the last witcher

The next day, the police received a report from Kang Wen's wife, and Kang Wen died in front of his house with his face turning blue.According to the forensic identification, Kang Wen died of excessive fright, but what made everyone puzzled was, what kind of things did Kang Wen see before he was alive, which caused him to be frightened to death?

"Uncle Zhang, come and help." After listening to Shuisheng's narration, I started running towards where Kang Wen and the old man were fighting.Uncle Zhang was also one of the audience, he understood what I was going to do, and he came down this time to help me, so without saying a word, he rushed up with me with his arms and sleeves rolled up.

I only remember how high I jumped, and when I flew up, it was a heart-warming kick, which accurately kicked Kang Wen's chest.That guy didn't even hum, he was kicked away by me, so fucking relieved!

Uncle Zhang followed up and helped the old man who was still struggling on the ground up, but the other party made a hooting sound. Looking carefully, the iron spike ball in his mouth turned into a mouthful of slaked lime at some point.

"Come here quickly and clean up what's in his mouth." I yelled at the ghost soldiers not far away, and then a few ghost soldiers came over and hurriedly followed my orders. I didn't forget to replace the slaked lime in Kang Wen's mouth with a larger iron spike ball, which really gave me enough face.

After everything was settled, the old man we rescued knelt down in front of all of us with a plop, "I'm guilty, and I'm willing to suffer any punishment, as long as you let my son go!"

It is said that only mothers are good in the world, and what is mentioned most is the selflessness and greatness of maternal love, but how many people understand that father's love is like a mountain?

In my impression, father is a tree that shelters us from wind and rain; father is a hero, he is omnipotent in our world; father is a book, from this book, we learn to be strong, From this book, we have learned to be brave, and from this book, we have learned what responsibility is.

In order to create the best environment for their children, fathers often work silently, work hard, and never express how hard they are.When they hand over the fruits of their hard work to their children, how many children can understand the heavy love of their father?

It must be explained that when I was young, I was too ignorant to understand the various conditions my father created for me. Apart from confronting the old man head-on, I never considered my father's feelings at all.Now that I think about it, whether it is going to the Air Force ground support, or going to Shenyang Medical University to study, or my father using his last energy to send me to Dalian Naval Academy, it is all for my future.Even if I was a little sensible at the time, I wouldn't be like the bear I am today. It's a pity that there is no medicine for regret in this world, and the rest is just lamenting that I was young and ignorant, too ignorant, and too ignorant of my father. After some thought, that kind of love, although outrageous, is the most selfless and the most precious gift in the world.

The old man in front of him is also such a father. He can't give the child a superior environment and life, and can't give the child the material conditions he needs, but what he can give the child is to spend the rest of his life, and even go to hell after death. He spared no paternal love to atone for his children.

When the old man uttered the words "I'm guilty", I think the [-]th hell is no longer suitable for him, because people who can truly realize the mistakes they have made should not stay here and suffer.What's more, the old man's tears of repentance are more heartbreaking than anything else!

"Old man, get up, it's cold on the ground." I helped the old man up with a particularly uncomfortable feeling, and then asked: "We are going to look for Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in the eighteenth floor of hell, and try to get him to help us all get out of here. Would you like to come with us?"

The old man looked at me tremblingly, and then replied with a look of fear: "As long as you can let my son go, let me do anything."

I just didn't know how to continue these words. Uncle Zhang beside me took the old man aside, and the two old men chatted in whispers. After a long while, Uncle Zhang led the old man with a happy face to us. , "Okay, let's go together!"

Nian Chu exaggeratedly gave Uncle Zhang a thumbs up, "Awesome!" I sincerely admire Uncle Zhang's wisdom, the greatest asset of the old man is to think more mature than us young people.Therefore, this old man named Guo Shun also joined our team, and the group headed towards the next little hell.

As expected, Shui Sheng is a regular visitor in Hell. Not long after he walked out, he pretended to be mysterious and asked me: "Brother Shu, tell me how strong a woman's desire for jealousy and revenge can be?"

"No, I'm not as old as you, you'd better call me Jia Shu." I quickly corrected the other party's slip of the tongue. "It's just out of respect for you that I called you brother, so why make such a fuss." Shui Sheng may feel that he is familiar with me, and he has no scruples when he speaks.

"Let's call it Jia Shu." I still insisted, "Okay~~, Jia Shu is Jia Shu, but you haven't answered my question yet?" Nianchu was very curious, "Why do you ask such a question?"

I thought about it for a while, and then came to a conclusion: "Is the next story related to women's jealousy and revenge?"

"It's really easy to talk to someone like you." Shuisheng admired sincerely, "But you stay in hell, how can you know so many things about other people?" I wanted to ask Shuisheng about this for a long time, but But I never had a chance to speak, because the story Shuisheng told was so good that I couldn't bear to interrupt him, and it spoiled other people's interest in listening to the story.

The ghost soldiers snickered when they heard my question, but Guo Shun, who had just joined the team, replied honestly: "In the small hell of pus and blood, everyone who suffers must sacrifice what he did during his lifetime. Only by reporting the evil deeds according to the truth can we get the qualification to drink the pus and blood."

I shook my head, how does this sound similar to Christianity, and the priest’s confession, except that people are in the underworld, and this is the underworld, interesting, really interesting!

Nian Chu pouted and yelled at Shui Sheng: "What's the story, hurry up and tell it!"

"Which ghost story is it again?" Uncle Zhang seemed to like listening to Shui Sheng's stories, so he also poked his head over to ask him.

Seeing Shuisheng pointing to the wooden piles in the distance, he explained: "In front of you is a small hell with brains and tongues pulled out. There are a few particularly representative characters in it. What I will tell next is one of them." , because of jealousy and revenge, leading to this story of hell after death."

"Wait a minute, what are those pillars for?" I interrupted what Shuisheng was going to say next, and pointed to the wooden piles in front of me and asked.

"Don't ask him, let's go and see." Nian Chu was in a good mood at this moment, took my arm, rushed to the front of the crowd, and ran towards the little hell. In the past, they didn't know that this little hell in front of them was the scariest place on the first floor...

to be continued