Listening to this man, I learned that the feng shui bureau of the Yangtze River was originally called and Yamachi, and I fought with this Japanese monk.

I am more and more sure that this man, like me, came in from outside the ghostly realm.I asked him, how long have you been here?

“It’s impossible to say that the time in ghosts and reality is different.The real world is hard to say, but in this ghostly situation, I've counted it, and it's been closed for a year."

“What thing?”A year?’ and I swung the back of my neck.

Man: “Yeah, it’s in this basement.”I haven't seen the sky outside in at least a year, and I miss it."

His tone was not frightened and hopeless, but there was a kind of joking sigh, which made me beat him.

“Why don’t you want to go out?”I asked.

The man said, "Nonsense, how can I get out, you think I'm willing to stay in this damn place, I'm not a masochist."

The door rang, and the man said, "If you want to suffer, shut your mouth."

The door opened, and in the darkness someone came in, and the man turned on the light, and there was some faint light in the basement, and the man who came in was the vagabond, who had a suitcase similar to the surgical bag in his hand.

The man I had just spoken with had been hidden back in the dark corner and could not be seen.

The clown stepped down the steps and laid the surgical kit on the table.He smiled at me, and looked at the corner where the man was hiding, and smiled and said, "The two of them had a good conversation."

I said, “Are you watching us?”

As soon as he had finished saying this, the man in the darkness sighed, "It makes you talk less."

The clown laughed and said to the man, "You're still smart."The clown looked at me and said, "I'm going to punish you."

My heart is pounding, my teeth are trembling, I have not been afraid of anyone, I was killed by the Thai black-clad wizard Azambonloso, and I was not so afraid when I died.This clown is like a person who climbs out of a nightmare, instinctive disgust and fear when he sees him.

The clown waved at me and pointed it over.I want to try the strategy, do not rebel against him, as much as possible to live, for this goal, the face can not be.But now there is a third person in the basement, and my face is a little unstoppable and I want to maintain my dignity.

The clown beckoned to me again and said, "You've wasted three seconds, and if you ask me to hand a third time, I'll have to think about cutting your hand."

Xiao Ai said in his heart: "Master, if you lose your hand here, you will not have it back to reality, you hurry to pass it!"

I was surprised, there was no way to get over it.

The length of the chain was just as good as it could go to the table, and the clown dragged a chair very gentlemanly and let me sit.

After sitting down, he asked me to put my right hand out.I beg you, have you let me go?

The clown laughed, "Quick, obedient, I won't hurt you too much."

At this time I had lost the desire to resist and stretched out my right hand to him.The clown opens the surgical bag, takes out a long cloth bag from the inside, and after opening, inserts a row of needles of different lengths.He picked out a needle with the length of a middle finger, and suddenly throbbed my hand at the speed of lightning.Before I could react, the long needle passed through my hand and pinned my right hand to the table.

I screamed, and the clown took out the second needle, and continued to insert it on the back of my hand, which was very skilled in his hand, and recognized that it was extremely accurate, that it caused me to die and live, and did not see the blood come out, and for a moment, my hand was like the back of the hedgehog on my back.

I was full of cold sweats, I smoked all over my body, my lips were white, and I was dizzy in front of me.

The clowns played these needles with their fingers, and every slight tremor took my life.He took out a small red book, opened it, and recorded it with a pen: "In a moment, which needle will I move, you will tell me the pain index."Oh, and explain to you, what is the pain index, from the range of 1-10, 1 is not painful at all, 10 is painful to death.You have to tell me exactly.”

He moved the first needle, and I trembled and said, "Sixty."

He nodded with satisfaction, recorded something on this, then pulled out the needle and continued to make the second.In this way, he asked me about the pain index, and then pulled out the needle, the whole process was about half an hour, and finally pulled out the needles.After completing the whole process, I almost emptied myself, slumped in the chair, like a five-kilometer cross-country run.

The clown smiled and looked at me, “How about it, it’s not good?”

