The Journey to Hell Begins with Crawling Out of the Grave

Song Guanlin died on the way to confess his love that day and fell into the deep sea. He couldn't feel his heartbeat and didn't need to breathe. This place seemed to be the world after death, with only endless water surrounding him from all directions, dragging him deeper into darkness. Memories exploded in my mind. Flowers, Taoist priests, girls by the river. He remembered that he was going to confess. Everything was going well until someone behind him called his name. Turning around, white light appeared, and the head rolled down. He saw his body slowly falling down and the flowers scattered all over the ground. The memory is suddenly interrupted. He is still falling. The seafloor lit up. Dark golden flames dotted all over the seabed. The firelight danced in the eye sockets of countless corpses. The firelight connected together, illuminating the deep sea into a bright star river. He kept sinking to the bottom of the sea, his body became weaker and weaker, his eyelids became heavier, and he fell towards the bottom of the sea. Then he saw them. Countless figures broke through the water from the sea. He tried his best to open his eyes and looked towards the sea. Countless figures were chasing him. Everyone felt extremely familiar to him. When those people got close to him, he realized that everyone was himself. They reached out to him from all sides and placed their hands gently on him. The downward momentum was stopped. The figures became denser and denser, and with the support of everyone, he began to rise toward the sea, faster and faster. He tried to open his eyes and looked at "himself" beside him. The same thing flashed in their eyes - reluctance, sympathy, intolerance, and hope. But in the end, they all turned into the same sentence: "I must rush out this time."