Get away - the door god opened his eyes angrily and roared at the gray-haired rat who still had a ghost left.
The gray-haired rat floated to the field with a gust of wind. He didn't know where to go, but something grabbed his neck. He couldn't move, but he could still speak: Have mercy on me! I have died once, and it was a very miserable death. If you don’t believe me, take a look at my burnt body in the grass.
Who doesn’t know that you died once? Now it’s time for you to leave with me. You are no longer the original Xiaomo. You are just Xiaomo’s soul. Why are you still lingering on your miserable body?
Which god are you? What's the benefit of me going with you? The gray-haired rat thought, it doesn't matter if he died once, he died again, or even a hundred times. When this thought came to mind, the neck that was being strangled seemed to be extremely painful. The pain was as uncomfortable as burning oil and fire when it was dying, but it felt that the fingers that were pinching it were not exerting any force. What was going on? Without any thought, it instinctively shouted for mercy: I will go with you, please don’t make me feel uncomfortable.
Okay, I'll take you away right now.
The gray-haired rat suddenly felt that its body was relaxed and no longer uncomfortable. It turned around and recognized the animal god standing in front of it. Reincarnated as a human?
Ha... You don't have to be like this. Get up quickly. I can't decide what you will become after reincarnation. This is determined by your karma. Don't say more. The Sihu God suddenly waved his arm, and there was a deep cave in front of him: Come with me through this cave and find your own destination!
The gray-haired rat crawled toward the hole. It was dark inside, with the sound of gurgling water and the patter of wind, but it didn't feel cold, but was filled with fear. I don't know how far I had climbed, but I saw a fire ahead. The gray-haired rat hesitated in fear. Si Zhu asked him why he didn't leave. He said he was afraid of fire, and he was burned to death by the oil fire.
Don't worry, it'll be fine. Seeing that the gray-haired rat not only refused to leave, but also retreated to the back, the Animal God Si said: What you are seeing now is the fire of hell. The souls of animals that should not go to hell will not harm themselves even if they pass through hell. After hearing this, the gray-haired rat became more courageous, and walked around to the front again, staring intently at the fire - it was scorching the sky and the earth, and the tongues of fire were full of spirits sobbing. The tongues of fire were as big as pythons, hissing, and countless spirits turned into smoke. , the spirits are as numerous as clouds, and when they are shaken, their muscles instantly turn to ashes. Those who fly in the sky, those who walk on the ground, those who run on the mountains, those who swim in the water, those who are burned are those who jump on two legs and those who stand on three legs. Those who run on four legs, those who crawl on many legs. There are also hairy ones, hairless ones, ferocious, ugly and aggressive ones. They are of all kinds and extremely different, and they all go into the fire pit to soar into the flames. The melancholy and miserable ones all bloom with the sparks of sorrow.
At that moment, the gray-haired rat asked the Animal God, "There are also rats in the huge fire pit. I am also a rat. If I take a step forward, won't I be in danger of being burned?" The Animal God Si smiled and said: You are asking a strange question. He let the gray-haired rat look at the wall of the cave illuminated by fire, and it instantly became a magical screen, with a horrifying scene appearing on it: a middle-aged man's naked body was covered with lupus erythematosus, and he scratched it desperately with both hands. Puss and blood flowed from the scratching, and even his ten fingers were infected. Sores appeared on the joints of each finger, and each one was swollen. The man used one hand to scratch the itch on his body. Since the itch was not relieved, he also used his other hand, which meant that the two hands alternated and scratched fiercely. To say it was scratching is not accurate enough, because if you use enough force, you can say it is scratching. These actions were performed alone in the house. His children occasionally opened the door and told him not to scratch the itch, saying that pus and blood were bleeding from his body and it would be best to apply medicine. He said: My child, I applied the medicine several times, but it didn’t apply well. My body felt hot and itchy, and I felt so uncomfortable without scratching. Go away, kid! Otherwise, it will infect you. Your mother divorced me because she disliked my illness.