I cursed you in my heart, but this could not be heard, and I was silent with my head down.

The clown is like reading the mind, saying, “You don’t have to be abdominal, you should thank me.”Do you feel comfortable now, with a refreshing feeling?You know, I’ve been here a long time, I used to be bored every day, people become degraded, and then one day, I put cigarette butts on my arm, and that pain makes me feel alive again, and it keeps me focused.I have conducted a study dedicated to the subject of suffering.Where are you going, let me show you in a moment the pain machine I made."

I was so scared that I was sweating: "No, no, I won't try."

"If you want to try, I won't give it to you."The clown smiled and looked into the dark corner: "He is my first experiment, he is the best mouse I have ever seen, until he dies before it is your turn."

My brain buzzed, but there was still a kind of happiness in my heart, fortunately, there was someone to stop me.

The clown said, "Don't go to bed tonight, I'll show you the pain machine I've made, that's a rare invention in the world."

He packed his surgery bag, walked out slowly, and turned off the light.

I am slumped in the chair, my throat is moving, but not to mention, I still have a great amount of exercise after the feeling of comfort and fatigue, in addition to the hand back and some pain, the whole body is as comfortable as the fairy, it seems that the toxins in the body are with the sweating out.

I don’t want to move softly.

At this time, the man's voice came out in the darkness: "Hey, you're addicted."

“What?”I asked.

"Suffering can be addictive."He said, "Or rather, physical pain can be addictive."

"You have a lot of experience."I said.

He smiled: "I have been suffering since I was born, and until now, there is almost no time to rest."When pain becomes normal, it is not so painful, learn to find fun in pain.But the problem is that after you find the fun, you will find that the pain is even more painful.”

“What, are you talking nonsense?”

"I want to try the pain machine tonight."The man said.

"You're a psychopath."I am ironic to him.

The man said, "Perhaps, I also want to know if there is any pain in the world that I have not yet come into contact with."

“Who are you?”I asked.

"Don't you know there's surveillance here," said the man, "and he can hear you and me all the conversations."

He no longer spoke, hiding in the darkness.

I was so tired that I sat down in my chair and fell asleep.I don't know when I slept, suddenly my mouth hurt, the whole person fell from the chair, opened his eyes to see the clown coming, he laughed and scolded: "Is this chair his mother sleeping for you?"

I rolled up and pulled back to the side of the post.

The clown brought a machine, like a large hat, and there were a lot of suckers with black lines below, full of hundreds, shaking up and clapping, like the characteristic hat of a minority.

The clown waved to the man in the dark: "Come on."

The man slowly came out of the darkness, dragging the chain behind me, and I looked at him intently, waiting for his birth to be in shape, and I was all stunned.

He was a brunette, a little baby-faced, and a sharp contrast to the vicissitudes of his face.He walked to the clown with a cynic smile on his face, as if he didn't care.

My teeth rattle, he's not someone else, it's a bell!

“Resolve, unringing the bell...is it you?” he said in surprise.

The eyes widened and turned to me and said, “Don’t break your name, little brother.Do you know me?”

I’ve played with him several times, but it’s been proven to be a fake.Is the bell in front of you true?He obviously does not know me, it means that he is not a false bell I know, but his good identity can not be realistic, because everything that is happening at this moment is in the ghost situation, a little strange.

Suddenly I realized a problem, a possibility, the reason why the bell has not been found for so long, no one knows his whereabouts, will it be because he is trapped in the ghost?

Listening to the two dragons said things about the eight generals, his master unringing the bell is a very capable person, how can such a character be trapped in the ghost?It makes me doubt his identity.

The clown looked up at him and said, “You call the bell?”

Unspeaking the bell sighed: "I have been here for so long and anonymously, I did not expect to let people have no intention of breaking, it seems that the sky has its own arrangements, and there is a fixed number in the underworld."

The clown said, "Whatever your name is, today you must try my pain machine."

Smiling, he said, "I'm looking forward to it."