Supernatural Movie Actor App

Xie Chi felt so cold when his consciousness was dazed. The cold invaded from the outside inward, forming a thin layer of frost on the skin. As a result, the blood flow rate slowed down. The coldness was not satisfied with it. It continued to invade, and the boundless chill spread and spread in the blood vessels. His bones began to leak, and the pain was so painful that his blood was freezing a little bit. His limbs were so stiff that they were so cold.

Just as Xie Chi was about to open his eyes, he noticed that someone was turning something on him, and immediately pretended to sleep, consciously suppressing eye movements and slowing down his breathing.

"It's so transparent, isn't it a newcomer? Or is it just being bullied, unfortunately, even if it's at the bottom of Bahan, I still met a newcomer." The man cursed low and exhaled his breath. Brings a foul smell.

"Just eat you."

Xie Chi's heart is a great alarm, but he is not desperate. It is impossible for the app to let him die at the beginning. He doesn't even know the rules, so even if the person really wants to eat him, it will never be now.

He kept calm and waited.

"Young man, wake up." The voice above his head was gentle and full of concern, and Xie Chi felt that someone was shaking himself gently.

He then slowly opened his eyes and met a pair of heavily wrinkled old man's faces.

"You're awake." The man breathed a sigh of relief, seeing the old man's pity for the young man in his eyes.

The man who woke him up was a little old man with a thin body and sallow skin, like an old yellow dog running out of oil, but with extremely kind eyebrows.

Xie Chi sat up and looked around. The sky was blue and deep, surrounded by ice and snow, he was lying in a barren and grassy area of ​​snow. The snow is endless, and the distance is full of whiteness.

In a huge place, there is only one living person in front of him.

"Are you new here?" The old man slapped the ice and snow behind him, asking with concern.

Xie Chi smelled the bad breath. The old man who seemed to be meticulous in front of him was the one who just said he was going to eat him.

Xie Chi smiled secretly, rubbed his stiff legs and stood up, seemingly at a loss: "Yes, I, I just came in for a crime."

Before coming in, Xie Chi remembered the appearance of all the actors. The old man was obviously not an actor, so he should be a living person initially locked in hell.

The old man patted him on the shoulder: "Oh, I know, it's a pity that the newcomer is so young, and it's just bad luck."

"Where am I?"

Indeed, knowing that the old man would attack him later, he and Xie Xinglan separated again. For safety, he should now run away while his legs are not frozen and stiff, but the app is silent and the meaning is obvious. ——This hypocritical old man is probably his own narrator.

He ran away, although his life was safe, he mostly missed the original plot exploration.

Seeking wealth and insurance.

Xie Chi's thoughts flashed, and his face did not show up. He seemed to be trembling with fear, and with that gentle and gentle face, he could easily dispel suspicion.

The old man sat on a huge boulder next to him and sighed, "This is the bottom of the eight cold hell. I am your cellmate."

Xie Chi hesitated, and leaned over: "Eight cold hell?"

He deliberately talked about it, but noticed that his whole body was almost transparent, but the old man was semi-solid, with obvious outlines.

Those who come in are all souls and souls, and the whole body is transparent and understandable, but why is the old man more physical than him?

Xie Chi's face remained silent.

The old man said: "We are all living people who have committed crimes. You must have heard of eighteen layers of hell, right."

Xie Chi nodded and asked, "Is this one of the eighteen layers of hell?"

The old man shook his head: "No, this is indeed hell, but it is not the traditional eighteen-layer hell. There are eight cold hells, eight hot hells, knife mountain hells, blood pool hells, plus the infinite hells, a total of nineteen hells. ."

Xie Chi was taken aback: "But I remember, isn't Infernal Hell a part of Eight Hot Hells?"

The old man was a little surprised: "You know a lot? Look at your clothes, you are a scholar, right? You have to put aside common sense, now in the 21st century, **** can't stay the same, the system needs to be improved to adapt to the times. You can. Under this understanding, the Eight Great Cold Hells are eight extremely cold hells, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven eight. The larger the number, the colder. We are now in the eighth hell, the coldest in the Eight Great Cold Hells."

