Severe pain.

It was a severe pain that could drive one crazy, like burning fire, and like being placed in an ice cellar, with roaring thunder torturing the body, and endless iron needles piercing the body.

Boluogo gasped in pain, and the water bubbles floated up, as if the liquid was boiling.

The blue eyes began to turn white, and ferocious and frightening hallucinations began to appear in front of his eyes, like countless galloping wild horses, stepping over Boluogo's body one after another.

The burning scorched earth, the wails of thousands of dead soldiers, the cunning and blurry figures, the seductive whispers...

The heart was grasped by invisible hands, and it pressed hard. This was not to kill Boluogo, but to force his heartbeat to burst.

Boluogo cannot die yet, he will continue his earthly asceticism.

Then Bologger saw it.

Endless darkness, endless darkness. I don’t know how many years have passed, but the darkness has finally been replaced by light.

Someone reached out to her, but then she died again, in the dark alley, with a smile on her cold face...

Burlogo suddenly couldn't feel the severe pain, or in other words, he had become numb to it and became indifferent.

He remembered that in those literary works, many authors described the scene of people entering heaven after death, but few wrote how people entered hell.

Everything in the past is constantly flashing before my eyes at this moment of death.

Suddenly Boluogo thought of it.

"Ah...this is hell."
Chapter completed!