"Xiaoyu, why don't you come in? It's cold outside, be careful of freezing."
The old hall was in disrepair and the walls were mottled. A white-haired old man stepped out from the termite-eaten threshold. He was in good spirits. There was no sign of his old age. His face was full of wrinkles, but he was full of joyful smiles.
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The old man raised his right hand, holding a thick autumn coat, and waved to Feng Yu with his left hand, gesturing for him to come over.
A gust of cold autumn wind swept by, and Feng Yu felt two strands of coldness passing by his cheeks. The absolute zero of the iceberg hell could not shake him at all, but this wisp of autumn wind blowing away the dead leaves made him shiver.
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Feng Yu's feet seemed to have been injected with lead water, and each step weighed a thousand pounds. When he recalled it, the forgotten memories were reopened. Wasn't this scene the last time he met Wu Tian? He didn't even come
It’s time to say ‘goodbye’ to his dearest and most beloved grandfather.
Wu Tian's sacrifice gave him a second life, so that he could survive and reach this day; Wu Tian's teachings prevented him from degenerating into a despised mad dog, teaching him to be kind and tolerant, and to always have a compassionate heart.
Always leave a thin thread in your heart, give others a chance, and plant a good fruit for yourself.
Without the seven years of living together with Wu Tian, even if Feng Yu is still alive, he may be cowardly and inferior, he may be cruel, maybe, maybe, there are millions of possibilities, but he will never be what he is today, without Linglong.
He Zhimin's wholehearted love could not be respected by Zhuge Wuming from the bottom of his heart, he could not be taught selflessly, and he could not be recognized by Jiuyou Order.
At this moment, Wu Tian appeared in front of him. Even though he knew that this was probably an illusion of a wasted death, he didn't want to think about it, and he didn't dare to think about it. He was afraid that a gentle touch would shatter this dream.
Close, close, Feng Yu seemed to be able to smell the faint fragrance in the air, Begonia Zui, Wu Tian's favorite sandalwood.
Begonia is not the best among sandalwoods. It can be found in almost all untouchable homes. Wu Tian appreciates its indisputable, neither strong nor heavy fragrance. It is not noticeable, just like the Begonia flowers blooming quietly by the courtyard. Although it is
It is green, fat, red and thin, but does not compete with the flowers, which reflects Wu Tian's outlook on life.
With Wu Tian's cultivation, it is not difficult to find a position in the mortal world, but what he looks forward to is a free and easy life. Joining Luofu, not seeking wealth or power, just to fulfill his own commitment; giving up glory
Fugui, risking his life to rescue Feng Yu, just for the gratitude in his heart.
"Grandpa, is that you?"
Feng Yu stretched out her hand tremblingly, her eyes filled with excitement and anxiety.
"Xiaoyu, you're freezing. Look, you're starting to talk nonsense. Come in quickly and I'll make you a bowl of ginger soup to go away the cold."
Wu Tian put the autumn clothes on Feng Yu, and held Feng Yu with his skinny hands. Feng Yu felt the unusually familiar warmth from his palm that she had not felt for a long time.
Wu Tian arranged him to lie on the bed, covering his body with thick cotton wool. The cotton wool was very old and shabby but very clean. He didn't feel any discomfort when covering his body. The magnificent palace and the fairy-like mountain peaks made countless people crazy.
It's so crazy, but in Feng Yu's heart, it can't even compare to the chances of this dilapidated hut, because this is his real home and the haven of his soul. There are no intrigues, no traps, and no one forces him to do anything.
Things he doesn't want to do.
Feng Yu's brain stopped thinking and he stared blankly at the spiders weaving webs on the ceiling. It felt so good to go home. He hadn't been so relaxed for a long time. At this moment, he was not the ninth son of the Tianfeng Luo family, nor the Wangchen Sect.
The closed disciple of Jiuxianzi is not the reincarnation of Emperor Xiang Tianwen of the Underworld. He is just the grandson of Wu Tian, a child who needs to be cared for.
"Good boy Xiaoyu, get up and drink the ginger soup before going to bed."
Feng Yu obediently took the bowl and took a sip. It was sweet. Feng Yu didn't like the taste of ginger, so every time Wu Tian made ginger soup, he would add some brown sugar to cover up the astringent taste.
smell.
The following life was very ordinary, but Feng Yu had a smile on his face all the time. The reunion with Wu Tian made him let go of everything on his mind, make tea, admire the moon, compose music and play chess. In the blink of an eye, he changed from one person to another in half a year.
The fingertips slipped away, and Feng Yu was still immersed in the ocean of happiness, without any sign of waking up.
"Lord, do you think Luo Fengyu can get out of the hell of wasted death?"
Standing silently behind Mr. Fu Shi, through the Yuan Guang Realm, he observed everything Feng Yu experienced in the Fu Shi Hell. In fact, less than a cup of tea had passed in the outside world. He found that Feng Yu was gradually intoxicated in the illusion of Fu Shi Hell,
Shen Mo was indescribably anxious. After all the journey, he was just one step away from completing the task. Feng Yu could leave the eighteenth level of hell, and he could also successfully complete the task entrusted by Cui Pan and get the reward.
The reward he deserved, but now he has fallen short, it is really difficult for him to accept it.
"Are you worried about him again?" Mr. Wu Shi didn't move and asked with his back turned.
