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"The first level of hell is for the unbelievers, and the fifth level, which is deeper and needs to be burned by fire, is for the heretics and disbelievers."

"In this hell where they are alone and surrounded by others, no one can enjoy the treatment of the unbelievers - the treatment of being alone."

"This scene is part of my ideal world, where foreigners will receive suffering in line with their beliefs and expectations."

[You were talking about a world where narcotics police didn’t exist. 】

"After the drug addicts and drug sellers are dead, what are the narcotics police doing?"

Yang Wuqu asked rhetorically.

[Hmm... I seem to remember Lu Cun's reason for denying you.You're a little too extreme, Wu Qu. 】

"If you just come here and say extreme things about me, you would be too hypocritical."

Yang Wenqu frowned.

[Why is it hypocrisy? Shouldn’t it be kindness? 】

"Because there are only addicts here, not drug sellers. Addicts deserve to suffer, because most of them ask for it. But compared to the suffering that drug sellers deserve here, these addicts Truly in a place worthy of the Promised Land.”

……

The classical hell should be the eighteen levels of hell in the Chinese people's image.

From the first to the eighteenth level, the ancient and cruel punishment was combined with foreign Buddhism and local culture to develop the essence of the Eighteenth Way.

Tongue pulling, scissors, iron tree, evil mirror... volcano, stone grinder, knife and saw.

Many punishments that even the harmonious version could not pass were performed in front of Yang Weiwu.

The skinny, hideous-looking people were either laughing wildly as they pulled out another person's tongue, or were crying and cutting off another person's fingers.

People with dense holes on their arms swam in the oil pan, laughed while hugging the red-hot copper pillars, and ate each other's delicious meat.

Those who see all the beauty in the mirror can only sob and cry, walking up and down icebergs and volcanoes, seeking for a moment of peace of mind in the torture.

[What the hell is this place? 】

LISA asked.

"Didn't I say it, it's hell."

Yang Weiwu replied.

"Here, the cruel methods of ancient and modern times and all over the world are displayed here. Everyone who spreads or induces others to become addicts during their lifetime will come here."

"Everyone will have scars of sin all over their body. Only when the scars are gone can they leave here."

"There is only one way to reduce the marks of crime, which is to use punishment on those who have the marks, or to impose cruel punishments. People whose crime marks remain unabated for a long time will be injected with poison that brings them money and power. This serves as a reward (revenge) for sticking to the bottom line (harming others without benefiting oneself).”

"There is no food or water except for people here, and injuries and illnesses will only be healed here. The hunger will not dissipate, and the pain will not be alleviated."

“This is part of the wonderful world that someone would have wanted.”

"This is the burial place of the person's choice."

"I'm someone who shouldn't be here. Even if I arrive unexpectedly, I will be sent out before I get hurt."

Noticing the new visitors, several deformed monsters without a single piece of flesh crawled over and fell at Yang Weiwu's feet.

"The first time I came here, I threw up and ran away."

The silver combat boots crushed the twisted arms of the monster beneath him.

"This time, I want to see him and do something."

The purple electric light flew away the surrounding monsters, clearing a path.

【281】Broken Army ([-])

My name is Yang Pojun.

I have two brothers and a sister.

I was born into a happy family.

My parents are harmonious and try their best to love us children.

My brothers and sisters all love me as the nominal youngest.

Among the younger generations in the family, the eldest is the elder sister, whose name is Wenqu.

The second eldest brother is Wu Qu. Because he and his sister are twins, they are tied for the eldest brother. When Lucun and I are called, we are always called by our first names or "Lao Er Lao San".

My mother has some objections to this kind of title, because she always feels that one of the eldest brothers and eldest sisters does not exist.

But my father felt that this was a reflection of the good relationship between the two siblings.

In fact, the two of them do have a good relationship.

My sister likes to have fun and sometimes has no sense of control.

The eldest brother likes to read and sleep, and does whatever he can to stay still.

Before her sister goes too far, the older brother who doesn't want to get involved will try to stop her in case she really goes out of her way.

My sister wouldn't make trouble for my eldest brother when he was tired. Instead, she would wash the fruits for him and massage him according to the acupoint books that I couldn't understand.

My two older brothers and sisters are siblings who appear indifferent on the surface, but actually care about each other.

From a very young age, the eldest brother and sister have been very smart.

The eldest brother can basically learn a lot about other people's skills by watching them practice. He was able to repair bicycles and the old clock at home when he was six years old.

The eldest sister is very good at teaching and learning.Usually after the eldest brother learns it, she follows him, and then passes it on to me and Lucun, so that we who have no talent can quickly learn it.

Oh, I forgot to introduce you. Lucun is my twin brother, who was born slightly earlier than me.

He is a person who is less talented than me. This recognition was an irrefutable fact in my mind until a certain period of time.

The eldest brother is often in a daze because he feels that the peers around him are all copies of the same mold, and there is nothing that interests him at all.

Lucun was often in a daze, but he was just in a daze for the sake of being in a daze.

He often doesn't know how to communicate with others, and he doesn't know what good words are and what are bad words that are meant to make him look stupid.

I still remember one time a bad boy tricked him into telling him that there was something beautiful in a small pit that he could see at a glance, and asked him to look for it.

It's just a finger-deep shallow pit, covered with a layer of moss. No one with a bright mind would believe the other party's lies.