Suddenly, the Animal God Si waved his hand, and the images on the cave wall disappeared. The gray-haired rat asked: What do you mean by showing me the man with abscesses all over his body? What is his relationship with the various spirits burned in the fire pit? The Sihu God waved his hand again, and the image on the cave wall appeared again: it was still the middle-aged man, demonstrating his previous behavior and incidents. He was originally a hunter and liked to hunt birds. In the past, he used a shotgun to shoot birds one by one. Later, he came up with a more vicious trick and set up a snare in the forest. He could catch multiple birds at one time, even several birds. They range from ten to hundreds, and thousands of them can be caught in a year. Most of the birds he captured were live birds, and he was too lazy to kill them. Instead, he burned a lot of firewood in the field in front of the door, covered the live birds with mud one by one, and put them into the fire to burn. The live birds were not dead yet, and they burned them with hatred. Staring at the ferocious man, he jumped to life in pain and then died miserably. The man was afraid that the bird meat would not be cooked enough, so he opened the fire tongue and buried it in it to burn. After a while, the bird meat was fragrant, so he picked it up with fire scissors and spread them one by one on the long table. There is a dining table next to it, with vinegar, soy sauce, chili powder, chopped green onion and other condiments on it, all served in small dishes.
The man gave a demonstration. He peeled off a weight of dried mud, and inside was hot and tender bird meat. He used a knife to remove the internal organs of the bird, leaving only soft meat, and then tore it off piece by piece. Open it, dip it in vinegar, soy sauce, and sprinkle with some chopped green onion. It tastes weird. If you like spicy food, you can also sprinkle some chili powder. It will taste spicy and delicious, and you will be sweating. The man enjoyed the mud-barbecued bird meat. There was no need to advertise, so it was naturally spread widely. Many villagers gathered around to watch, then had a taste, and then bought them one by one. In this way, the man put a large pile of firewood on the firewood. The more it burns, the more prosperous it becomes, and the business becomes more and more prosperous. If it rains, it will be cooked in the main room. At first, the villagers will eat it. Later, when the city people know about it, they will come in groups or one after another to try it. When people from the city came, the man raised the price because he felt that the people from the city were rich.
Later, the supply of these barbecued bird meat exceeded the demand, and the man was about to hunt more birds in the mountains. At this time, red bumps began to appear on his body. It slowly becomes larger and spreads to the whole body from the armpits, palms, and crooks of the feet. He was holding on tight, thinking he would recover in a few days, but unexpectedly the itching got worse and worse, and he couldn't sleep well all night long because of the itching. He went to see a doctor and took a lot of medicine, food, touch, and washing. He also lost several bottles of medicine, but still no improvement. Not only did he spend all the money he earned from selling barbecued bird meat, but he also lost all his previous savings. Now he has no money to treat his scrapie. , had to scratch painfully, resulting in blurred pus and blood, heat and swelling on the body, and an unpleasant fishy smell.
When the gray-haired rat saw this, it still didn't understand. It stretched out its forelimbs to grab the animal god and said, "What's going on? Why am I getting more and more confused?" The Animal God Si secretly thought: After all, he is an animal, extremely stupid. He snapped his fingers, and the image on the wall changed again. I saw a small official from the underworld caught the man suffering from itching, hooked his soul away, and then handed it over to the King of Hell. The King of Hell made him kneel on the ground and asked him what crime he had committed. He actually answered that he had not committed any crime. The King of Hell said that you burned countless birds alive and deserved death. What is unforgivable is that once, when the birds were in a hurry, you caught a few baby swallows from the bird's nest in the rafter, mashed them with mud, burned them alive, and sold them as bird meat. Now thousands of bird souls have come to the underworld to sue, and you deserve to die. After hearing this, the man started to tremble. The King of Hell pointed at him and continued: Now let your soul become a vulture. This will also be your form in the next life.
As soon as he finished speaking, the man began to transform, turning into a fierce vulture in the blink of an eye. The Lord of Hell told an underworld official to grab it and throw it into the pit of fire so that it could experience the pain of being burned by the fire.
