Rebirth without Regrets

Chapter 3 Underworld()

When Leng Binghan regained consciousness again, there was chaos in front of him. Looking up, the surroundings seemed to be wrapped in a thick film, revealing some turbid light, making the whole space look a bit ethereal.

"Hey, what's going on? Where is here?" Leng Binghan scratched his head, a little confused. Wasn't he buried under the rubble of a collapsed building because he was trying to save the little girl named Lingling? He tried hard to remember

As he stood, the feeling of being so painful that he couldn't breathe and that all the blood vessels in his body were about to burst when he was hit hard by the falling cement block seemed to be still very clear in his mind, making him tremble with fear.

Why did I rush to save people on impulse? When did I become so brave? Leng Binghan smiled bitterly and shook his head. He couldn't believe that he, who had always been cautious and never dared to do anything inappropriate, actually

I don't know if I dared to run to save people in such a dangerous situation. I don't know if I was brave enough.

He carefully inspected his body and found that there was no damage. Even the head he had smashed while trying to escape had no scars at all, and he did not feel any discomfort on his body.

"How is it possible?" Leng Binghan simply couldn't believe it. No matter how good his medical skills were, he couldn't recover so completely, right?

Could it be that - I'm already dead? This horrifying thought suddenly appeared in his mind, making him feel cold all over and shuddering.

He didn't dare to think about it, and he didn't want to think about it. He was not yet thirty years old, and he had many shortcomings in his life, and he still had many unfulfilled wishes. Sometimes when he was bored, he also thought about how he would end his life in the future.

, I thought about ending my life, thinking about dying of illness, and thinking about car accidents, but I never thought that I would die young in such a way.

He told himself that it must not be like this, that someone must be joking with him. He expected the answer to be revealed in the next second. Familiar people smiled and said, "Look, I finally deceived you, haha. However, touch

He touched himself and then looked around. The thought that he was dead grew like spring grass, grew wildly, and took over his entire mind. He was not a person who liked to deceive himself and did not dare to accept the reality. If he was not really dead,

How could he be in such a strange place and not be injured at all?

As a modern person in the 21st century, although I have known more or less some legends about gods and ghosts since I was a child, from the ghost stories I heard as a child to the mysterious and superstitious stories of the elderly, from Journey to the West to Liaozhai, from

The story of the White Snake spread to Shushan Swordsman, and then to various online novels and various ghost stories, but he always thought they were just legends. He still believed in science, and he attributed all of them to superstition. But now he

My faith has been somewhat shaken.

It's already like this, accept the reality! He smiled bitterly and told himself. When he thought about it, the original uneasiness suddenly eased a lot. He didn't expect that people really have consciousness and soul after death, although this is somewhat contrary to his own beliefs.

, but it’s better than being wiped out and losing nothing, right? Thinking of this, I seem to feel more comfortable. Leng Binghan is very good at comforting himself. Although this Ah Q-style spiritual victory method is shameful to many people,

But it is also a way for him to live as quickly as possible. After all, happiness is only one day, and unhappiness is also one day. Why not try to make yourself happier?

"Is this the legendary underworld?" Leng Binghan looked around and slowly walked forward, thinking, "Why didn't I see the black and white impermanence, the bull's head and the horse's face? Is there another ten halls of Yama? Eighteenth floor

What is hell like? I am not a good person in my life, but I have never done anything bad. What’s more, I died trying to save people this time. I shouldn’t be punished to suffer in the eighteenth level of hell, right? It’s a pity that my parents raised me

After so many years, I haven't had time to repay them..." He kept thinking wildly along the way, thinking here and there, completely devoid of logic and organization, but this can't be blamed on him, no one can remain completely calm in such a situation.

Reason and logic are simply too exaggerated.

I don’t know how long I walked before Leng Binghan realized that no matter how he walked around, there was no change in the surrounding environment. There was no sound, no living things, and no reference. It was as if there was no one in the world except himself.

, nothing.

He didn't believe in evil, so he ran around for a while, jumped here, scratched there, or bent over, raised his legs to do exercises, or learned to box twice as shown in movies and TV. For a long time, he didn't

He felt tired and didn't make any new discoveries. It wasn't until he felt bored and uninterested that he lay down and thought about it. Where is this place? If it is really the underworld, why are there no other ghosts? Why are there no black and white impermanence to restrain it?

I went to Huangquan and passed the Naihe Bridge? If not the underworld, where is it? My God, after death, the soul is always imprisoned in the endless emptiness, right? That would be too tragic... He thought about a lot of things,

But I didn’t know what to think about, and I didn’t think about anything until the end.

There is no hunger, no sleepiness, no characteristics of metabolism, no changes of the sun, moon and stars. Time seems to have stopped here. Fortunately, Leng Binghan is a person who can endure loneliness. He is usually very quiet and cannot move.

I have long been accustomed to being alone. If it were someone else in this bizarre place, I might have gone crazy.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe ten thousand years, maybe just an instant. When Leng Binghan was so bored that his consciousness was about to get rusty, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, becoming so abrupt, so fast, as if

On a sunny day without any warning, a bolt of lightning suddenly pierced the sky and suddenly disappeared without a trace. But it felt so natural. It was obviously very abrupt, but it also felt natural and natural. These two things happened naturally.

These completely different feelings mix together to form a different kind of contradiction.

