Chapter 2 Hell!

　　Cold. 　　So cold ...... 　　Zhou Ze didn't know why it was so cold here. 　　He was walking on a secluded path, on both sides of the path, flowers were blooming, but there was not the slightest hint of romance and beauty, the flowers were delicate and colorful, like a mockery, and like spectators on the sidelines. 　　Flowers bloom on the other side of the shore, people go to the past life; 　　Zhou Ze remembered that his last memory before was fire, a great fire, a terrifying flame that completely engulfed him, the palpitatingly hot temperature baking him to ashes. 　　But in the blink of an eye. 　　Instead, he had come here. 　　On this path, there were many others, in fact 　　There were old people. 　　There were children. 　　There were young people and middle-aged people. 　　There were men and women. 　　Everyone wore different clothes. 　　Some wore simple clothes, others wore big red and purple clothes and excessive blush on their faces. 　　Everyone was walking on tiptoe, on their heels. 　　No one was talking. 　　No one made any other noise. 　　All that remained was the occasional "scuffing" sound of the soles of their shoes. 　　Zhou Ze also followed the numbness of all the people walking forward, he looked from time to time, but also from time to time to look back, he vaguely realized that he had come to a place. 　　He, was already dead; 　　And this place. 　　Was hell. 　　Here, the world of the dead, the home of the dead. 　　Himself. 　　After all, he is dead. 　　He didn't know what to do. He didn't know what choice to make. 　　He didn't want to die, people, all of them don't want to die, but in this place, he had absolutely no idea what he should do again, he was confused and helpless. 　　"Eeeee ......" 　　A clear and cold ditty came from the distance. 　　Zhou Ze skimmed his head and saw a bright red walking in the distance, while the others around him were oblivious to it and continued to numbly tiptoe forward on their own heels. 　　When he got closer, Zhou Ze saw clearly that the bright red was a peach blossom paper umbrella, and in the distance, there was a group of women, lined up in a line, holding paper umbrellas, walking gracefully. 　　They were tall, with sultry physiques, all wearing purple cheongsams, and as they walked, the flesh color of their thighs was revealed from time to time, in a vaguely seductive manner that made one's heart palpitate. 　　The women wore their hair in buns, meticulously, and even their steps were neat and tidy, as if they were the best song and dance troupe in the world, and moreover, they had already rehearsed for more than a hundred years. 　　They were walking. 　　They were marching. 　　From one end of the trail, to the other. 　　Coincidentally. 　　They passed in front of Zhou Ze. 　　Exquisite makeup, snow-white skin, that hummed out a long, cool tune, creating a smoky, hazy atmosphere of old Shanghai. 　　On each woman's wrist, they were wearing bracelets of different colors and sizes, which set off their snow-white wrists, making them even more dazzling. 　　Unfortunately. 　　They were not walking in the pedestrianized commercial area of South Street. 　　They are not walking in the commercial pedestrian zone of South Street, nor are they in the glittering high-end clubs. 　　They are stepping on the path of the Yellow Springs. 　　They're walking on the path of the Yellow Springs, and they're passing through the sea of flowers on the other side of the shore. 　　They're not looking at each other. The latter is staring at the former. 　　The former. 　　The former is staring at the former, and the former is staring at the former, and the former is staring at the former. 　　When the last woman passed in front of Zhou Ze, the 　　woman suddenly turned her head sideways and looked at Zhou Ze. 　　From the woman's bright and moving eyes, a few maggots were climbing out, while in the woman's nostrils, there were earthworms' tails swaying, and under the delicate earlobes, there were centipedes' countless tentacles. 　　Originally the most beautiful in the world. 　　Now. 　　A direct jump to the other extreme. 　　Horror? 　　Of course it's horrible! 　　Disgusting? 　　Of course it's disgusting! 　　But Zhou Ze, was already a dead man, people would be scared to death, but what about ghosts? 　　The woman was looking at Zhou Ze. 　　Zhou Ze was also looking at the woman. 　　The two gazes briefly met, and then, the woman continued to walk forward, her body swaying, her back curling, the tightness of the cheongsam, outlining her beautiful figure to the fullest. 　　"Where are you ...... going?" 　　Zhou Ze subconsciously followed this group of women forward, and also broke away from the original team. 　　While the people walking woodenly on the trail, the 　　But none of them looked here, they seemed to not be able to think or perceive, and Zhou Ze, as if he was an alien among them. 　　A line of women, step by step, has been walking forward, murmuring humming tune, seemingly miserable like ice; 　　The originally depressing environment, because of their appearance, instead made people feel more depressed. 　　Zhou Ze continued to walk forward as he followed them. 　　Then, Zhou Ze saw them walking one by one into the water pool in front of them. 　　The pool of water was not large and 　　It was like a mirror. 　　Their entry seemed to have broken this calmness, blowing away layers of ripples. 　　The first few women had even lost their heads in the water, and the women behind them continued to follow. 　　Zhou Ze walked to the edge of the water pool, he did not follow along and go down, he just stood on the edge and watched. 　　Everything here was an absolutely unfamiliar place to him, anyone, in their entire life, would only have one chance to come in, and after coming in, they would not be able to go out again. 　　