Chapter 89 Hell Banner

This cave is so wide that you can hear echoes when you speak in it. Everyone walked around the cave. It is estimated that the cave is about 20 meters deep, almost the size of a basketball court. What's more strange is that there is a layer of bluestone slabs on the ground under the feet. Each of the bluestone slabs is about four square meters in size, with some strange patterns engraved on it, which looks antique.

Liu Dashao suddenly clapped his hands and said, "Great, we can get out of here!"

Everyone looked at him doubtfully, "What? Have you found a way out?

Liu Dashao pointed to the bluestone slab under his feet and said, "Look at these bluestone slabs, it is obviously artificially repaired, that is to say, in the past, people often came here. Since someone can come here, it means that there must be a channel to the outside!"

When everyone heard what he said, they seemed to wake up from a dream, and they were very excited.

Zhang Enpuri pondered for a moment and suddenly reminded, "I don't know what the ancients used to do here. Be careful!"

Liu Dashao asked Zhang Enpuri, "Master, can you see what era these bluestone slabs come from?"

Zhang Enpou squatted down and touched the bluestone board and said, "The pattern on this bluestone plate is a little strange. I'm not sure when it is, but depending on the texture, it should be before and after the Ming Dynasty."

The two were talking when they suddenly heard Bai Erqi shout in horror, "Oh, my God, come and see!"

Everyone's heart was in awe, and they ran over with the voice of Bai Erzi. Half of the candle fell to the ground and burned. The firelight shone on the white man's face, pale without any blood, and his withered face looked like a zombie. He fell to the ground and kept trembling in front of his fingers, "There is a ghost! There is a ghost!"

Seeing his appearance, everyone was a little upset. What on earth scared the white boy into this virtue?

Tian Guoqiang picked up the half of the candle and said, "Damn it, don't scare us. We are good young people living in the socialist spring breeze, and we won't believe in ghosts and gods!" With that, he took a step forward and raised the candle to shine forward.

"Ah?!" Tian Guoqiang's arm froze in mid-air, and he stammed, "This...this...it's so horrible..."

The aperture of the candle is reflected on the stone wall not far away. Everyone calmed down through the candlelight and was so frightened that they couldn't even say anything. On the stone wall about three meters away from them, there was a huge scroll about five meters long and two meters wide. The patterns on the scroll are bloody and strange, and the bright colors are dizzying. There is a picture of a man who knelt on the ground with his hands tied and his mouth wide open. Next to him was a brazier. A ferocious-faced kid held a red-hot iron tongs and clamped the man's tongue. The man's tongue was pulled long, accompanied by thick smoke, and blood kept overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

A smell of blood emanates from the picture axis with a smell of rottenness, which is disgusting.

Liu Dashao shook his dizzy head and stepped back and said, "What the hell is his grandmother's painting? Why is it so scary?"

Tian Guoqiang suddenly said, "Did you find something wrong with this painting?"

Tian Guoqiang was gloomy when he said this, which made us goose bumps.

Everyone asked him what was wrong. Tian Guoqiang said in a trembling voice, "Why do I think the person in the painting is not like a painting, but a real person!"

What?! Everyone looked at the bloody picture in horror, and the more they looked at it, the more they felt that Tian Guoqiang was right. The whole picture gives people a strong three-dimensional sense, as if the people in the picture will climb out at any time.

"Give me the candle!" Zhang Enbu took the candle from Tian Guoqiang, walked to the front of the stone wall, took out a hand towel to cover his nose, and then quietly looked at the picture.

Zhang Enpou looked very carefully. He took out a paper towel and held it in his hand, and then touched the picture scroll through the paper towel. The expression on his face was very strange.

After a long time, Zhang Enpuku turned around and said to everyone solemnly, "Do you know what this painting is made of?"

Liu Dashao casually replied, "Of course, the painting is painted with a pen stained with paint!"

Zhang Enpuri shook his head and said, "No! This painting is embroidered with hair!"

Hair?! Everyone looked at Zhang Enpou's painting embroidered with hair in disbelief. Is there such a strange picture scroll in the world? Liu Da Shao walked to the front of the picture scroll with full of doubts. Zhang En Pu said, "Don't touch it with your hands!"

Liu Da Shao nodded and took a closer look. He saw that the bloody picture on the picture shaft was indeed embroidered with fine hair. I don't know what method was used to make the hair stick tightly together, and there was no gap between them. Strictly speaking, this is really a clever picture scroll.

However, who embroidered this painting? Why do you want to embroider such a bloody and weird pattern?

At this time, everyone's hearts were full of doubts.

Tian Guoqiang said in a panap, "How many people's hair will be used to embroider this picture shaft?"

I don't know why, when Liu Dashao thought that the painting was embroidered with hair, he felt uncomfortable all over, and his scalp was numb and itchy, as if his hair was being torn off one by one.

