Fusang Weiyin died late at night while working overtime, and when she woke up, she was already in hell. On the first level of tongue-pulling hell, the system pop-up window told her: "Those who use dialects will be punished double." She subconsciously clenched her palms - hiding her local accent and history was her instinct after living in a big city for more than ten years. But she soon discovered that the rules of hell were not set by gods, but the fear in her heart seeped out from the seams in her bones: the more she was afraid of something, the more the rules resembled it; the more she evaded, the tighter the punishment.
Eighteen levels of hell, each level is a tailor-made trap. The iron scissors cut off her fingers that had said too many things against her will, the iron tree's barb hooked out the guilt she had suppressed for half her life, the iceberg forced her to face the regret that she dared not look back on, and the oil pan exploded layer by layer her pretense of being touched by suffering. Every time she walks, there is an additional wound on her body that will never heal, and she also pries open a layer of hard shell called "adult" wrapped around her heart.
Accompanying her through all the levels is a shadow split from 3.7% Of her original heart - Jin Ming. He shouldered 30% of the pain for her, and he also absorbed her true nature and grew up. The clearer he gets, the closer he gets to replacing her. And at every corner, she would see a nail scratch that was exactly the same as her own - that was the mark left by her previous reincarnations. She had been trapped in this cycle countless times.
But this time, she called out "Ama" in Dulong language at the crater, admitted "I am this kind of person" under the stone mill, and listened to the two sisters singing the ancient tune of sending relatives home in the City of Fusi. Layer by layer, she picked up all the lost mother tongue, guilt, cowardice, and sincerity.
Concept: Hell never comes from the outside, it is a mirror projected by a forgotten heart.