Then Lu Cun believed it and stupidly squatted down with his head down to look for the good-looking things the other party said in the shallow pit that had nothing but a thin layer of moss.

The brat without an asshole took this opportunity to take off his pants and wanted to pee on Lucun's head.

I discovered this because we spent most of the time together, so I was curious about how Lucun would get along with others when he was alone.

Seeing this kind of thing, I couldn't sit still at all, so I rushed up and pushed the bastard down, causing him to pee all over himself.

Because the conspiracy failed, the guy was so angry that he wanted to hit me, but Lucun turned around and stopped me.

The guy who didn't understand the situation was still asking what happened.

That bastard lied to him that I peed on him.

Lu Cun asked blankly: "Why did you take off your pants and expose your penis?"

The other party was so angry that he couldn't think of anything to say, so he just hugged him without wearing any pants and wet himself.

What happened next I will never forget -

Lucun held him in his arms and walked all the way to the septic tank in the village.

Some of the septic tanks in that era were open-air, and there were no interceptors. Many people in the village knew where they were.

He hugged the other person and jumped directly.

I will never forget the way the other person screamed in terror and choked on the feces.

Finally, adults heard the news and came to rescue them.

After that, that bastard never dared to appear in Lucun's sight again. Someone who took him down to the septic tank looked like he didn't understand what happened and asked me why that so-and-so didn't play with him anymore. .

But the reason why I don’t care about that so-and-so is that he is not someone who suffers a loss once and is done.

That person took revenge on several of our brothers and sisters.

He grabbed my eldest sister’s pigtails, stole my eldest brother’s books and tore them into paper airplanes, and spit in the openings of my snacks.

Then the eldest sister plucked his eyebrows.

The eldest brother went to talk to his uncle (the other person's biological father) who had a great time talking about this matter. The uncle was so angry that the book his son tore was very expensive, so he whipped a bamboo stick until his butt became swollen. The look of going out.

I didn't do anything, because after the eldest sister found out about this incident, she slapped the other person in the face, and she slapped him again and again.

The eldest brother visits him at home from time to time and tells his father that he thinks that person is very smart and wants to teach him high math so that he can become a cultural person in the future.

Because the elder brother's teaching method of half-talking and always omitting too much makes people feel happy when he teaches, so because the other party's father promised free teaching once a week, the other party gave us snacks. time.

Lucun would occasionally bump into someone and drag him to the septic tank, and talk seriously about his feelings about soaking in it.

So that guy who was one of the few bad guys in my childhood never dared to mess with me again.

My childhood before I was ten years old was spent with such older siblings and a silly twin brother.

It's very messy and a little bit childlike, but overall I feel very happy.

But this life only lasts until the age of ten.

……

I still remember that when I was ten years old, my father, who was a new member of the police force, died and his body was brought back.

At that time, I participated in some trivial affairs in the village and ate a lot, so I did not have a deep understanding of death.

But I can feel the sadness of my family.

In the beginning, my brothers and sisters comforted my mother and me.

I didn't feel sad or anything special. I just hugged my mother and felt her body trembling without saying a word.

At that time, I clearly remember that my eldest brother and eldest sister went out together for a while.

I don't know what they said, but the atmosphere always felt very unpleasant.

As I said, only Lucun in the family is a very ordinary and untalented person.

Because my sister, eldest brother, and I all have natural abilities.

The eldest brother can get the knowledge in other people's minds. If you watch it with your own eyes, you can basically learn everything at once.

My sister is good at explaining complex things in simple terms. If she really doesn’t understand something, she can use her ability, which is similar to her talent, to learn it directly in the same way as to make people understand.

I can feel other people's emotions.

Although... it sounds very useless, my eldest brother would often test my ability. By the time I was ten years old, I could already exude malice that I couldn't distinguish between true and false, making this ability that seemed to have no practical significance become It’s even more meaningless, but at least I have it!

Thinking about it, Lucun is the only one in the family who has no special abilities, and I feel that I am not completely the youngest.

The first seven arrived soon, and I followed everyone to complete the funeral ceremony.

My mother cried very sadly, and Lucun and I were there to comfort her.

At some point, I saw my sister walking towards my grandfather.

He was a bad man who, like my elder brother, liked to deceive me with feigned malice. He had always been kind to me a long time ago, and he was the first to give me candies and snacks.But after my eldest brother learned to lie to me with malice, my grandpa also started doing the same. He would give me delicious and fun things, but he would ask his eldest brother if he wanted them first and then give them to me.

It made me feel like I was picking up unwanted things from my eldest brother, and I had been alienating both of them for a while.

But when facing their sister, their attitudes never changed.

The eldest brother has always been helpless and relaxed towards his sister.

Grandpa has a kind of suppressed sadness.

Only on that day, I felt from him the same malice toward my sister that he had when he deceived me.

I... didn't know if something was wrong, so I stayed behind to comfort my mother and followed her.

During that time, a certain uneasiness lingered in my mind.

So I always carry the short stick made by my eldest brother, whether I am sleeping or going out to play, and I even brought it with me to this funeral.

Different from Lucun's strange-looking two-meter long stick, my short stick is thinner and flatter. It is about one meter long in total and is lightweight. Even a ten-year-old child can carry it more easily. .

On weekdays, when I play with my friends, I often use it to fight bugs in the bushes. Even toys are my favorite "weapon".