"Save" was trembling, as if there was nothing in this hell worth saving.
Chen Yi walks on bloody water.
The flame in his hand was weak, but it was the only light.
Following the flowing blood, Chen Yi raised his eyes.
A five-year-old boy crawled forward on his knees, his mouth opened sluggishly, and smelly blood flowed from his mouth.
The boy's face had lost all color. There was a thick illusory hemp rope on his thin neck, which caused deep blood marks.
The boy was strangled to death by his father.
And the hemp rope is still tightening.
Following the hemp rope, Chen Yi looked at the end of the rope.
With a ghostly grinning face, the boy's father laughed and strangled him into hell.
The boy is like his donkey and horse, and his father is like driving an ox cart, pulling him from afar, and the boy pulls the disabled man forward.
He waved his hand, and the boy's father vanished into thin air.
Chen Yi walked to the boy's side.
The boy raised his face, full of confusion,
Chen Yi gently bent down,
His eyes turned greedy.
Baring his fangs, the boy struggled to get up, his knees twisted inwards, and he rushed over, trying to snatch the fire and light.
Then, he too dissipated.
He is not the one worth saving.
Chen Yi continued to walk on the land of hell.
Those ghosts swarmed over like locusts.
They walked towards Him, and when they looked up, they saw the fierce light of hatred.
He waved his hands to disperse them as he walked.
Despair among tens of thousands of ghosts, they wailed and wept, watching helplessly as He annihilated themselves along with despair.
He walks in his own light and shadow.
Those ghosts are like moths fluttering into the fire, and are annihilated in the fire.
They crowded the horizon blackly, seemingly endlessly.
Finally, they prostrated themselves on the ground out of fear and gave way to a highway.
Pass by these ghosts.
Continuing to move further into the distance, Chen Yi felt a gloomy gaze staring closely at him.
Looking back, a barbarian wearing animal skins and holding a stone ax was following behind him from a distance.
Chen Yi ignored him. Strong winds came from all directions, destroying the barren land. The ghosts in the distance were peeled off layers of skin by the strong winds and whined endlessly. This country of the netherworld was devastated.
And He stood tall in the stormy wind.
As He walked, the wind roared louder and the earth trembled.
Out of place, He walked in hell.
The abominable monsters hidden in the darkness stared at him in fear.
Their appearance caused distortion and shock to freeze on the ghost's face.
Chen Yi found that the coldness that had just been dispersed was quickly occupied by the darkness behind him as he walked past.
In the distance, the outline of the cliff appears on the mist-free land.
He heard the distant rocky cliffs,
Some people shouted at the top of their lungs against the strong wind,
"Put away the fire and the light that make our world wail and fear."
Chen Yi was startled. He had never thought that the fire he lit randomly for lighting would have such consequences.
Just now I was accepting the guidance of "salvation".
“Salvation” also brings divinity in a steady stream.
Chen Yi put away the fire and walked towards the stone cliff.
Under the blood-colored stone cliff, a man with unkempt hair and a bloody face was impaled on several sharp wooden stakes.
He raised his face, but because half of his jaw was torn apart, he could only move the other half.
"You disturbed this stagnant water." When the man spoke, black blood splashed from his chin.
"Who are you?" Chen Yi asked.
"I am a poet. Because of my talent, I was imprisoned here by the Lord of Suffering." The man's words were full of sorrow, "Writing poems for hell."
Then, under Chen Yi's gaze, he worked his body to sink down, and tried his best to kneel on the ground. With a strong force from his body, he squeezed his head and kowtowed.
"Please, please, please give me a poem. My talent is exhausted and I don't want to suffer this piercing torture forever," he cried, blood squeezing out of his eyes. "As long as I have a poem, I can break free." These stakes, enjoy a moment of freedom.”
"Why?"
"I can be your guide and take you through hell."
"good."
When the man heard this, he was overjoyed and shed tears of blood.
Chen Yi looked around this desolate hell and said calmly: "Jealousy, greed, and arrogance are the three sparks that burn people's hearts."
This is from "The Divine Comedy".
The man raised his face, and the wooden stake piercing his body seemed to hear the order and slowly retreated. He put his hands on the ground. Chen Yi saw those dark and dense holes with blood.
The man stood up, twisted half of his jaw, and while howling in pain on the other side, he broke it off and threw it to the ground.
"Oh, Lord of Faith, Lord of Salvation, that's what I should call you." The man searched for the words of praise in his mind, "That sentence is so philosophical, I can't even write three of them."
The King of Faith, the Lord of Salvation.
This is the name given to the true religion’s main god in ancient times.
"Let's go, take me to visit hell." Chen Yi said calmly: "I want to meet the master who created hell."
The Lord sees the Lord.
The man's whole body was trembling. He straightened up his broken body and introduced himself: "My name is Moore, and I will take you through the nine hells."
Chen Yi ignored him, turned around, pointed at the barbarian who had been following him and asked, "Who is he? Why are you following me?"
Moore carefully distinguished the barbarian, faced Chen Yi and said in surprise: "He has no name, but I recognize him!"
"Um?"
"He was the first person in the world to use fire. Although he brought light, he also destroyed people's virtues.
Causes greed to flourish. Therefore, he fell into hell and suffered the pain of eternal pursuit.
He is trying to chase the fire in your hand. "
Moore said with tone.
When the savages saw that they had discovered him, they turned around quickly and ran away.
Chen Yi watched him go away.
"Let's go," He said.
Moore led the way, and soon they reached a dark field.
A group of ghosts dressed as trackers, pulling a huge gray wooden boat.
On the gray wooden boat, a little man with hair on his face pressed against the wood pulp that was out of proportion to his figure.
"Riga, this noble being and I want to cross the River Styx twice." Moore raised his head and said to the villain.
Riga glared at him, then looked Chen Yi up and down, showing an attentive smile.
"Two gold coins, two gold coins." He rubbed his hands.
Moore dug out two gold coins stuck to the wall of his intestines and threw them onto the gray wooden boat.
Riga took it and lowered the boat ladder.
They boarded the ship.
Chen Yi lowered his head and saw the trackers covered in mud, holding the huge boat and walking towards the center of the river.
On the dark river, human faces floated one after another.
"What crime have they committed?" Chen Yi asked, pointing to the trackers.
"They are trackers from all over the world,
But he doesn't want to endure hardship and is lazy all day long,
Therefore, it fell here to support the ship. "
Moore said with contempt in his eyes.
The huge gray wooden boat quickly sailed to the other side.
Among the trackers, several were missing.
He and Moore got off the boat, and Chen Yi found that the terrain on the other side of the river was lower than before.
"This is another level of hell, and we will keep going deeper." Moore introduced it at the right time.
Chen Yi nodded.
"It's not just those who believe in the Temple of the Cross." Then, Moore said: "Everyone will fall into hell, but the ones who sin the most will fall deeper.
In different hells, you will suffer different kinds of suffering. "
