My eyes are invisible, but I feel like someone is leading me with every step I take. I can even sense where there are stairs, where there are stones to avoid, and where to dodge. Every turn, every pause is just right. The three-clearing-evil bell in Zhang Wenbin's hand rings out about every three steps, each time it's like a knock on my heart.

  I don't know how long I walked or how far I went, but when the ringing stopped, my footsteps also came to a halt. At that moment, I felt a flash of light in front of me, followed by a wave of scorching heat. A searing sensation spread across my skin, and it was as if someone had pulled me before I suddenly opened my eyes. When I looked again, I found myself holding a ball of fire in my hand.

  Zha Wenbin patted the sparks on me and said: "Throw it away quickly!"

  That scarecrow caught fire at some point, can't you not set me up, Cha Wenbin? I was jumping around and putting out the flames, and that thing in my hand didn't even have time to fall.

  "Grandpa, what's going on? Did you figure it out? A fire was lit and the ball is dead." The straw man I threw to the ground instantly turned into a blazing ball of fire, illuminating the surrounding darkness. It wasn't until then that I realized I was in an unfamiliar place. In front of me was a wall, and when I turned around, it was still a wall. On both sides, there was a very narrow path.

  "Where is this?" I asked him.

  "In the backyard and wall, unexpectedly there is a piece of empty space here, with an inconspicuous pillar blocking it, if you don't look carefully, you really can't see it." This is the back side of the Grand Temple, behind the third house in the middle, there is a large pillar, Zha Wenbin said that's where he slipped in, unexpectedly there was such a world behind. You raise your head to look, the eaves just reach here, and looking down from the top also can't see this small passageway, very hidden."

  "It's quite strange, what's going on with this grass man, how did it get burned?" I looked at my hands and they were all charred, if I hadn't thrown them away quickly, several big blisters would have been unavoidable.

  "It wasn't me who set it on fire, it just caught fire by itself, and I was also wondering, the time hasn't arrived yet." He turned his head to look around, at this moment my headlamp had already lit up, it's just a small alley like this, how did we end up here?

  This alley is no more than ten meters long, and both sides are also closed. It's a bit like the back alley of a house, but the ground is paved with long strips of stone, which is very flat and shows no signs of damage. I walked back and forth with Cha Wenbin twice, he measured it with his feet, neither more nor less, exactly eighteen steps. The stones under our feet were even more peculiar, each one was carved with different patterns.

  The first stone slab depicts a picture of plowing the field, with a fierce beast on it, like an ox but not an ox. On the back of the ox is a rope tied to a plow, and under the plow is a person being pressed down. The iron rake of the plow has just scratched over the person's back, showing a painful expression with skin torn and flesh exposed. Below the picture are some crooked and twisted characters that I have never seen before, similar to insects but also somewhat like birds.

  The more I looked at the stone tablet, the more I felt like there was something stuck in my throat, and it was unbearably uncomfortable. So I said to Cha Wenbin: "This drawing is really strange, it's eerie to look at, let's not look at it anymore."

  "Don't be in a hurry." He squatted on the ground, holding the lighter and moved forward another step. On this stone slab, there was another picture carved, which was different from the previous one. This picture depicted a mountain with various weapons inserted all over it, and many corpses were hanging from the weapons, with gruesome expressions of death. Several strange symbols also appeared.

  Cha Wenbin is mesmerized by it, but I'm worried sick - who would put such a strange thing in their backyard?

  At this time he said: "You go take a look at the third picture, is it similar to a volcano? Put people on top and burn them."

  I listened and looked ahead, hey, it's really, isn't Wen Bin aware of the origin of these things?

  "That's right, the fourth and third are almost the same, the difference is that people are put in a big pot to cook, damn it, what kind of things are these?"

  Cha Wenbin didn't respond to my words, he looked at the pictures one by one from start to finish. When he got to the last picture, he stopped. The picture showed a lake with a monster in it that had the head of a sheep and the body of a human. The monster was holding a small child-like person in its hand, making gestures as if it was about to tear them into two pieces and put them in its mouth. On the shore not far away from the lake, another person seemed to be kneeling down towards the monster, seemingly begging the monster not to eat the child. The expression on that person's face was vividly depicted, a desperate yet helpless expression was portrayed very well, I couldn't help but take a few more glances at the last picture.

  Suddenly an idea popped into my head - this person in the picture looks so familiar!

