear on the wall. Especially the weird team, which really looks like someone going to fight.

It's like walking down the wall.

I continued walking down, and after walking a few meters there was an ancient lamp. After it was lit, it illuminated a wall. Each of the graffiti pictures on the wall was extremely sadistic. Some showed a group of dogs attacking a living person.

It was bitten into pieces, dripping with blood, and the blood-red intestines were dragged all over the floor. Some pictures painted a huge platform on the mountain, with many figures floating like black smoke standing on it, looking at the city beyond the thick clouds in the distance.

There were a few large blood-red characters written on the table, which let me know what the theme of these paintings was.

The words on the platform are: Wangxiang Terrace.

Legend has it that the Wangxiang Terrace is the only way for ghosts to enter the underworld after death. Standing on the Wangxiang Terrace, the dead souls can look back on their relatives and friends in the mortal world, and even see their own bodies that are about to rot in this life. This feeling can be imagined and heartbreaking.

Split lung, excruciating pain. From then on, yin and yang are separated, humans and ghosts follow different paths, and all love and hate are gone with the wind.

If the graffiti on the wall is done by Brother Peng, it can only be done by him. What he painted is the underworld.

I walked forward along the wall, and the pictures on the wall also entered hell as the underworld gradually progressed. I won’t describe each of the eighteen levels of hell. Each picture is endless torture, full of blood, tears and pain.

It shows the wisdom and imagination of human beings in abusing their fellow humans.

I felt chills all over my body, and my legs were walking down uncontrollably. I only glanced at some pictures in a hurry and didn't dare to take a closer look. It felt like there was a big stone in my heart, and the discomfort was indescribable.

The speaker is still playing soothing music, and the baritone voice is still full of magnetism: "Relax, take a deep breath to my rhythm, and you will find yourself entering a beautiful realm."

The cold sweat on my body had soaked my clothes. Although I was scared after seeing so many scenes of suffering in hell, I had a vague feeling in my heart that something was missing. At this time, I lit the last ancient lamp.

I have a strong hunch that this last picture should be the most sadistic in the whole scene. Brother Peng must have hidden his ultimate move until the end.

The flames in the ancient lamp lit up, everything around me gradually lit up, and I finally saw the final arrangement.
Chapter completed!