"So you said we were out of luck?"

"Yes, different hells consume differently. The colder or hotter the hell, the greater the consumption of people."

"Is the initial level of **** random? Or it came from the crimes committed?" Xie Chi's face was full of fear of nightmares, and he asked tremblingly.

The old man frowned slightly invisibly, apparently a little impatient with the question-and-answer communication. He rolled his eyes and said, "Don't ask, we are running out of time. You will ask after I have finished talking to you."

"Okay," Xie Chi responded obediently, suddenly widening his eyes, "What is that?!"

The old man was startled by his surprise, and even more despised him.

He looked in the direction of Xie Chi's fingers and saw the leaping and changing images on the glacier, pretending to explain patiently: "This is a mirage, a natural phenomenon in hell, no need to make a fuss."

Xie Chi seemed to be shocked, realizing that he had interrupted the old man's words: "Excuse me, you continue to say."

The old man said: "We have committed a crime in the sun, and our conscience is disturbed, so we are lost. This is how the word "lost" comes from. Black and white impermanence seizes our souls and souls, locks them with chains, and drags us into hell. As for which level of **** to fall into, this is random, depending on luck, kappa painting..."

"Kappa?" Xie Chi seemed to grab something.

"It's nothing." The old man continued to speak in a concealed manner. His tone was familiar and mechanical, as if he had said exactly the same thing with many inmates before.

"You are the kind of bad luck, and you fell into the eighth **** of the eight cold hells. In terms of comfort, the upper layers of the eight cold hells and the eight hot hells must be comfortable. The more you go down, the more uncomfortable it is. The **** and the blood pool hell, one towering into the clouds, the other as deep as a ravine, and dangerous, but the weather will not bother the prisoners. As for the infinite hell, since you know it, you must also understand what a terrifying existence it is."

"In the Hell of Infinite, as the name suggests, there is no gap. There, suffering is uninterrupted. It is 10,000 times more terrifying than the bottom of the eight cold hells and eight hot hells. There is no one who fell in and survived. ."

Xie Chi shrank his neck and gave a little reaction.

The old man continued: "The whole **** is like a tall building. You can imagine it as a nineteen-story building. The more you go up, the more comfortable it is, and the more you go down, the more difficult it will be. The cold **** and the hot **** are interspersed. The first floor of the **** is on the top floor of the building, which is very comfortable. The eighth floor of the cold **** and the eighth floor of the hot **** are under the building. It is difficult to survive. The positions of the knife mountain and the blood pool change randomly. In other words, the upper floor of our **** may be cold. The seventh floor of hell, it may also be the sword mountain **** and the blood pond hell, no one can confirm its location in the infinite hell, because no one is alive from it at all."

"Then initially fell into the hell, isn't it dead...?" Xie Chi breathed slightly, seeming to lament his good luck.

"Yes, so it's important to have good luck here."

Xie Chi nodded reluctantly, his face pale.

The old man went down and said: "A level of **** can accommodate up to three people, usually two people, that is, you and me. In other words, our **** under jurisdiction is only 3x19, or 57 people. "

"Our place?" Xie Chi was taken aback, "You mean there is another **** exactly like ours?"

A mysterious smile flashed on the old man's face: "Have you seen a jellyfish?"

"On the top is the shape of a shower cap, and underneath are countless thin threads, swaying in the wind like hair?"

"Yes," the old man liked his analogy, "Every **** is a thread of a jellyfish."

"Oh... so there are countless jellyfish threads, and countless hells. We are only in one place."

Xie Chi's mouth answered, but his eyes were fixed on the mirage in the distance. The mirage is like a big screen in a movie theater, playing movie clips.

"How do you know this?" Xie Chi turned his head, eyes full of admiration, "You should have stayed here for a long time, I'm so lucky."

The old man said modestly: "I also saw the blue sea and beautiful jellyfish on a mirage one day, and then I thought about the structure of hell."