Every word of Mr. Fu Si's words was like a sledgehammer hitting his heart, making him realize what a terrifying existence was standing in front of him. He was also the master of the eighteenth level of hell, but Shi Mo knew that he was also the master of Fu Si.
Not as good as one finger.
"No, no, why would I be worried about a ghost?" Silence replied guiltily, quietly wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.
In the Underworld of Underworld, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, in addition to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, Ten Palaces of Yama, and the Four Great Judges, there are many people who he, the little warden of tongue-pulling hell, cannot afford to suffer. He can take it easy and unhurried.
Facing the other wardens, he didn't even have the courage to face the man who died in vain. The gap, the absolute gap, did not allow for the slightest transcendence.
"The world only thinks that the Hell of Wasted Death is to punish those ghosts who do not cherish their lives and commit suicide, but they do not know that ghosts who commit suicide are the most terrifying of all ghosts. If they are not afraid of death, they will naturally not be afraid of ghosts, gods, heaven and earth.
Fear of reincarnation.
But they also have weaknesses. The thing they gave up their lives for is the most painful pain in their hearts, their biggest scar, and their fatal weakness.
The illusion of the hell of wasted death is not scary. What is really scary is that the hell of wasted death can unearth the desires, money, power, hatred, love, family, friendship, whatever it is that are buried deep in the heart by ghosts. The hell of wasted death can be based on this.
Create everything the ghost desires.
What confuses them is not the illusion created by the Hell of Undeserved Death, but themselves. It is they who have bound themselves. Even if they know it is false, their hearts do resist the truth, because once they leave the Hell of Undead Death, the cruel facts will make them
They can't breathe. It's ten thousand times more painful than letting them die. Do you think he will be willing to wake up?"
The shrill laughter of Mr. Fu Shi reverberated in the Fu Shi Hell. Silence, who was very close to him, felt his heart tremble, and the idea of escape immediately emerged from the bottom of his heart.
"Feng Yu, Feng Yu."
"Who calls me again?" Feng Yu was cleaning the fallen leaves in the courtyard, and suddenly he received two powerful thoughts in his mind. The two thoughts came from different people, but they were both calling him. He Gujing Wubo
His heart fluctuated, and he was sure that these two thoughts were emanating from the people he cared about and cared about him at the critical moment of life and death.
"Feng Yu, what's wrong?"
"Grandpa, it seems someone needs me to rescue him."
"You have thin arms and thin legs. Who can you save? Do you want to abandon grandpa?"
Seeing Wu Tian's cloudy face, Feng Yu was shaken. He didn't want Wu Tian to leave him, let alone Wu Tian to be sad for him, and he couldn't remember who was calling him.
"Asshole."
The anger of the Master of Wasted Death made the space of the Hell of Wasted Death solidify. He never expected that he would have the will to pass through the barrier of life and death to reach the Underworld Hell. He also broke into the Hell of Wasted Death in front of his eyes and almost awakened Feng Yu. This was his
Unexpected.
In the countless years he has been in charge of the Hell of In vain, this is the first time such a thing has happened. This sudden change proves that Feng Yu is indeed weird. It seems that his decision to deal with Feng Yu personally is very correct.
After the news came from Warden Zhongzhen, the Eighteenth Level of Hell was completely in motion. All the intelligence agencies were running wildly. Countless information was collected and integrated and handed over to the hands of Mr. Wangsui. Fengyu's birth and experience, what happened in the Palace of Hell
Incidents, including Cui Pan secretly meeting with Silence, were included.
The final reason why Mr. Wang Shi decided to show up in person was that there was no record of Feng Yu’s death or previous life in the news. Feng Yu’s appearance was extremely sudden, and the more it did, the weirder it seemed. This really aroused Mr. Wang Shi’s interest.
Master Wushu is the true master of the eighteenth level of hell. He is on the same level as the Ten Palaces of Yama. He has not appeared for thousands of years. He did not expect to encounter such an impossible thing when he appeared in this world. This is a sign of his majesty.
Humiliation in disguise. Moreover, in order to trap Feng Yu and draw out the real black hand hidden behind him, he deliberately maximized the deceptive power of the Hell of Wasted Death, so it is not unreasonable for him to be so angry.
"It's a waste of time to lose yourself in the city, and bewilder the heaven and the earth."
The dark bracelet flew out from the wrist of Mr. Wang Shi. Surprisingly, this bracelet actually had violent soul fluctuations, just like a living person. The thousands of rays of light emitted by the bracelet instantly and completely blocked the Hell of Wang Shi, and the world Feng Yu was in also became
More realistic.
"You're in vain, my lord."
The act of killing the master in vain was clearly aimed at Feng Yu, so Silence roared angrily.
"Shut up, you are nothing. You are just a lackey of the Tenth Hall of Hell. This is the eighteenth level of hell, not the Hall of Hell. You will not be allowed to interrupt what I do. If you keep talking nonsense, I will let you die in vain."
The punishment of hell will make you speechless forever."
Master Wu Shi reached out and grabbed hold of Silence's long tongue in the palm of his hand, waving it around at will. The long tongue tied Silence himself into a big rice dumpling, but he didn't even dare to think of resistance and endured the pain at the base of his tongue.
Painful, he lay quietly on the ground, fearing that he would be thrown into the hell of wasted death, and that would be the real doom.