Chapter 286:

What is hell?
The pain that will never end is called hell; the endless darkness that can't see the light of hope is called hell; the desperate struggle that can't die is called hell.
At this moment, Lin Nianci was trapped in such a hell. Her body is suffering from the unimaginable torture of ordinary people, time and time again, no play. Even more frightening is that her belly swelled up like a balloon, and those strangely shaped people were surrounding her, admiring her painful look with excited eyes.
Her roaring, screaming, cursing, and listening to these people's ears seemed like a beautiful song, which only made them more intoxicated.
Lin Nianci started crying when he was tired, first weeping softly, then howling. She felt that her belly was being swiftly propped up by something, which was painful and bloated, as if it was about to explode. She was covered in cold sweat, and her face was covered with tears, as if falling into a quagmire, stained with dirt.
The word holiness never seems to have anything to do with her. She is dirty, smelly, humble, and cheap. She is a plaything of these people.
She called Master aloud, her head tilted toward each other, and the idea of ​​seeking death appeared in her eyes.
Xuan Chengzi witnessed the whole process of her torment, and she was only more angry, sad, and hopeless than her. But besides exacerbating his pain, what effect can these negative emotions have? His wrists and ankles were tightly locked with iron chains, unable to move, and because of his frantic struggle, he was cut to blood and flesh.
Those people deliberately poured chili oil and spirits on him, and then listened to his wailing intoxicatedly with a big palm laugh.
Gradually, Xuan Chengzi realized that the emotional experience of these people was opposite to that of normal people. They regard the suffering of others as the greatest pleasure. The more you scream, the more they will find fun in it. This is not a group of people at all, but a group of evil spirits in human skin.
The evil of human nature is most vividly displayed at this moment.
Xuan Chengzi finally gave up the struggle.
Lin Nianci didn't even have the strength to struggle. Her belly grew to the point where she was about to be born in just a few hours, and the evil spirits continued to hurt her.
Lin Nianci had already shouted and broke his throat. He couldn't even make a sound when he had a stomach attack. He could only open his mouth and cough up his throat with blood.
Fortunately, the woman was very experienced, and she pulled down the nonsense, orderly: "Go get the pot and scissors."
A group of people split their heads to get things.
Soon, Lin Nianci's second began. She was producing, her blood splattered sizzling, and she couldn't stop it, but the child got stuck and couldn't get out.
The woman shouted: "Press her belly!"
So there were two strong men who crushed Lin Nianci's stomach, from top to bottom, over and over again, causing her to faint from pain to pain and wake up again and again. In just over an hour, she felt as if she had experienced thousands of deaths.
What kind of pain is Ling Chi? Lin Nianci could not have imagined it before, but now she knows it. And she can be sure that the pain she is suffering is a more cruel punishment than Ling Chi, because in addition to the pain of skin cutting, she also suffers from humiliation in her soul and destruction in her soul.
These people didn't take her as a person at all.
The child was born, Lin Nianci listened to his crying almost numbly, and the tears in his eyes had already drained.
Xuan Chengzi could still look at her at first, give her encouragement, and closed her eyes later. The so-called terrible sight is probably all described in front of me.
The middle-aged woman cut off the umbilical cord, looked at the child carefully, and said, "Yes, it's a boy. It can be sold after being raised for a few days."
Keep them for a few days and sell them—these six short words show the heavy crimes and blood debts of these people. If it was not what he saw and heard, Xuan Chengzi could not imagine that they were discussing a newborn baby.
A weirdo carried the child's ankle upside down and limped out of the house full of stench and blood. They call this place an altar.
The women put down their scissors, took off their blood-stained apron, and knelt in silent prayer in front of the statue. The men who had been crazy all night knelt behind her and gave the saint a kowtow.
"Holy lady, thank you for your gift." The woman knocked three loudly.
Lin Nianci raised his head and wanted to scold
You are not worthy of being a believer
, but after opening his mouth, he could not make a sound. She collapsed with a dying breath, but the nightmare had just begun.
After tossing over her, those people started tossing Xuan Chengzi.
They also removed his jawbone and stuffed him with a blue fruit.
Seeing this scene, Lin Nianci was dumbfounded.