At this time, Bai Erzi also got up from the ground and patted the dust on his buttocks and said with a simple smile, "It turned out to be a painting. I still thought it was a ghost!"

"Hey, look, there's another one here!" Tian Guoqiang shouted beside him.

Everyone took a closer look. At a distance of about five or six meters from this picture scroll, there was also an equally huge picture scroll hanging. Just now, everyone's attention was on this picture scroll, so they didn't notice that there was another one not far away.

When everyone walked to the front of another picture scroll, they saw that the content on the picture scroll was also strange and bloody. A little ghost took a pair of big scissors shaped like a fish's mouth and cut off a person's ten fingers. Blood gushed out of the broken fingers, which was shocking.

Tian Guoqiang said, "What kind of torture is this? Why is it so cruel?"

"I'll wipe it. Come and have a look. There's something more cruel here!" Liu Da Shao screamed.

At the same distance of five or six meters from this picture scroll, a third picture scroll appeared, and the pattern on this picture scroll is more bloody. In the middle of the pattern is an iron tree. There are not branches growing on the trunk, but countless sharp blades. A man was hung naked on the iron tree, and countless holes were cut out by sharp blades on his body, and blood and broken meat kept dripping down.

Liu Dashao resisted the desire to vomit and retreated from afar.

Zhang Enpung suddenly said, "Come on, keep going to the side. There must be other scrolls here!"

What Zhang Enpuri said is not wrong. When the two moved five or six meters to the side, a fourth picture scroll appeared on the stone wall. On the picture axis was a bronze mirror. A person knelt in front of the bronze mirror. The golden light emitted from the bronze mirror shone on the man's body, but a monster appeared in the mirror.

The two kept moving, constantly discovering new picture scrolls.

A large steamer is painted on the fifth picture scroll. Under the steamer is a raging fire. A person is tied to his hands and feet and placed in the steamer like a suckling pig, as if to be steamed with a steamed bun.

A thick copper column was painted on the sixth picture scroll. The pillar was burning with fire. The copper column was burned red by the fire. Several little ghosts were constantly stirring up the wind. A man was stripped naked and tied to the copper column, and his whole body was roasted black with wisps of smoke.

The two looked at it one by one, and unconsciously walked around the cave. After careful counting, there were as many as 18 such scrolls. The content of each painting was different, but all of them were rare torture in the world, which made Liu Dashao frightened and his hands and feet were cold.

When reading the eighteenth picture axis, Zhang En Pu said to Liu Dashao, "I'm really right. The content on these picture axes is painted on the 18th floor of hell!"

Eighteen layers of hell?! Liu Dashao was shocked. The legend of the eighteenth floor of hell has a long history, and he is not unfamiliar with it, but no one knows which eighteenth floor the eighteenth floor of hell is.

Zhang Enpu explained: "Each picture axis here represents a layer of torture in hell. Starting from the first picture we see, the eighteen layers of hell are: tongue-pulling hell, scissors hell, iron tree hell, evil mirror hell, steamer hell, copper pillar hell, knife mountain hell, iceberg hell, oil pot hell, cow Pit hell, stone pressure hell, mortar hell, blood pool hell, death hell in vain, torture hell, volcanic hell, stone grinding hell and knife saw hell.

Liu Dashao stuck out his tongue and said, "My God, this 18th floor of hell is too horrible. It seems that we should not do bad things at ordinary times, otherwise we will be beaten into this 18th floor of hell after death. How painful it will be!"

Zhang Enpou said, "In fact, the difference between this 18-story hell is not in space, but in time and criminal law. For example, people who do bad things in their lives will go to the corresponding hell after death. For example, people who like to sow discord and make trouble in their lives will go down to the first level of hell after death. In terms of time, the first layer of hell is 3,750 years in the world. All sentient beings here must live here for 10,000 years and want to die early. The sky doesn't work, and this ten thousand years is equivalent to 13.4 billion years of Yangjian. And because the time and life span of hell are doubled in turn, when it comes to the eighteenth floor of hell, it is measured in billions of years. Such a long period of torture can be said to be a veritable, painful and cruel scene, which is unimaginable and understandable.

Hearing Zhang Enpou's words, Liu Dashao couldn't help taking a breath. If there are really 18 layers of hell in the world, it's really unforable.

"All right, let's not study the eighteenth floor of hell. Let's find a way out of here first!" Tian Guoqiang said.

Yes, how to study the 18th floor of hell? If you don't go out of here, everyone will be suffocated to death by this darkness.

There were only two flashlights. Liu Dashao divided the candles in the bag with everyone, and everyone looked for a way out separately.

Suddenly, Tian Guoqiang screamed, "Snake...Snake..." Then the light shook, and the flashlight in his hand fell to the ground.