Wangshu: "You have brain problems again, have you forgotten all this?"

Jiang Chao shook his head: "I think we can be considered people from the future, the kind that belong to the stars and the sea."

"Why, they are all doing things like this."

To be honest, Jiang Chao has never seen such a crotch-stretching train. This kind of thing only exists in textbooks and movies. Even the steam locomotives in movies don't look like this.

Wang Shu: "Because of poverty."

Jiang Chao: “How can I become rich?”

Wang Shu: "Send more villains to hell (factory)."

Jiang Chao: "I think it's also possible that your weather forecast artificial intelligence skills are a little skewed, and your thinking model is also weird."

Wang Shu: "I don't want to be said like this by an administrator who steals my video games all day long and has no ambition at all and is abnormally lazy."

Jiang Chao: "It's normal for me to be like this."

Next.

Jiang Chao did not move forward, but waited where he was.

Soon he saw the "Suanni" train unloading its goods at the ferry, then embarking on its way back, and came to him again.

Although Jiang Chao said he disliked this little train, he still wanted to get on it and take a ride.

Finally, I took this train and headed to Heishizhi Little Hell.

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In the deserted mountains and wilderness.

A dark passage opened on the hillside, black and holey, like a big mouth opened by gods and demons.

The frame made of wood extends from the outside to the inside and down.

"Zizzssssssssss!"

"Dong dong dong dong."

"Bangdang...bangqie...bangkangkang..."

In the dark.

There were all kinds of weird noises coming all the way to the end, and you could see lights coming out when you looked down.

Some strange things are moving inside. There is no one inside, but they are constantly operating.

Both noisy.

And quiet.

There is an extremely weird atmosphere.

However, in the world on another level, the place seemed extremely lively, and some things that could not be called human were whispering in the darkness.

Inside, is the hell called Blackstone.

The virtual world created by Huangquan Base.

In a dark world, a group of evil ghosts wearing ragged clothes and fierce masks that cannot be taken off are working day and night manipulating the magic tools given to them by ghosts and gods.

They skillfully mined the netherworld thing called black stone resin, while whispering in hoarse throats.

"When will it be over?"

"How many years will this hard labor last?"

"How long have we been here?"

"Ten days, a month, or longer?"

"There's no sun, moon or stars here. Only the devil knows how much time has passed."

"Aren't we just ghosts?"

"It is said that in order to repay our sins, we will be allowed to pass through the gate of hell and enter the real ghost world."

"Can you believe what ghosts say?"

"That's not a ghost, it's a ghost."

In the dark.

They can't even see other ghosts, or they are far apart from each other.

But as soon as he opens his mouth, other evil spirits in this little hell can hear his words, which is incredible.

But gradually, I got used to it.

And this seems to prove that they have truly become ghosts, and this is also the real netherworld, the realm of lonely ghosts and ghosts and gods of the underworld.

A ghost asked: "What is your sin?"

Someone responded in the darkness: "If you kill someone, you will be punished with a life sentence, and you will be sentenced to a hundred years in prison."

The ghost asked again: "What about you?"

A ghost cried and laughed: "I have three lives in my hand, three hundred and fifty years."

The ghost was surprised: "A person's life is a hundred years, how can you live for 350 years?"

The ghost who was crying and laughing said: "The ghost said that my evil deeds were obvious, so I was punished for several crimes and was punished for fifty years more."

A lamentation came: "Three hundred and fifty years, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive until my soul is gone. It's better to die in these days."

The ghost sneered: "Then when the ghosts and gods asked you what you wanted to do, how did you choose to wish?"

I can't continue talking today, so I just stopped talking.

The laws in this hell are very strict, and every word and deed they say and do seems to be restrained by some mysterious power. They can't do anything, and as soon as they make a move, they are immediately restrained by the laws of the underworld.

Even under the rules of Hades, they couldn't even say some words.

But it is precisely because of the strict laws that they have mastered the rules.

As long as they don't make mistakes, the ghosts and gods will no longer appear randomly in the near future, and will no longer appear to whip and punish them as before, allowing these people to feel a little bit of freedom.

"So what if you go into the Netherworld? What's there?"

"Maybe we can enjoy some happiness?"

"It could be reincarnation."

"Can we really wait for hundreds of years?"

The name of the evil ghost who was said to be dead was Gui Liu, and he was also the first evil ghost to come to this small black stone hell.

In other words, he is the first real ghost.

Since this ghost disciple named Gui Liu was thrown into the Black Stone Hell in the form of a real evil ghost, and successfully maintained his life and survived, it also means that Wang Shu's experiment was successful.

So, next.

One after another, the ghost disciples were interrogated by the ghost judges, whether they wanted to be exterminated or choose to pay for their sins.

The ghosts and gods held up the whip of thunder: "Wish?"

The ghost disciple knelt down and kowtowed: "I wish!"

These ghost disciples are all talking nonsense, and they are all very strong-willed.

But when death really comes.

But all of them were unwilling to lose their souls and chose to go to hell.

Now, more than 20 evil spirits have been imprisoned in this small black stone hell, but it is not a prison in the conventional sense. This black stone hell is not known to be big, and they can't see the exit and don't know the way out.

Even if you want to escape, you have no direction.

That's it.

These evil ghosts control the "magic weapons" and become more and more skilled under the guidance of the system. They dig up and down, mine, and wash coal, and they work prosperously.

"Clang."

With a crisp sound, the elevator moved upward.

Guiliu controlled the magic weapon and transported the black stone resin dug out from the ground to the upper layer little by little, and then piled the black stone resin on the upper layer to form a big mountain.

Over the past few days, all the black stone resin they dug out has been piled up there, and they don't know what to do with it.

Or is this just to punish them without any meaning?

In the past, this was a boring and rigid job.

There was no one on it, and there was no change. The entire Black Stone Hell and the prisoners seemed to have been completely forgotten.

But this time it's different.

Guiliu pushed the cart up to the top, his eyes widened for a moment, and then he fell to the ground.

"ah?"
To be continued...