Late Night Bookstore

Vol 3 Chapter 310: Nightmare strikes, the door to **** opens!

Tick...

The sound of water drops falling continuously,

With a kind of absolute air ringing, it kept echoing around.

A drop of water fell on Zhou Ze's forehead, and Zhou Ze slowly opened his eyes.

Wake up this time,

He only felt that a cold and stiff feeling came under him, which made him very uncomfortable.

Intuition tells him that he didn't wake up on the bedroom bed this time, and there will not be a Baiyingying who must be by his side every time he wakes up.

Yes,

Surrounded by a depressed depression,

Above the head, there are dark clouds, and the distance between the sky and the earth is drawn infinitely here, making this sense of oppression even stronger;

In the gap between the dark clouds, there was a broken blood moon hanging there. It was not lighting or shining. It was more like an eye, standing silently on the top and staring at everything below with joking and mocking emotions. .

Here,

Not human,

Instead,

hell!

Sitting up, Zhou Ze suddenly felt a little hot. It was that kind of stuffiness, which made people panic and uncomfortable, just like being thrown into a sealed truck compartment in the summer.

Supporting the ground with his hands, he slowly stood up and looked around. Zhou Ze found a pit beside him.

The pit is not very big,

The area of a small pond,

Not very deep,

It's the height of two people.

The pit was covered with a layer of yellow-brown grass, dense and dense, but lifeless, like the hair of countless old ladies, fluttering back and forth with the hot wind.

A bit,

Familiar.

Zhou Ze silently took two steps forward,

Then he remembered,

Here,

Indeed familiar,

Because he has been there several times.

Originally, there should be a pond filled with water, as if the dead's grievances, on the side of the Huangquan Road, the water was dripping and gathered to gather the landscape.

Deep in the pond,

There should also be the old acquaintance of Zhou Ze,

Faceless woman.

just,

The scene in front of me clearly has a feeling of "people go empty",

The water is gone,

The faceless woman is gone,

It seemed as if a hand reached here, tearing off all vitality here.

hell,

Will it be drought?

This question floated in Zhou Ze's heart,

at this time,

It should be a dream,

Dream back to hell.

Zhou Ze remembers a celebrity named "Dante" in foreign history who traveled to **** while dreaming and woke up and wrote a book called "Divine Comedy".

After rebirth, Zhou Ze specially found this book and read it in a solemn manner that he had never seen before.

After reading it, Zhou Ze confirmed that the celebrity had indeed dreamed,

But it was a daydream,

The **** he described and what Zhou Ze saw with his own eyes were not a place at all.

Zhou Ze looked into the distance, there was Huangquan Road.

No matter day or night, whenever

The road will always be dense and busy,

Because people are dying every moment,

Regardless of the way of death, there are many strange things, but the destination of the dead is here.

however,

When looking at the past,

Zhou Ze saw that although Huangquan Road was still full of dangdang, those people did not continue to move forward, but lined up row by row, like primary school students lining up to participate in the flag-raising ceremony.

A gap was vacated on Huangquan Road, just like the emergency lane on the highway.

From the perspective of Zhou Ze, the dead souls on Huangquan Road seem to be going to participate in the "Yellow River Chorus", but almost no one has started.

Then there is the majestic mountain tsunami:

"The wind is roaring. The horse is barking. The Yellow River is roaring. The Yellow River is roaring..."

Breathing is a bit difficult. Although you don’t need to breathe in **** at all, you can still feel the kind of horrible depression from the chest.

I felt like an ant that was thrown on a pancake pan. It would scorch after a few taps.

Zhou Ze continued to walk forward, he slowly walked to the side of Huangquan Road, and then walked up.

Here, why is it so hot,

and also,

People on Huangquan Road,

Why did it stop?

at this time,

Zhou Ze suddenly heard a shout from a distance,

Turned his head to look over,

A group of people are rushing here.

If they can still be considered human.