In the center of the pool, something surfaced that 　　It was a pair of hands. 　　Armor red hands, white. 　　Slender and green. 　　The two hands dance, like a dream, so that people's eyes are instantly attracted to it, and can no longer move away. 　　Beauty, is attractive, and this beauty, but seductive. 　　In Zhou Ze's eyes, the color of intoxication slowly revealed itself, not even knowing that he had already started walking forward uncontrollably. 　　First the tops of his feet. 　　Followed by the knees. 　　Then the waist. 　　In the end. 　　The surface of the water did not enter the neck. 　　and, indeed, the whole person enters the pool. 　　The water of the pool was not cold, it was even warm, the water was clear, the visibility was high, and when you entered here, you didn't even have the painful feeling of suffocation. 　　Zhou Ze saw the group of women with paper umbrellas from earlier, they were still curling under the water, and were still continuing to walk forward. 　　And at the closest position to himself. 　　There was a woman dressed in red, standing underwater but with her hands dancing above the water. 　　Zhou Ze began to approach this red woman. 　　It was not because of beauty. 　　Nor was it because of any other illusory influences. 　　Rather, it was because, it was as if this woman had an indescribable magic in her body that made you get close, made you stay close, and made you unable to help yourself. 　　Finally. 　　Zhou Ze got close to her. 　　And her hand, too, slowly withdrew from the water. 　　The woman's hair was very long and dense, fluttering and swirling in the middle of the water waves, making it impossible to see her face clearly. 　　"Finally ...... waiting for ...... this look again ......" 　　The woman's voice was crisp, sweet, glutinous, and 　　Charming heart crisp. 　　The woman's beautiful hands reached out and rested on Zhou Ze's shoulders, this action, very intimate. 　　"You ...... come and accompany me ......" 　　The next moment. 　　The woman's hair began to drift apart, and strands of green silk began to blow on Zhou Ze's face; 　　A beauty brushing her face, this seemed to be a very emotional thing, but the next moment, the woman's hair transformed into the toughest steel cable in the world and began to bind Zhou Ze's neck. 　　"You come ...... to accompany me ......." 　　With her hair spread out and no longer covered, the 　　the woman's face was finally revealed. 　　She didn't have a face. 　　Her face, was flat, no waves, no folds, it was a very smooth face, enough to make thousands of young girls go jealous and envious, the 　　But she had no nose, nor mouth, nor eyes, nor ears, the 　　Faceless ...... female. 　　Zhou Ze sensed that he couldn't breathe, his chest was about to explode open, and at the same time, it was as if his body was about to collapse. 　　The Faceless Woman's laughter was still crisp and ethereal, but in Zhou Ze's ears at this moment, it was like a demonic sound penetrating his ears. 　　Zhou Ze had come to his senses. 　　He didn't know exactly what it meant to be entangled in this place in such a way... 　　But in short. 　　It would not end well. 　　"You are here ...... to accompany me ......!" 　　The faceless woman continued to laugh, her hair flailing about. 　　Zhou Ze subconsciously reached out his hand to grab the hair that was entangled around his neck position, as he tried to work to break it free. 　　The Faceless Woman was amused at his display of self-importance, and 　　"You won't be able to break free, don't struggle, those who can walk here have spirits, those who have spirits, I've swallowed enough to have a chance to go back! 　　You are destined to. 　　Will become. 　　My sacrifice!" 　　But the instant the words fell, the 　　The Faceless Woman let out a cry of alarm, "How is it possible ...... impossible ......" 　　Zhou Ze's ten finger nails began to slowly grow longer, pitch-black and translucent in color, in the midst of this pool of water, flickering with a strange light that belonged to it, the color of this nail, exactly the same as the nail color of the old man that Zhou Ze had saved before he died. 　　"Zi zi zi zi zi zi ...... zi zi zi zi zi ......" 　　The sound of hot water going down the frying pan came. 　　The Faceless Woman's hair that was entangled in Zhou Ze's hair directly melted and crumbled when it touched Zhou Ze's nails, while Zhou Ze's figure slowly began to retreat and began to break away from the Faceless Woman's bondage. 　　"Impossible ...... Impossible ...... This is impossible ...... Why! Why can you leave as well! 　　Why can you leave too I can't! 　　Why! 　　Why! 　　It's not fair! 　　It's not fair!" 　　Faceless Woman used her hand to stop Zhou Ze. 　　However, when Zhou Ze used his hand to get rid of it, once his nails touched the faceless hand, the originally flawless jade hand of the faceless woman was instantly burned with a hole. 　　"Ahhhhhhhh!!!" 　　Faceless Woman let out a miserable scream and 　　Her body began to retreat, and since then, she had also lost her grip on Zhou Ze. 　　Zhou Ze's body began to float up and 　　about to surface. 　　"You won't be able to run away ...... you will be ...... will be captured back 　　Here. 　　is where the dead belong! 　　You, you and them, even if you walk away, you will eventually be recaptured!" 　　The Faceless Woman shouted and roared hysterically from below as 　　She was jealous. 　　She envies. 　　She was mad!!! 　　While Zhou Ze, who was continuously rising 　　was slowly losing his consciousness. 　　The path of the Underworld and the Yellow Springs. 　　The dazzling flowers on the other side of the river. 　　The roar of the faceless woman. 　　The roar of the faceless woman, the elegance of the cheongsam woman. 　　Everything. 　　Seems to be gradually away from him ......