Cold,

So cold...

Zhou Ze didn't know why it was so cold here.

He walked on a secluded path. On both sides of the path, flowers bloomed, but there was no romantic or beautiful atmosphere. The flowers were delicate and bright, like mocking faces, like onlookers.

Flowers bloom on the other shore, people go to the afterlife;

Zhou Ze remembered that his last memory was fire, a great fire, a terrifying flame that completely engulfed him, the frighteningly hot temperature baking him into ashes.

But in the blink of an eye,

he had arrived here.

On this road, there were actually many people,

old people,

children,

young people and middle-aged people,

men and women,

all wearing different clothes.

Some people were dressed simply, while others wore bright red and purple clothes, with excessive rouge on their faces.

Everyone was walking on tiptoes,

no one spoke,

nor did anyone make any other sounds,

only the occasional "scrape, scrape, scrape" of shoes rubbing against the ground remained.

Zhou Ze was also moving forward numbly with everyone else. He looked around from time to time, and also looked back from time to time. He vaguely realized where he had come.

He was already dead;

and here,

was hell.

Here, was the world of the dead, the final destination of the deceased,

he,

had finally died.

He didn't know what to do, nor did he know what choice to make,

he didn't want to die. People never want to die, but in this place, he had no idea what to do. He was very confused and helpless.

"Yi Ya..........................."

A clear and cold tune came from afar.

Zhou Ze turned his head and saw clusters of bright red coming from afar, while everyone else around him was oblivious, continuing to walk forward numbly on their tiptoes.

When they got closer, Zhou Ze saw clearly that the clusters of bright red were peach blossom paper umbrellas. In the distance, a group of women, lined up in a row, holding paper umbrellas, walked gracefully.

They were tall and slender, their figures flirtatious, all wearing purple qipao.

The women had their hair in neat buns, and even their steps were uniform, as if they were the most outstanding song and dance troupe in the world, and they had been rehearsing for over a century.

They walked,

they advanced,

from one end of the path, to the other,

coincidentally,

passing in front of Zhou Ze.

Exquisite makeup, snow-white skin, the clear and cold long tune they hummed, created an old Shanghai atmosphere of misty rain.

Each woman wore a bracelet on her wrist, different colors and sizes, setting off their snow-white wrists, making it even more dazzling.

Unfortunately,

they were not walking in the Nanda Street commercial pedestrian area,

nor were they in the opulent and splendid high-end clubhouse, Watai,

they were treading on the Huangquan Road (Road to the Underworld),

passing through a sea of ​​Manjusawa flowers,

their eyes straight ahead, the latter staring at the former,

the one at the very front,

had empty eyes.

When the last woman passed in front of Zhou Ze,

the woman suddenly turned her head and looked at Zhou Ze.

Originally the most beautiful in the world,

now,

it directly jumped to another extreme.

Terrifying?

Of course, it was terrifying!

Disgusting?

Of course, it was disgusting!

But Zhou Ze was already a dead man. People can be scared to death, but what about ghosts?

The woman looked at Zhou Ze,

Zhou Ze was also looking at the woman,

their eyes briefly met, and then the woman continued to walk forward, her figure swaying, her back view graceful.

"Where... are you going?"

Zhou Ze subconsciously followed this team of women forward, thus leaving the original team.

But the people walking woodenly on the path,

not one of them looked here. They seemed unable to think, nor did they have any perception, and Zhou Ze seemed to be an anomaly among them.

A line of women, walking with smoky steps, kept moving forward, murmuring tunes, both mournful and icy;

The originally oppressive environment, because of their appearance, made people feel even more desolate.

Zhou Ze continued to walk forward; he followed them.

Then, Zhou Ze saw them walking into the pool of water in front of them one by one.

The pool was not big,

like a mirror,

their entry seemed to break this calm, blowing open layers of ripples.

The heads of the first few women had already disappeared into the water, and the women behind continued to follow.

Zhou Ze walked to the edge of the pool. He did not follow them in; he just stood on the side and watched.

Everything here was an absolutely strange place for him. Anyone only had one chance in their life to come in, and once they came in, they could never leave again.

In the center of the pool, something floated up,

a pair of hands,

red nails, white hands,

slender and verdant,

the two hands danced gracefully, dreamlike and illusionary, instantly attracting people's attention, making it impossible to look away.

