The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

Ah Pong disappeared into the darkness, and the torches he left behind seemed much weaker.

The air was damp and dull, and the faint crackling of the torches could be heard quietly.

This netherworld has become her entire world from now on.

The surroundings were cold, as if time had frozen here.

The outside world continues, but Chen Xiangyin is trapped in this space without day and night, unable to communicate with anyone.

One day on earth, one year underground.

Agarwood reminded me of a story I had read before, where Li Hezi sold his life.

In the early years of the Yuan Dynasty, Li Hezi, an evil young man, was sued to the underworld by the ghosts of 460 cats and dogs because he often stole cats and dogs.

The ghosts hunted him down. In order to escape punishment, Li Hezi bribed the ghosts in the underworld with heavy coins in exchange for three years of life.

However, Li Hezi died three days after returning to the sun...

Chen Xiangyin hugged his knees and sat on the hard stone on the ground, suddenly laughing at himself.

In order to prevent himself from psychological collapse, Chen Xiangyin began to try to comfort himself.

Trying to plan these three years rationally, what can she do?

No inmates, no visits, no activities, no sunshine…

Chen Xiangyin slowly lay on the ground in a big character, half-closing his eyes and looking above the realm of the netherworld, unable to see his head.

Looking around, there is no end in sight.

Chen Xiangyin sat up suddenly, picked up the torch, and decided to explore the surroundings first.

If you can find something, even a blade of grass or some gravel...

However, the more he explored, the more desperate he became.

I don’t know how long time passed, but my mouth was dry and my feet were sore after the agarwood was gone. There was nothing but the uneven stone ground underground.

In the darkness, the irregular path under her feet completely disoriented her, and she didn't even know if she was spinning in circles.

Unable to return to the original place, Chen Xiangyin felt a little regretful and worried that if Ah Pong came to see her out of kindness, he would not be able to find anyone.

Unable to walk any longer, Chen Xiang swallowed his dry throat, stuck the torch in the crack of the stone, and completely collapsed on the ground.

"Ah!!" He shouted helplessly at the top of his lungs, without even a single response.

Lying on the ground, Chen Xiangyin repeatedly hypnotized himself, treating it as a dream, a long dream, and everything would return to normal when he woke up...

Close your eyes, try to recall some good memories, and let them slowly unfold in your heart, forming a warm picture.

Imagine walking on the streets of your hometown, feeling the breeze blowing on your face, bringing the fragrance of lotus flowers from Fuman Cake Shop.

Imagine the scene of the father, mother, brother, sister-in-law, and the family eating and laughing at dusk,

Imagine that when Yueying was still young, she could hold her with one hand, Yueying clung to her body, smiling softly and sweetly, her smile was beautiful...

I imagined that when I was a teenager with Du Hongqiu, I sang the Western Chamber with her by Yanhang Lake...

Imagine... cranes soaring into the sky...

Cranes soar into the sky...

I have to say that the human brain is really the most interesting thing. Chen Xiangyin seems to have really been comforted, temporarily forgetting the current fear and loneliness.

However, the next second, the streets of my hometown were blown away by the wind.

The grass on my mother's grave was half a person's height, my father was beaten to death by bandits and his body was found in the street, my brother's head fell to the ground, and my sister-in-law hanged herself in tears...

In her mind, Yueying grew up rapidly from a babbling child, quickly aged, and before she could see clearly, she quickly decayed and turned into tatters, covered with insects, and not even a whole corpse.

At the end of the year, Du Hongqiu, a handsome young man, had clear eyes and his singing voice was no longer as clear as before. He said: "Sister Shen, it doesn't matter, the future is long."

The crane towering to the sky is still alive, the crane towering to the sky remains...

Agarwood suddenly broke into tears and cried.

Worry and fear also followed. Due to the twelve years of torture and imprisonment, she was already an unbalanced person with severe cognitive impairment. It took a long time for her to recover before she became normal.

If you stay in a place like this... what should you do if you lose your mind again? What if I become a crazy woman again?

The darkness around her stared at her, clamoring to devour her soul and turn her into an empty shell.

Negative emotions welled up in his heart, and Chen Xiangyin rushed toward the torch a few meters away as if grasping a life-saving straw.

The burning pain immediately diverted Chen Xiangyin's attention, and he couldn't care about anything else because of the pain.

After calming down, Chen Xiangyin began to reflect again.

In order to take revenge, she brought her misfortune to innocent people, and her regret and self-blame overwhelmed her psychological defenses.

The tears caused by agarwood evaporated silently, and the faint light of the torch illuminated her collapsed face.

There was no response to her cries, she was the only one here.

In this dark prison, tears are the most useless, they will only accelerate the consumption of body water.

Chen Xiangyin stood up, wiped away the tears, and forced himself to calm down.

Taking a deep breath, she warned herself that if she didn't control her emotions, the darkness would drown her reason faster.

She must give herself a routine as soon as possible and find something to do for herself to keep her mind from being eroded by this endless darkness.

Sitting cross-legged, Chen Xiangyin tried to build a spiritual moat in his mind.

The warm sunshine shines on the fabric, the touch of the texture, the touch of the scissors, the slight vibration in the hand when the needle and thread pass through the fabric...

The temperature, texture, and taste of the food fill the entire mouth, and you are extremely satisfied when you swallow it.

The lover's hot and dry big hands, the lines on the palms and the strength when holding her made people feel reassured and throbbing.

She suddenly realized that it was not that she did not love the world, nor was she completely tired of living.

Just too much overwhelming pain and separation, endless.

As I thought about it, I felt sleepy.

The netherworld will make her lose her sense of time, and losing her sense of time will accelerate her collapse. She needs discipline and balance.

Chen Xiangyin immediately decided to use his biological clock as the standard, and count one day from waking up to sleepiness.

Every day you need to move your muscles and bones, and be mindful... Find something to do for yourself as much as possible.

Fortunately, she was the only one suffering this time.

She must get through it, and when she returns to the human world, He Chong will have only passed three days.

She had time to take Du Hongqiu to the Jiangnan Opera Festival. She must go. No matter what happened, she could not stop it.

He endured this in anticipation and repeated his own little ritual to maintain his sanity.

It was not until a few days ago that the torture caused by extreme hunger and thirst reached a point where she could not ignore it.

You won't die of hunger, you won't die of thirst, but you can endure it.

I don’t know how much time passed, but I was so hungry that I couldn’t sleep.

Agarwood has no resentment and is willing to be punished, only seeking forgiveness and a chance to be reborn.

The years passed slowly in the darkness.

Gradually, Chen Xiangyin's brain became dull, unable to think calmly, let alone move his muscles in an orderly manner, and could only stare at the torch every day.

Warm, hot torches, with light.

Every day I wake up thinking I can no longer wake up, and every day I wake up infinitely close to collapse.

Suddenly one day, Chen Xiangyin finally understood what Master Zhuang meant by letting her come here to stop evil.

Stopping evil does not mean subjecting her to harsh punishment or fear of making mistakes.

It was only when she was in hell that she realized how precious all the good things were.

Evil, like good, will breed and divide. An evil cause will produce countless evil results, and a good cause will produce countless good results.

The beautiful world that she desperately wanted to embrace and enjoy should be good. It must be good.

She has never been so eager to repair the shaky boat and maintain the goodness of the world.

Just because I personally experienced the extreme evil.

A ray of moonlight suddenly illuminated the heart, and a gentle spring gushes out. Agarwood has a clear thought in his heart.

Ineffable, indescribable: compassion takes root.