Xuan Chengzi whined and his eyes were red.
But that fruit is not a pregnant fruit, but a more bizarre fruit, which can make people's internal organs regenerate infinitely. So those people cut open Xuan Chengzi's stomach without anaesthesia, and removed all the organs except the heart.
Of course, they picked them one by one. After all, that kind of fruit is not undead even if it is magical.
Xuan Chengzi's two ribs were broken and opened to both sides, revealing a bright red beating heart. The woman's hand stirred in his stomach, and he pulled out an internal organ from time to time, and then quoted: "This kidney can sell for 300,000; this lung can sell for 150,000; this pancreas ..."
Xuan Chengzi was so painful that his vision was blurred, and he was confused to think: The original sufferings I have experienced are really worth mentioning compared to now.
Lin Nianci collapsed, but he couldn't even cry.
If you ask her what looks like, she will tell you: right now, right in front of you, these ghosts in human skin!
How could they be her followers? Why did her followers do this kind of thing, saying that everything is her gift?
With such doubts, Lin Nianci completely fainted. The next day, the woman stuffed a blue fruit into her and Xuan Chengzi, and continued the previous ceremony. They regarded Lin Nianci as a fertility machine, Xuan Chengzi as a vessel for viscera cultivation, and exchanged their flesh and blood for a steady stream of money.
Lin Nianci could not count how many fruits he ate and how many children he had. These children are men and women, boys are sold by women, girls are directly crushed into meat, and those bell-tower freaks eat as drinks.
The first time a baby girl was born, Lin Nianci saw the scene, and then vomited dimly. On several other occasions, she gave birth to a baby girl, but she was not crushed on the spot, but was piled up in a basin and kept with milk.
Lin Nianci thought that these children might survive, but one day, the middle-aged women placed these baby girls in front of the statue of the saint, and cut their throats with a knife one by one, letting out blood. Sacrifice to the saint.
Lin Nianci, who received such an offering, went crazy on the spot, and the whole person burst into tears. She can never die, so this will never end.
Xuan Chengzi turned to look at her with a numb expression, but suddenly there was a whisper in his ear: "Master, look carefully. Is this or human?"
This familiar voice was like a sharp knife, which cut through the shadows in front of him and brought Xuan Chengzi back to reality. After his empty eye pupils gradually got the focus, he realized that he was indeed locked on a wooden bed, but his chest was not cut open, his hands and feet were not worn, and he was wearing the previous suit completely.
In other words, the purgatory he just experienced is probably an illusion.
He quickly turned his head to look at the bed next to him, only to find that Lin Nianci was still trapped in that hell, crying with his eyes closed to the point of exhaustion.
"Master, you are awake." The familiar voice came again.
Xuan Chengzi suddenly turned his head, but he saw Fangallo and Song Rui standing at the door, looking at this side unpredictably. Both were wearing military uniforms, and there was no walkie-talkie between their waists, as if they were performing some tasks.
When a footstep came, Fangallo and Song Rui immediately evaded to the side, and then the door was pushed open. The brave man who had received the toll came in and looked at it, shouting loudly in the next room: "It's fine, yes The woman is having a nightmare. "Fangallo and Song Rui stood clearly under his eyelids, but he couldn't see.
There was a response, and the strong man was called away again. Immediately afterwards, an anxious conversation came faintly: "Pregnant and flesh fruits are almost used up, and Mother-in-law can't contact anyone. What should we do in the future?"
"Should I go directly to her house to find it?"
"The living people in the forest can't get out, only the mother-in-law can enter."
"Then what should we do? I can't help but do business."
"How many fruits are there now?"
"There are fifteen pregnant fruit and twenty fruit."
"Then use these two men first. The man's growth is strong and the organs must be healthy. The woman's looks are beautiful and the children born can sell for a good price. Earn this and talk again."
"I think I have to wait and see. I can't reach the mother-in-law. I don't know what to do. Those two are left first. You can play, but remember not to die."
There were a few cheers interspersed in the voice of the conversation, which shows what the so-called "play" really means.
Xuan Chengzi's eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes again, apparently reminiscent of those unbearable memories in the illusion.
"You were the illusion just now ..." He looked at Vanguard, his face full of anger.
