Chapter 3202
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It was like a huge black waterfall that could have drowned tens of thousands of living creatures, but the hungry claws of the devil were all grabbing onto Mofan's soul. The devil was excited and couldn't wait to make him a part of this furnace of pain!!
Just looking down would make one feel like their soul was about to scatter. For the first time, Mofan didn't have the courage to look directly. His eyes that still had a little bit of human vision couldn't help but want to take a few more glances. He wanted to take a few more glances at this chaotic world. He wanted to take a few more glances at these people that he couldn't bear to part with …
He always buried the fact that he was willing to sacrifice his life for something in his heart and prepared himself mentally. But when he was actually facing death, it was so hard to give up.
Finally, the last bit of color disappeared …
Even his other eye couldn't see.
He no longer had a body with life and vitality. He also no longer had a pure soul. What he was about to face was a numb and smelly plane. There would never be any peaceful days!
Sinking.
Continuing to sink.
It was like a cold and smelly lake that was closing his airway, freezing his heart, and blocking his blood vessels. This was probably what it felt like to only have one's soul left. Death still existed.
When he was in the dark corridor, Mofan heard some people say that when one entered the Purgatory for the first time, they would keep sinking and experience many different levels of Purgatory. Although every level of Purgatory had different "sceneries", the torture and collapse were all the same. Every time you felt that you had reached your limit, every time you felt that it was time to end, there was still more below …
Mofan closed his eyes.
He wanted to give himself some psychological hints so that he would have the courage to face what was about to happen.
But suddenly, countless scenes of the past appeared in Mofan's mind. The warm, the peaceful, the unforgettable, the tears of joy …
It was like a piece of memory.
He was being ruthlessly sucked into the machinery of Purgatory.
Forgetting!!
He was forgetting!!!
Mofan suddenly opened his eyes. He almost instinctively struggled!!
The Purgatory of Darkness could take away anything. He could be tortured from a living person into a numb skeleton. He could also be turned into a devil without any natural instincts or compassion. The only thing that could not be taken away was his memories …
He didn't want to forget anyone.
He also didn't want to forget every single moment that he was touched when he was with them.
This was his only request!!
Mo Fan had thought that he would be able to withstand any kind of torture, but just this first round had caused Mo Fan to completely collapse!!
This was only the beginning. There were still hundreds and thousands of years to go. If he didn't have the memories that he had treasured, the smiles that could heal his wounds, and the memories that belonged to him, how was he going to survive those terrifying, dark years without light?!
Mo Fan began to struggle crazily, like a drowning man.
He found it difficult to remain calm.
It turned out that he was such a coward.
It was already unbearable for him to erase those beautiful memories from his mind.
He wanted to swim upward, but no matter how hard he tried, he was sinking at a slow speed. Some scary faces gradually filled his vision, and some shrill laughter filled his mind …
Mofan began to get angry. He angrily waved his fist at these things that mocked him.
Those things quickly ran away, but not long after, they would fly back and continue to mock Mofan.
Mofan began to feel helpless and in pain. He began to forget everything that he cherished. He began to forget why he was alive. He began to forget who he was …
In the end, he was completely exhausted.
He closed his eyes and sank bit by bit. It was no different from a piece of dirty gravel falling into a muddy lake.
"Thump."
She felt something pressing against her back.
Mofan realized that he had reached the bottom of the first Purgatory. He looked around blankly. There was no joy or anger on his face. Although there was still a trace of unwillingness in his emotions, he couldn't remember why he was unresigned. Only that heart-wrenching pain was still there …
Was he still in the Abyss Swamp?
But why was he not sinking anymore?
While Mofan was filled with doubts, Mofan suddenly felt that something on his back was lifting him up.
His body began to float up. Previously, no matter how hard Mofan struggled, his body was sinking. But he didn't know what it was, but this object lifted him up, allowing his body to finally move up a little.
Mofan couldn't turn his body. He could only try his best to turn his head and look below his back. He wanted to know what was holding him up. What kind of power was strong enough to lift him up …
A hand!
Mofan saw a hand!
The owner of the hand was almost completely corroded by the Abyss Swamp. But he was still using that hand to hold him up.
He only had one hand. The other hand was broken.
Mofan's head buzzed. He vaguely remembered that in the last few scenes he saw in the human world, there was a person who lost an arm in a fight. However, he couldn't remember his name.
"Whether you go to Hell or not, it's up to me!"
"I'm the Dark Magistrate of Purgatory!"
The rotting person roared. His eyes were the only thing emitting light in the Abyss of Hell. He had no face, only bones. There were many broken wing bones on his back. He also had no feathers.
He supported himself as he continued to float upwards, upwards and upwards ….
Everything in the Abyss of Hell was falling. Only this person was holding him up!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"
The ferocious monsters seemed unwilling to let Mofan go. They swarmed over and tore at the flesh on the person's body. They were even gnawing at his bones!
"Piss off!"
The person roared. He continued to hold Mofan up with his hand and swam toward the "surface" with great difficulty. However, more and more monsters were gnawing at this fallen angel. In the cruel Purgatory of Darkness, it was rare to find a creature with a high bloodline. They would not let go of this opportunity.
In the boundless Abyss Swamp, a person was holding a soul that had yet to rot with one hand. His body was covered in Soul-devouring Monsters. He was slowly moving upward, closer to the mouth of the Abyss …
"Mubai …" finally, Mofan remembered who this person was.
"This is my original appearance. My soul has long since rotted away." Mu Bai lifted his head. His fair, handsome face was long gone. It was only a face of bones, with some skin that could not be used to decorate his facial features.
"Have you experienced all of this before …" asked Mofan.
Mubai did not answer. He continued to hold Mofan up with his hand.
They were very close to the human world. The force of the Abyss was the strongest.
"It's our fault. We didn't let you come back to life," Mofan almost choked with sobs.
"Then live well for me!"
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