Beauty is attractive, but this kind of beauty is soul-stirring.

In Zhou Ze's eyes, a look of intoxication slowly appeared, and he didn't even realize that he had begun to walk forward involuntarily.

First, his instep,

then his knees,

then his waist,

until finally,

the water submerged his neck,

and even, his whole body entered the pool.

The pool water was not cold, but even warm. The water was clear, with high visibility. When you entered here, you didn't even feel the pain of suffocation.

Zhou Ze saw the team of women holding paper umbrellas earlier. They were still graceful and moving under the water, continuing to move forward.

And closest to him,

there was a woman wearing red, standing under the water, but her hands were dancing above the water.

Zhou Ze began to approach this red woman,

not because of her beauty,

nor because of other vain influences,

but because this woman seemed to have an indescribable magic power that made you approach, made you get close, made you feel compelled.

Finally,

Zhou Ze approached her,

and her hands slowly retracted from the surface of the water.

The woman's hair was very long and thick, dancing in the waves, making it impossible to see her face clearly.

"Finally... I've waited... for someone like this again..."

The woman's voice was crisp, sweet, and soft.

The woman's beautiful hands reached out and rested on Zhou Ze's shoulders, a very intimate gesture.

"You... come... accompany me..."

The next moment,

the woman's hair began to scatter, strands of black hair began to blow on Zhou Ze's face;

a beautiful woman brushing your face, this seemed to be a very romantic thing, but then, the woman's hair turned into the most tenacious steel cable in the world, beginning to bind Zhou Ze's neck.

"You come... accompany me..."

Her hair was scattered, no longer concealing,

the woman's face was finally revealed,

she had no face,

her face was flat, without undulations or wrinkles. It was a smooth face, enough to make thousands of girls jealous and envious,

but she had no nose, no mouth, no eyes, and no ears,

a faceless... woman.

Zhou Ze felt that he couldn't breathe, his chest was about to explode, and at the same time, his body seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

The faceless woman's laughter was still crisp and ethereal, but in Zhou Ze's ears at this time, it was like a demonic sound piercing his ears.

Zhou Ze had woken up,

he didn't know what it meant to be entangled in this way in this place,

but in any case,

it wouldn't be a good ending.

"You stay here... and accompany me!"

The faceless woman continued to laugh, her hair dancing wildly.

Zhou Ze subconsciously reached out and grabbed the hair wrapped around his neck, trying to break free.

The faceless woman found his overestimation of himself very amusing,

"You can't break free, don't struggle. Those who can come here all have spirits. Once I swallow enough people with spirits, I will have a chance to go back!

You are destined,

to become,

my sacrifice!"

But just as the words fell,

the faceless woman exclaimed, "How is this possible... impossible..."

Zhou Ze's fingernails began to slowly lengthen, the dark and transparent color shining with its strange brilliance in this pool, the color of these fingernails was exactly the same as the fingernails of the old man Zhou Ze saved before his death.

"Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..."

The sound of hot oil in a pot came,

The faceless woman's hair, which was entangling Zhou Ze, directly melted and broke when it touched Zhou Ze's fingernails, and Zhou Ze's figure began to slowly retreat, beginning to break away from the faceless woman's restraint.

"Impossible... impossible... this is impossible... why! Why can you leave too!

Why can you leave and I can't!

Why!

Why!

This is unfair!

Unfair!"

The faceless woman reached out to stop Zhou Ze,

but when Zhou Ze used his hand to break free, the faceless woman's originally flawless jade hand was immediately burned with a hole once his fingernails touched it.

"Ahhhhh!"

The faceless woman let out a scream,

her figure began to retreat, and from then on, she also lost control over Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze's body began to float up,

about to surface.

"You can't escape... you will be... will be caught back!

Here,

is the final destination of the dead!

You, you and them, even if you leave, you will eventually be caught back!"

The faceless woman hysterically roared below,

she was jealous,

she was envious,

she was crazy!!!

And Zhou Ze, who was constantly rising,

slowly lost his consciousness,

the secluded and dark Huangquan path,

the dazzling Manjusawa flowers,

the faceless woman's roar,

the graceful qipao women,

everything,

seemed to be gradually moving away from him...