Why do I dream of hell?

Or is it...

I covered my mouth, my hands are full of cold sweat, how often have I been to hell?

In the book left by my grandmother, I have talked about the 18 levels of hell, which have similarities with myths and legends, but they are also different.

There is no such thing as a yin earth, and after the death of a person, the soul will be reincarnated.The reincarnation does not need to go through hell, but it is the guidance of a subtle force in this world, and it is said that it is God’s will.

But not every soul can be reincarnated, and some who have committed sins before they die will be sent to hell by that power of the underworld, and according to the severity of the crime, decide which layer of hell to throw them into.

The first level of hell is all the sins of the lighter, and in the eighteenth level, they are the most terrible sinners in the world.

Ghosts who are assigned to hell, if they finish their sentence, can go to reincarnation, but the more they go down, the more difficult it is for the ghosts in hell to be reincarnated, because their sentences are astronomical, and even life imprisonment.

Every level of hell is a big world, and here it is the weak and strong food of the red fruit.

In the midst of constant fighting, there gradually emerged some strong men, ghosts, kings, and even higher-level ghosts, who, like warlords on earth, established their own turf and killed each other and annexed each other.

The King is a warlord on the seventh floor of hell.

Sometimes, the gates of hell will open, the strong men in hell will come to the world, but the ghost king above the level, the power is too strong, will be rejected by the power of the underworld, they want to stay in the world for a long time, can only be reincarnated in the way.

Like the Xuan string ghost king, it must be reincarnated and regenerated with the help of the body of Shinan.

Did I come out of hell too?

My hands began to tremble, my face became more and more pale, I couldn't help but touch my forehead gently, I will not be a ghost king, right?

A pair of hands suddenly came out from behind and gently circled my body: “Why, have a nightmare again?”

I trembled a little, turned my head to see him, he was so beautiful, so beautiful as an angel, but ... he was so strong in his body, and Xuan Qian also seemed to know him.

He’s not coming out of hell, is he?

“What happened?”He hugged my face and said, “Your eyes are terrible.”

I turned my eyes and said, “Yes, yes?”Maybe it’s because the nightmare is terrible, isn’t it?”

“What did you dream of?”He asked.

I was silent for a moment and said, "Forget it, I never remember the content of the nightmare."

He smiled a lightly: "It doesn't matter, maybe it's a good thing, lest you be distressed by a nightmare."

I nodded my head and said nothing more.

The people of the Zhou family seemed to get up early, but they did not eat breakfast together, but called the servant and sent the meal to the house.

After breakfast, Zhou Yuhao took me out to hang out again, and when I went out, I saw Zhou Yuzheng, who was fighting a pot of orchids in the greenhouse.

As if his heart was sharp, he raised his head, compared with my four eyes, I quickly removed my eyes, but he looked at me faintly, his eyes were always sticky to me, making me very uncomfortable.

I didn’t care about him.

The car stopped in front of an old building, I got out of the car and saw that it was actually a tea house.

Into the tea room, I heard that someone was playing the piano, it was the harp, the tune was very simple, I did not understand the guqin very well, only felt crisp and pleasant, let people rejoice.

On the second floor of the tea house, it seems that a collection is being held, and a middle-class man in the robe of the Republic of China is playing the guqin, and the tea guests around him are enjoying the tea while drinking tea.

Zhou Yuhao took me to sit down next to me, ordered a pot of turquoise spring, and listened with relish.I looked at him, and when he was alive, he lived this elegant life, and I, every day in that messy wreath shop, from morning to night.

We were really two worlds.

Did he really choose me only because of my nine-year-old?

The middle-age man played, everyone applauded, and the middle-age man gave a salute to everyone: "I just throw bricks and jade, I don't know which friend is willing to play the next one?"

“I’ll come.”Zhou Yuhao stood up.

The middle-age man paused for a moment, then smiled, "This little brother, you haven't been here in a long time, I thought you won't come again."

Zhou Yuhao laughed, “I recently went to the field, and I just came back.”

The middle-age man said, “You usually just listen, never play, how are you willing to play today?”Speaking of this, he suddenly saw me sitting on the side, suddenly understood, smiled and nodded: "Originally today with a little girlfriend, is to play to his girlfriend to listen to?"Well, well, we'll borrow the little girl's light today and listen to my brother's harp."

Zhou Yuhao confidently raised his chin slightly and said, "It's ugly."

Say, go to the ukulele, sit down behind the piano, when his hand on the piano, the temperament suddenly changed.

When a middle-aged man plays the piano, it gives people the feeling of being gentle and gentle, and when he plays, he makes people feel a sharp momentum, making people one of God's vigor.

It was as if he had not a harp in his hand, but a knife.

The song he played was the same as that played by a middle-age man, but the mood was completely different, and his song was a golden iron horse and a million male soldiers.

He is the king of thousands of soldiers.

I was immersed in his harp, as if I saw a grand ancient war, when the last blood flowed into the river, the kings of the two armies met on the battlefield, the swords and soldiers faced each other, and suddenly turned between the soldiers and the moment of the attack.

Become gentle and sad.

As if he had become a child-in-love man from that mighty general, who had tasted the taste of love for the first time, he would eat the taste of the meluronic and sink into it.

But the man he loved could not accept his affection.

So he became sad, angry and mad.

“The monies!”A loud noise, Zhou Yuhao stopped, everyone from the indulatory soul, the middle-of-the-life man hurriedly said: "brother, why not play ah?"The song is not finished yet.”

Zhou Yuhao's hand slipped on the string and said, "Don't play, my woman is crying, I said, I will not let her cry again."

Everyone looked at me, and I found myself in tears.

The middle-age man smiled, "It seems that this little girl is the little brother's voice, and she can love with her own voice, and your brother is blessed."

Zhou Yuhao's face was full of pride, came up to me to take my hand and said, "I can get her, it is a blessing that I have repaired in my previous life."

I said, “There’s nothing wrong with me.”

Zhou Yuhao made a salute to the middle-age man and the crowd, saying, "Gentlemen, I will go shopping with her, I will not disturb you, farewell."

In the midst of the blessing of the people, I reddated out of the tea house.

I used my cold hands to freeze the iced face, and it seems that we just had a show of love.

The tea house is surrounded by an ancient street, at this time, the people on the street have gradually increased, and the roadside is all shops selling the old capital pastry, most of them have a history of hundreds of years.

I looked at the pastries on the counter, made all the color and aroma, and the mouth water came out.

Zhou Yuhao is naturally proud to buy, I look at which piece of pastry, he will buy a bag, let me eat.

But my appetite is not very large, a pack can only eat one piece at most, the rest is all solved by him.

Later, I could only taste a small bite of each piece, and I did not know where his stomach came from so big, and I actually ate it all.

There was a shop on the corner that specializes in selling various ice candy gourds, and Zhou Yuhao bought a string and handed it to me, and I was about to open my mouth and bite, but he took it back again.

I stared at him, but he gave a joking smile, bit the top of the hawthorn, and then fed his mouth to mouth directly into my mouth.

I stayed for a moment, hawthorn had fallen into my mouth, and his mouth was full of sweetness, and the light grassy aroma on him.

I jumped up like a frightened rabbit, took a few steps back, and blushed and scolded, “What are you doing here?”

He smiled at me, and it seemed that my expression pleased him and made him in a good mood.

“Do you want to eat another one?”He raised his eyebrows at me.

“Not to!”

“Really not?”

“Really not!Don’t you think this conversation is childish?”I glared at him.

“I don’t think so.”He smiled, “I just think it’s cute.”Mobile phone users please browse to read, better reading experience.