"That's it."

Xie Chi smiled.

Therefore, a mirage can reveal a lot of information. The clip played before his eyes...

"Right," Xie Chi's eyes were curious, "If the jellyfish silk is hell, what does the shower cap on top refer to?"

A trace of longing and enthusiasm flashed across the old man's face: "It is the world of bliss. The top level of every **** leads to the world of bliss. That is the other side of all those who suffer in hell."

Xie Chi's lips opened slightly and his face was full of consternation: "You mean..."

"Yes, it is the world of bliss that can keep us out of the sea of ​​bitterness forever. Every half a month, our number of layers will change. In other words, we are now suffering on the eighth floor of the eight cold hells, maybe half a month later It will appear in the first level of the eight hot hells, but in any case, we are still in the dark hell. Only when we enter the world of bliss, we can truly escape from the sea of ​​suffering.” When the old man said this, his entire hand was trembling with hope. .

"Can't you be released after serving your sentence? Don't you want to return to the human world? It stands to reason that you can return to the human world if you continue to survive? Don't scare me..." Xie Chi looked terrified.

Speaking of himself, the old man’s eyes revealed a bit of truth: "I have committed a sin in hell, and it is no longer possible to return to the world. I am a prisoner of eternal life. All hope is left in the world of bliss."

"Sin?" Xie Chi's heart suddenly tightened.

"You don't need to know what it is, or you will know what it is soon." The old man's smile was a bit mysterious.

Xie Chi sneered in his heart. He knows that the sin is murder, is it the sin he committed in **** to eat his inmates?

"By the way, I haven't finished talking yet. There are two ways to enter the Paradise of Elysium. One of them, you are lucky and land directly on the first floor of the eight hot hells, which is the top of the **** and the closest to the Paradise of Elysium. Of course I always No such good luck." The old man smiled, "As for the other method, it is more suitable for the general public."

"What?" Xie Chi showed appropriate concern about the matter of life.

The old man said: "It is said that there is a spider silk ladder that hangs down from the world of bliss, and a short section is exposed in every hell. If we can find that short section, we can follow the spider silk ladder to climb directly to bliss. In the world, there will be fairies reaching out and holding you up. From then on, you will live a rich and worry-free life."

"This method does not depend on luck, but on ability. Everyone has the possibility to find the spider silk ladder."

Xie Chi wondered: "Why is the'Spider Silk' Ladder?"

The old man shook his head: "I don't know. I have never found the Spider Silk Ladder. The Spider Silk Ladder should be related to a legend of Shakyamuni, but I am not strong enough. My last powerful cellmate knew this key story. But he was unwilling to tell me because I did not have enough information to exchange with him."

Xie Chi nodded: "You said we are going to stay here for half a month. I looked at it and there is nothing here. Maybe there are green algae under the snow. We can dig it?"

Xie Chi seemed to finally remember his survival problem at the bottom of the Bahan Hell. He seemed to stand up anxiously. Because his legs were stiff, he fell straight down. The old man lifted him up, saying that he was weak and more convenient to start. .

"Don't do useless work," the old man said. "We are not humans, we are a soul. Even if we have green algae, we cannot digest it if we eat it."

A trace of despair appeared on Xie Chi's face in good time: "Then how do we survive?"

"Let's take one step at a time." The old man said helplessly.

Xie Chi found that after the old man explained with himself, his body became more condensed.

He was so cold that his teeth trembled. Although the old man was also flinching, he was obviously...pretending.

His neck and body curled up are all pretends.

The old man is not cold at all. He turned over on himself before, his hands were warm, and later he patted the snow for himself, his hands were also warm. The cold will cause muscle tension, but his muscles are slack. His lips were frosty, but the color did not change, they were still ruddy.

Therefore, explaining the rules with new inmates and getting "food" is why he patiently shares information about **** with himself, otherwise he will eat himself immediately.

The old man said: "By the way, each of us has a mark on the back of our neck, which is a clue to the spider silk ladder. Can you help me see, what is the mark on the back of my neck? We tell each other, maybe You can find the spider silk ladder."