Because, although they retain the image of people, they have been tortured all over the body, and have long been completely tortured by various tortures.

This is a degree of abuse that is difficult to describe with words,

When Tang Shi was still in the bookstore,

Zhou Ze once asked Tang poetry, what is the difference between torture in **** and reality?

Because although they are all "stolen passengers" in hell, Zhou Ze only tasted at the periphery, leaning on his nails, and came out in advance. The madness in the depths of hell, he had never experienced it.

Therefore, in the face of Tang poetry, when he hears the word "hell" always shakes his expression, Zhou Ze has a strong curiosity.

Because it is unknown, so curious.

I'm curious why such a tough and strong girl is so secretive about those two words.

Tang Shi’s answer is very concise,

Probably means,

Human torture should be careful not to kill people directly, because once the tortured person dies, there is no point in torture.

Torture in **** is different, they can have 10,000 ways to ensure that your soul will not collapse,

then,

On this basis,

All kinds of torture that torture people are like little angels who have lost their shackles,

Start to show crazy imagination from the working people of hell.

What Zhou Ze saw was running towards himself,

Just a bunch of criminals.

They are running, they are running at a loss, they may not know why they want to run, or where they can go, but they are still running.

perhaps,

For them,

Can run,

this process,

In this enduring tortured life in hell,

It is also a kind of happiness.

Because of their running, many of the dead souls on the nearby Huangquan Road also had a little change. They originally showed other emotional waves on their faces when they were numb on their heels.

people,

There is a herd emotion,

And the ants are still stealing, let alone humans.

Just when Zhou Ze thought that the domino effect was about to be lifted,

"Snapped!"

With a whip,

Like a thunder crashed down!

The dead souls who had just a little strange color on their face on Huangquan Road instantly became numb again under this sound,

Even among the group of criminals, a few running people stopped and ran numbly to the side, and were included in the standing army of Huangquan Road.

But there are still many people continue to run, even if they are very uncomfortable now, even if they are very confused now, but they are like moths,

Continue to run forward.

Running in front,

Is a girl,

In the real world, to describe how a girl is avant-garde, you can say how little she wears and how easy it is to cover the meat,

The girl in front of me,

More avant-garde,

Because she doesn’t have much meat,

There is a little on the face,

There is a little swing on the chest,

There are a few traces on the legs,

The avant-garde is almost impossible to add.

Zhou Ze reached out subconsciously to stop her,

Even preparing to use his own nails,

But at this moment,

The second whip came,

Zhou Ze only felt that he was numb with ten fingers, and his fingers were connected together, and immediately a painful pain passed on, which made him a little unbearable, and at the same time, made him feel a little vigilant.

The criminals ran out one by one in front of Zhou Ze,

Zhou Ze lowered his head and found that his nails were already bloody. Some prisoners even exaggeratedly penetrated Zhou Ze directly, as if Zhou Ze didn't exist at all.

Yes,

I’m not really coming back,

This is just a dream.

I don’t know how many prisoners ran past me,

Behind,

Another group of people chased them up. They were dressed in black and white costumes, with iron chains and shackles in their hands. Some of the criminals who stopped running were caught by them directly.

At last,

Zhou Ze saw a woman wearing a phoenix crown in the crowd,

It seems that it's about thirty or forty,

The face was smeared with a thick layer of rouge, and it was even hard to see her true face.

But in her hand,

Holding a leather whip,

This is a purple leather whip,

It is more than twenty meters long. When it is held in the hand, it looks like a python flying in the air, and on the leather whip, there are countless roaring human faces imprinted, as if detained in it.

"Snapped!"

The leather whip fell,

The souls of the dead on Huangquan Road seem to have recovered their old patterns,

Start to continue to look forward numbly on tiptoe,

Like a pig and dog in a captivity.

"Snapped!"

Another whip fell,

Around, the wind rose,

Subsequently,

It's raining,

In an instant,

Heavy rain and rain,