Before Leng Binghan could react to this contradiction, he was already in a valley filled with birdsong and flowers. The breeze was blowing on his face, the fragrance of flowers was blowing, the crisp and melodious chirping of birds was endless, and bursts of light smoke were passing by, rendering this space as real as possible.

Fantasy, as if he were in a fairyland. If the chaotic environment hadn't left such a deep impression on him, he would have thought that this was where he had been.

Could this be paradise?

"Why are you still in a daze? Come with me quickly!" Just before Leng Binghan could react, a sudden sound in his ears almost made him tremble and sit on the ground. He hadn't seen anyone else in such a long time.

, he had never heard a human voice before, and the sudden voice surprised and delighted him.

He raised his head and took a look, and there appeared in front of him a fair and fat middle-aged man, wearing a white suit and a pair of rimless glasses, with a smile on his face. Although he didn't look very pleasing to the eye, he was still quite amiable.

.Made him feel more at ease.

"Sorry, I scared you. Come with me!" The middle-aged man stretched out his hand to pull him.

"Where is this? Who are you? Where are you going?" Leng Binghan stood up and asked. Finally seeing someone of the same kind, all the doubts that had accumulated long ago were quickly thrown out.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Don't you know everything? This is the underworld, and I am the famous Bai Wuchang. Naturally, I am here to take you to see the King of Hell."

"Ah!" Leng Binghan opened his mouth wide in surprise. In the endless thoughts in the chaotic space, he also timidly thought that this was not the underworld, but just another space. Maybe he was not dead.

.At least this is a good intention. Now that he is finally sure that he is dead, although he has been prepared in his heart, he is still a little sad that his expectations have been shattered. But what makes him lose his temper is not this, but these things that completely subvert his consciousness.

He was extremely surprised by the imaginary underworld and Bai Wuchang. He had no way to connect everything in front of him with the underworld.

Perhaps he had seen this kind of situation too many times, or perhaps he had magical powers to understand what Leng Binghan was thinking. The middle-aged man smiled a little wretchedly, but also a little proudly, and said: "Who said that the underworld will be filled with dark winds and dark skies?

, lifeless? The love for beauty is shared by humans and ghosts. If you were the king of hell, you would probably prefer such an environment! Only when the environment is good can the body and mind be happy. From the underworld to the king of hell, from the middle to ghosts, to the lowest

Ghosts, the quality of life can be better. To build a harmonious underworld, ghosts are responsible, haha!"

After that, he pulled up Leng Binghan, who was still a little unresponsive, and said as he walked: "As for us ghosts, the times are progressing, and we must keep pace with the times. We should still be the same as before, wearing white robes and high hats.

, sticking out a long tongue, we are not comfortable, not to mention frightening you ghosts who have just arrived, it will be troublesome. Our government in the underworld also pays attention to service with a smile and high-quality service. Naturally, it must be able to keep up with the progress of the times. Only in this way can we

We will not be out of touch with the Yang world! In order to develop better, we not only integrate with the Yang world, but also actively integrate with the international world and learn from foreign advanced management experience and technology. For this reason, I went to the Western Hell some time ago to inspect and study..."

Leng Binghan, who had been feeling dizzy for a long time, seemed to have finally digested Bai Wuchang's words, and gradually accepted the new image of the underworld and Bai Wuchang in his heart. In any case, as Bai Wuchang said, this is better than what he originally thought.

The image of the underworld was much better, beyond my expectations and imagination. It seems that staying in the underworld is not very uncomfortable, Leng Binghan secretly comforted himself.

Empiricism kills people! Finally, he lamented in conclusion.

Along the way, Bai Wuchang kept chattering and introduced everything about the underworld to Leng Binghan. Generally speaking, the underworld is a transit station. After death, the ghosts come here and make different arrangements after being judged. Because there are too many people in the world, people's thoughts

Changes have occurred and the number of newborns has dropped sharply. Therefore, a reincarnation quota system has been implemented. Those who have done good deeds are prioritized for reincarnation, and their destiny in the next life is optimized. They will naturally be rich and luxurious. Ordinary people do not have so many quotas, so they must stay in the underworld to work and accumulate honor points.

In exchange for a quota for reincarnation, the higher the honor points, the greater the chance of getting the quota, and the higher the selectivity. Those who have done evil will first be punished in various levels of hell according to their crimes, to alleviate their sins, and then arrange for reincarnation.

In the animal realm, you will become various animals in the next life, and continue to cleanse your sins in anticipation of future reincarnations. It sounds similar to what you think in your mind. Anyway, you have to do good to get good rewards, and do evil to get bad rewards.

As for the other life in the underworld, it seems that it is not much different from the earth. During this period, Leng Binghan also talked about the chaotic space at the beginning, but Bai Wuchang always said that it must be Leng Binghan's hallucination. Most people will

Come here immediately, Hei Baichang or the special ghost mission will arrive here almost at the same time, and receive them to the relevant institutions to receive the verdict. This has been the case for thousands of years. Everything follows the law of heaven, and there cannot be any chaotic space.

"Is it really an illusion?" Leng Binghan was a little skeptical, but how could the seemingly unforgettable loneliness be an illusion? Although there were still doubts in his heart, since he couldn't get the answer, he quickly put the matter aside.

Beyond the sky, after all, everything is over now.

The past is not important, what is important is controlling the present.