Xie Chi was stunned: "Okay."

The old man turned his back, Xie Chi stood behind him.

On the snowy field in the distance, the beautiful mirage is still playing familiar movie clips, which are clips that Xie Chi had seen in the real world.

They were two men, one dumb and the other blind, tied by an iron chain. Located at the two ends of the chain, in the center of the chain was a circular chainsaw, which was running at high speed, making a shrill sound.

The iron chain was wrapped around the chainsaw, and as the chainsaw rotated, tightened a little bit. Two men, dumb and blind, got closer and closer by the chainsaw.

The dumb looked at the horrible chainsaw in front of him, his complexion was earthy, his lips moved quickly, as if he wanted to shout: "Don't pull me over! I don't want to hurt you! There is a chainsaw in front of you! I don't want to die! Please don't It's moving! If you don't move, I won't move, we'll all be fine for a while! You can't see, you can talk and ask someone to save our lives!"

But he couldn't make a sound.

He could only watch the scary chainsaw and shook his head desperately.

The blind could not see people, and the dumb could not speak. The blind could only hear the sound of chainsaws approaching his ears. His face was full of horror: "Someone wants to kill me!"

So the blind man ran back madly pulling the chain, the dumb was getting closer and closer to the chainsaw under his drag, the dumb was terrified, but could not speak, so he could only drag the chain in the opposite direction.

The blind and the dumb began to squeeze and destroy each other's living space.

They obviously can live with each other a little longer-the speed of the circular chainsaw to tighten the chains is very slow, they can cooperate and call people. But no one wants to listen, and they can’t communicate at all. Survival and death are in front of you. The easiest and most effective way to survive is to make another person’s body stuck in the prototype chainsaw. Stopped turning.

The blind man finally won. The dumb body got stuck in the chainsaw, and the chainsaw stopped turning. The blind man survived, his face full of relief and triumphant ignorance. The person who wanted to kill him died.

This is the last scene on the mirage.

In the ice and snow, the old man clenched the knife hidden from end to end in his sleeve. As long as the newcomer told him what the mark on the back of his neck was, he would immediately kill him and eat his soul.

As long as he eats the new soul and soul, he can gain energy, resist the cold, and survive this hellish half a month. He didn't want to kill him either, but he was out of luck and appeared randomly on the eighth floor of the Eight Cold Hells. It was too cold here. Once it entered the dark night, the cold could not even resist him. Even if he managed to survive it, he would not die. Far away, this strange young man is not worth so much sacrifice for him.

If he was born at a higher level of hell, where it’s warm and comfortable, and energy consumption is minimal, he might keep this poor newcomer alive, but he was randomized to the lowest level. He wanted to live and could only eat this innocent young man’s life. One soul, one soul.

This is the rules and order here.

Talking nonsense with him earlier was just to earn the reward energy for explaining the rules, and then to trick him into telling himself the mark on the back of his neck.

Knowing one's mark, as far as he knows, can help oneself gain a lot of energy, but at the same time, it will cause great harm to inmates.

The position of this mark is extremely tricky, and there is no mirror in hell. Unless the inmate tells it, no one knows what he wrote on his back. This stupid and ignorant young man is about to personally crush his only vitality to live.

In fact, if he didn't tell himself, he might let him live a little longer. After all, energy prevailed here. He had to find a way to learn the mark on the back of his neck from this population.

But he was lucky and came across a newcomer who didn't understand anything. This is also in his arms.

"What did you write?" The old man urged impatiently.

Xie Chi didn't say a word, staring at the fragile neck that was unsuspectingly exposed in front of him, and snorted secretly.

He picked up the sharp stone that he had just pretended to fall and smashed it towards the back of his neck without hesitation.

"You..." The old man was full of disbelief, and fell head on.

On the eighth floor of the Bahan Hell, Xie Chi, who saw the truth, won, and won the old man who wanted to kill him.

But he also became the person who committed the sins of the old man, and could no longer return to the world.