Van Gaal ripped off the red cloth on the shrine, and revealed the statue of Song Enci, without looking back: "That's not a fantasy, it's what happened. It's the memory that this house has retained. It's tens of millions The true encounters of tens of thousands of people who have fallen here. Everything you have experienced is far less than one-tenth of them. "
It seems that in order to respond to this sentence, this house without windows blew a cold whirlwind for no reason. It has witnessed so many hell-like tragedies that these humans simply cannot imagine.
Xuan Chengzi, who thought everything was an illusion, froze, and the anger in his pupils was extinguished by the extreme cold that suddenly struck.
"I'm surprised that you didn't get rid of the illusion by yourself. You have to rely on me to remind you." Van Gogh looked up at the compassionate and holy statue, and said slowly: "Guess, if it is the uncle who encounters the same thing , Would he be so embarrassed? "
no, I can not. Xuan Yangzi's heart was as strong as iron, but how could he be dominated by illusions.
"Guess, if Uncle Shi meets the demon, what will he do?" Vanguard asked without looking back.
"he--"
Xuancheng Zi knew the answer but couldn't speak.
"He will kill the devil without hesitation. If he can't, then he will kill himself. He will never fall into willingly like you," said Van Galo.
Xuan Chengzi's face began to shake.
"Guess, if I did what Song Enci did, what would Uncle Shi do to me?"
Xuan Chengzi's face didn't shake, but his face became extremely stiff.
"He will kill me without hesitation and adjudicate himself. Because my fault is also his fault, he will wipe out all the mistakes by himself."
"Guess, when the ancestor chose you as the master between you and the uncle?"
Xuan Chengzi's pupil contracted suddenly.
Fangallo could guess his inner activity without looking back, so he nodded and said: "Yes, Shizu chose Uncle Shi, but Uncle Shi gave up on his own initiative. He concealed the fact that he was a spiritual person, so he thought You have evaded the shoulder responsibility and are not worthy of being the master. In his mind, you are the deserved leader of the Tianshui faction, because your responsibility is everything. "
Xuan Chengzi covered his chest and groaned painfully involuntarily.
"Guess what he will feel when he sees what you are doing now? Do you remember what words were carved on the stone tablet in front of the Tianshui school?"
Xuan Chengzi closed his eyes and dared not recall.
"I'll help you remember, it is engraved on: save the people, protect Limin, Zhenxuanmen, help the national games, promote the integrity of the world, defend the orthodoxy of the road. You have been cultivating for hundreds of years, now you can dare to look back What is the practice? Have you followed each of the admonitions above? "
This forced question made Xuan Chengzi's body start to tremble. He didn't dare to recall every thing he had done, because those things would only form two words together-unbearable.
Van Gollo did not give him the opportunity to escape, and turned back and said: "Let me tell you that you cultivated the devil, you violated all the will left by the ancestors of the Tianshui School!"
Xuan Chengzi suddenly opened his eyes, showing a pair of magical crimson pupils.
"In these years, when you meditate in front of the spirit cards of your ancestors, you have thought about what kind of eyes they will look at you in the sky. Is it comfort, pride, or shame, anger, shame? You die? Dare to face their heroes afterwards? You do n’t let the uncle ’s cards enter the heroic palace, but do you deserve to step in? "
"You always say I don't respect Master, but how can I respect Master like you?"
"The Taoism of the Tianshui School is in your hands. It's really not wrong." Van Gaal pointed to the top of his head and suddenly asked: "Have you heard?"
Xuan Chengzi, who was forced to interrogate by him, looked involuntarily along his fingertips.
Fangaro said slowly: "That was Master's mourning cry, Master's anger, the swearing of countless heroes of the Tianshui School, the mourning of all the heroes sacrificed in the battle of dragon protection, and the death of the Japanese sword Thousands of cries of injustice! That ’s not Song Enci ’s sin, it ’s yours.

Xuan Chengzi's Dao Xin burst into tears, screams, screams, wailing, and crying, and a pair of red eyes pupils gradually changed into a dull and gray color.
At this moment, his cultivation practice finally recovered, so he severely broke the iron chains, walked to the shrine, and smashed the image of Song Enci's saint.