Lao Zhou felt the belt around his neck tightened and tightened his breathing. He opened his mouth hard to breathe more fresh air, but the belt around his neck was like a snake. Every time he moves, the belt will be tightened even more, and if it is tightened like this, it will tighten the skin on his neck. Despite the pain, he instinctively struggled desperately. He tried hard to get rid of the shackles of this belt. He couldn't tell whether he wanted to get rid of the miserable fate or the snake-like belt. However, all struggles are just in vain.

Are you going to report to the underworld soon?

Lao Zhou struggled and finally gave up. Now he straightened his legs, the blood vessels on his forehead burst, his tongue was stretched out and the old man drooped at the corner of his mouth, and the skin on his face turned purple and black.

Lao Zhou tried to lower his head and looked at the body of his wife lying on the ground, his eyes full of regret.

Sorry, Ai Hong, do I look ugly now? It’s a shame for you to report to the underworld with me now, will other female ghosts laugh at you for being so ugly? Where's your husband?

But since the two of us have agreed to stay together, please give me a look at what I am now.

As he died, he suddenly heard a young cry.

"Dad! Daddy!"

Isn't this the voice of his son Xiaoguang?

He kept his eyes wide open and saw a pupil in school uniform running towards him excitedly carrying a schoolbag. The smiling face of his son's puff is still the same as before. Every time he picks up his son from school, his son is like this. When he sees him, he rushes over and plunges into his arms.

He wanted to open his mouth to answer his son's call, but the belt was so tight that he couldn't make any sound.

He even wanted to stand on the ground and hold his son in his arms and kiss his little cheek, but he couldn't because he couldn't get rid of the restraint of the belt.

Now he was strangled to death by a belt, his feet hung on the steel pipe, facing his son's call, embarrassing and embarrassing.

The son stood still in front of him and stretched out his little hand to stroke his dangling feet.

His little hands are as cold as ice cubes, but they feel very comfortable to touch. Is this the warmth brought by family and blood relationship?

"Dad, it doesn't matter, it just hurts at the moment of death. After those two minutes, you will be completely relieved. After only two minutes, you will be a person in another world. You don't have to worry about things in this world. At that time, everything that happens in this world has nothing to do with you. You can stand aside and appreciate the hardships and struggles of others in life. You will find that being an unburdened bystander will be better happy."

With a puff, Lao Zhou felt that he had separated from his body and came to the ground lightly.

Ok? How can one get out of the body? How did he become a translucent incorporeal body?

When Lao Zhou looked back, he couldn't help being surprised. Wasn't his body still hanging on the steel pipe?

Isn't that the person who is struggling with a belt around his neck and hung on a steel pipe?

So what happened to this translucent body now?

Seeing the painful expression on his face still strangled by the belt, Lao Zhou felt very distressed.

Xiaoguang, his son, walked over and held out a cold little hand to grab him.

"Dad, now you have successfully realized the first step before the death of mankind-the separation of soul and body. The one on the belt is your body, and your soul has left the body."

Lao Zhou looked at his son suspiciously and found that his small body was also translucent.

He held his son tightly in his arms and kissed his cold face and lips.

"Child, Dad wants to kill you."

"Dad, I miss you too."

"Son, is everything you said true? In just two minutes, can Dad be completely relieved?"

"of course it's true."

"Dad is too unhappy to live. Death is the real relief. Our family can be reunited in the underworld."

"Dad, I know everything. You are not happy, life has given you too much hardship and pain, it is better to be completely relieved like you are now."

Old Zhou hugged his son tightly, "Xiaoguang, you have finally grown up. I know how to relieve my father."

The son suddenly raised his immature face and looked at him, "Dad, I want you to see something."

"What are you going to show dad? Is it flame?"

"Dad, you know I like to watch flames."

"Your mother told me. She said you showed her the flame. The flame is very beautiful. She was fascinated by it."

"Well, Dad, I see you and mom finally reconcile. I am very happy. If you and mom reconciled earlier, that would be great."

"Sorry, Xiaoguang, it was my father who was wrong before. Dad took the job too seriously and ignored you and your mother. Dad is sorry for both of you. In the next life, Dad will work hard to compensate you and be a good husband and father who is competent."

"But Dad, the three of us went to the underworld, will Yan Luo arrange for the three of us to be a family?"

"I do not know."

Lao Zhou suddenly felt sad, and his tears fell. If the three of them can't become a family in the next life, they won't even have a chance to compensate his wife and children. Life is like this, must we leave broken and regrets? Don’t even have a chance to fix it?

"Dad, don't be sad."

The son reached out his hand to wipe away tears for Lao Zhou.

"Dad, let me take you to see the flames. Whenever I have anything to worry about, staring at the flames for a while, I won't be annoying anymore."

"Well, good, you take Dad, Dad wants to see the flame too."

The son ran towards with a small schoolbag on his back.

"Run slowly, wait for Dad."

Lao Zhou followed his son.

He saw his son leaping into a ghastly dense forest. He didn't hesitate, and immediately pulled his heels in.

The son stepped on his calf and ran fast in front, so he had to speed up to follow.

There was no light at all in the dense forest, only the flame jumping ahead gave them hope.

I don't know how long he ran, but his son stopped in a clearing.

In the center of the clearing, a large number of dead branches were ignited, and the bright red flames rose up and swayed in the wind, as if dancing in the wind, and the dead branches groaned in the fire, making a beeping sound. The erratic flames reflected the dead branches in the fire and the surrounding land in red.

Lao Zhou looked at the fire with a knowing smile.

"The flame is so beautiful."

The son jumped into his arms, "Dad, looking at the flame, do you feel a lot happier?"

Lao Zhou nodded, "Son, Dad is also in love with Flame."

The blazing fire reflected the faces of Lao Zhou and his son in red.