  I lowered my head to take a look at Cha Wenbin, no mistake, the eyebrows, nose and mouth, this expression, is simply carved out of Cha Wenbin! I have a bad habit, can't keep words in my heart, as soon as I have an idea, I will say it, my mouth blurted out: "Hey, Wenbin, I think this person looks quite similar to you."

  Cha Wenbin raised his head and stared at me in a daze, with a look of astonishment on his face. He immediately lowered his head again, then he stared at the person on the stone slab for a full three minutes. After a long time, he muttered to himself: "It does look like him, but who is this child..."

  "Wow, what a coincidence." I knew he had a lot on his mind, and as soon as I said that, I was afraid he would have some other idea. I quickly made a joke to ease the situation: "A stone carving can only do so much, but those Terracotta Warriors all look like they owe you money, with their cold, icy expressions. What's this thing supposed to be, anyway?"

  "This is the 18th level of hell, from the first picture's muddy plow hell to the second picture's knife mountain hell. The third picture you see is the boiling sand hell, that's not a volcano, it's burning red hot sand throwing people up. The fourth picture in that big jar is not water, it's big feces, that's the boiling dung hell. You see this second-to-last picture is the 17th level of hell, those people's bodies are all being gnawed by ten thousand insects, this is the maggot hell." He paused for a moment and pointed to the last picture with his foot: "This should be the final level of hell, the molten copper hell. This lake should be the legendary molten copper spring, also known as the Avici hell. It's said that people imprisoned here will never be reborn. In this Avici hell, there is forever no hope of liberation, besides suffering there are no other feelings, and the suffering is endless, without interval, body without interval, time without interval, action without interval."

  He said that, and I felt goosebumps all over my body. If there really were such hells, I wouldn't be able to take it. I quickly called out to him, "Don't look anymore, it's definitely just a painting meant to scare people, let's go!"

  Zha Wenbin shook his head and said, "It's what brought us here, it won't be without a purpose. Let's take another look, I think we might have missed something." After that, he squatted down again to examine the eighteenth diagram. In fact, I didn't know, because this time, a shadow had already been planted in Zha Wenbin's mind.

  This place is really small, you can see the end at a glance. I really can't see what's special about this place. If there's really someone here, there's no place to hide. I just crouched there watching Cha Wenbin searching back and forth. After squatting for a long time, people get sleepy, it was already very late, so I simply stood up and leaned against the wall to take a nap. It was at this moment that I seemed to hear a faint "Woo Woo" sound coming from my ear, which sounded like our family's Daidai's barking.

  "Don't move!" I shouted, then pressed my ear against the wall and listened carefully again. The sound was gone, had I misheard?

  I was about three meters away from Cha Wenbin, and at this moment, both of us held our breaths. We could really hear each other's heartbeats. Suddenly, I heard a "hiss" sound, like the sound of a dog's paw scratching on wooden furniture. He and I almost moved at the same time, and we looked over to the wall behind me together. He pointed with his finger, and I nodded to indicate that it was right there!

  This is a white wall, no matter which side you look at, the age of the wall has been for some time. The white wall has begun to crack and there are many cracks on it, as well as mud splashed by rainwater. At first glance, it's not eye-catching. Cha Wenbin touched the wall with his hand, carefully searching back and forth in a position about one meter wide, and finally he made a discovery.

  The cracks on this wall are slightly different from the surrounding ones. If you look closely, you'll find that two of them are connected all the way from top to bottom without any breaks in between. These two lines seem to be irregularly colored and a bit deeper than the other cracks. Wen Bin signaled me to step back, I didn't dare to slow down, holding my five-six gun with the bolt already closed. I thought to myself, no matter what it is, as soon as the door opens, I'll give it a warning shot first.

  He first used his hand to push it, but it wouldn't budge. Then he put his shoulder against it and pushed with all his might. I heard a creaking sound, and the crack grew wider. It turned out that this wall was actually a door!

  It was estimated that about half of the people could squeeze in when Cha Wenbin was also panting. At this time, I wasn't facing him directly, he gave me a wink, and the two of us still had an understanding. He raised the lighter in his hand, turned sideways and threw it fiercely inside. I took a step to the side and flashed past, holding my gun ready to fire.

  This coordination was completed between the spark and the flint, and when I moved to the front, the lighter just fell to the ground. My white lantern swept a black thing on the ground in an instant, and I wanted to hit it, but found something wrong, took a closer look, wasn't that my family's Daidai?