The mud plough was originally a Buddhist scripture.It is used to warn the world not to sin, and the great horror of hell is the original intention of this scripture.It's a pity that after many translations, the meaning of this layer has been overridden by the terrible descriptions of the eighteen layers of hell.Most of the rest is the original horror images.But the translator of this Latin version is also an illusionist who is proficient in illustration, and by chance, this scripture is given a certain degree of life by his illustrations.Originally, it was just an illustration like ukiyo-e, but as the years passed, these exaggerated illustrations slowly took on their own actions.One small world after another, created on page by page of the scriptures.Tongue pulling, scissors, iron trees, evil mirrors, steamers, copper pillars, knife mountains, icebergs, oil pots, cattle pits, stone presses, mortars, blood pools, vain death, punishment, volcanoes, stone grinding, knife saws, eighteen layers of hell build eighteen small worlds.In the end, a special space was formed, which was the Infernal Hell.The horror of infernal terror is not the destruction of the body, but the infinite test of the soul.Although it seems ordinary, he is constantly tortured in a world that is more like the human world but better than the human world, and in the end there are only two ends, either from the plough of the mud or from eternity.Shephsila had just sat in her study room and studied the notes she had prepared for the next lesson, and the preview was the secret to her long-term success.When the classmate next to him, who had no sense of presence, got up and left, a crumpled book inadvertently fell from his backpack to the ground, shattering Sif who had been concentrating on his studies.The man hurried away with great strides, without even looking back, as if he were in a hurry to go to the meeting.The kind-hearted Sif twisted his chair and bent down to pick up the book in his hand.Her original intention was to pick up the scriptures and wait for the forgetful classmate to come back and pick them up.She didn't expect that this was a well-planned bureau, and she was a person in the bureau.After a few hours, Sif finished reading the materials she had prepared in her study room, making sure that she had memorized all the knowledge.She stretched lazily on her body, her hands clasped together, and she stretched.When she came back to her senses, the people in the study room had all left quietly, leaving her alone in the empty room.casually put the materials and documents spread out on the table into his backpack, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the book that his classmates had forgotten and picked up by himself.It was then that Sif noticed the text in Latin.She unconsciously reached out her hand, touched the age-filled and wrinkled cover, and whispered to herself, "Mud plow?
What a strange name. ”If she had stopped at this time, the mud plough would have been just an ordinary scripture, but she hadn't.Soon, she opened the cover and saw the hellish scene after scene.Her mind was absorbed into it, and as the pages of the book turned on its own, even the body that belonged to Hephsilla slowly disappeared.At first, it was just curiosity, but then it was still uncontrollable; By the time she sank into the infernal realm, she was out of her control.I fell deeper and deeper, but I couldn't extricate myself in that world that I knew was unreal.That kind of helplessness and despair slowly ate away at her reason, like an addict after taking dependent drugs, unable to distinguish between what is real and what is illusory.After several reincarnations, Shephsila resigned herself to her fate, and she surrendered.She accepts the reality that she can't get out of it, the reality that she will marry that vague man and then spend the rest of her life in solitude.There had been an extremely familiar voice calling her name over and over again in her ear, but Sylphthera couldn't remember who the person who had called her was.It wasn't until Sif saw the man's face that Sif burst into tears.At the same time, she also saw the face of the person she married.It's the same person, it's all the same person.In this reincarnation, what Siffsila can't let go of the most is not that cute little life, but the process of marrying and having children with Jobuterland.In reality, Sif knows better than anyone that he and Jobron may be good partners, but they are a mismatch that cannot reach the end of their lives.This man was so good that he even subconsciously himself because of his erudition, his elegance, and his indifferent but moved looks.Seeing herself clearly, she understood better than anyone else that her feelings for the man Joblands were more attachment and admiration.And in the Infernal Hell, he was able to become his bride again and again, bear his surname, and give birth to their offspring.This is basically impossible in that reality.She chose to sink, to sink forever in this illusory dream, never to wake up again.Even if it was a sad ending, it was still the ending she had always dreamed of.It's a selfish ending.For his part, Jobron watched again and again as Sif rejected him.When his spirit was withdrawn from the "Mud Plough", he not only shed two lines of tears, but also drove the flames at the same time, burning the book.Tears evaporated in the flames, turning into wisps of smoke and dissipating into the air.The moment he raised his head, all the sadness and helplessness had been hidden in his heart.He indifferently muttered to himself, "Arthur, the legend of the king, is only a legend after all.You will fall. ”He looked in the direction of the student council president's room where Arthur was, as if he saw Arthur's arrogant and crazy smile.———— 1890, when Umr was destroyed a few years earlier, Ummlminster Abbey had been restored.When the craftsmen hammered the last bluestone brick into the wall, the bronze bell of the church rang continuously, and the people who came to watch the ceremony celebrated.This is a day of celebration for the whole world.It's been too long since the people of Umur have been able to relax themselves.They had all the courage to forget the catastrophe that destroyed half the city.That night, the seal that floated in mid-air, those terrifying beasts, and the righteous men who fought with their lives to fight the monsters and delay time.Today, the bronze bell of the church marks a new chapter.Umr also started a new page.After leaving Berlin, the Einstad family decided to return to their old place and then live in the cold city of Milan.Humr sat in the depths of the church for a long time, but he was very excited.The man He was waiting for is finally coming.Although the Silver Key is not yet mature, its carrier has reached an age where it can accept some knowledge.Whether the cycle of fate will be broken depends on the creation in the next hundred years."
Come, silver key that should be shipped.Come on, the silver key to decryption. ”The ethereal sound of um echoed at the base of the church, hiding a hint of excitement and frenzied laughter.