04

I'm walking on the street of hell.

The sky is very gloomy, and there is no sun in hell.

A ghost came face to face, wet all over.

"That's a drown." Qing said.

Qing is a ghost who died a year earlier than me.

"That's a hanger." She pointed to a blue-faced face and said.

"That's a starving ghost."

"That was killed in a car accident."

"It fell to death."

She explained to me, a new ghost, one by one.

"That fell into the dyeing tank and drowned?" I asked, pointing to a colorful skeleton.

"No, that's the non-mainstream of hell." Qing replied.