Time flies, and soon January passes.

Yang Feng covered his ears and rolled his eyes and lay on the magma, wanting to cry without tears.

Below him were countless resentful souls gathered like sharks smelling blood.

Since I knew that there was someone here who could hear them, all these resentful souls came here and rushed to chat with him.

He was quite interested at first. Anyway, it was empty and boring. There was a group of ghosts chatting with him, which could be considered as relieving loneliness.

But over time, he couldn't stand it anymore.

These ghosts seemed to have their mouths borrowed from others, and were anxious to return them, hoping to say all the things they could say in their lives in one breath, chattering and annoying.

Even though Yang Feng no longer wanted to chat with them, they didn't listen. They were so willful, so angry that Yang Feng wanted to fight with them.

But with this layer of magma blocking them, it isolating them from each other, and Yang Feng can't touch them.

There was no choice but to avoid it.

I can't afford to offend, can I afford to hide?

But the result is that no matter where Yang Feng goes, these resentful souls swim from below like fish, and they keep opening their mouths.

Yang Feng's ears became the trash can for them to express their feelings! Even if Yang Feng covered his ears, he still could not isolate these sounds. Instead, each sound was clear and entered his head without any confusion, making him remember it in his heart.

But in just a moment, hundreds of millions of information had already flowed into his mind, all about the lives of these resentful souls.

"Help, it's so noisy!"

Yang Feng looked up at the sky, his eyes full of grievances: "I've been persisting for a month. I heard them whispering and talking, when will it be?

If I had known this, it would have been better to be as peaceful as before, woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo

Buzz! An invisible wave passed by, and the noise in Yang Feng's ear disappeared immediately. Ksitigarbha King sat on the nine-colored golden lotus and floated down from the sky.

When the resentful souls under the magma were frightened and fled in fear, disappearing. Yang Feng was delighted: "King Ksitigarbha, you are finally here. During this period, my ears were almost deafened by the evil ghosts here.

I don't know what the hell they are?

Are they greedy for starving ghosts?

I haven't spoken in my previous life, have you?"

"Forgive them, they are also suffocated.

You can't stand it if you stay alone in this silent environment for seven days, not to mention that they have been here alone for thousands, even hundreds of millions of years.

After finally finding someone who can hear their voices, he will naturally be overjoyed and cannot control himself."

"Lonely?

No way?"

Yang Feng was stunned, not sure, and pointed to the resentful souls under the magma and said, "Look at their big group of ghosts, like a group of koi, where are they lonely?"

"Yeah?

Do you look carefully?"

With a smile, Ksitigarbha pointed down again. Yang Feng frowned and looked along his pointing. He saw that although the resentful souls were swimming in groups of magma, they had no communication with each other, as if they could not see or even feel each other.

"This is..." Yang Feng was stunned for a moment, and Ksitigarbha King sighed: "This is hell. Do you think they are suffering from the burning of flames?

Wrong, in this magma, every resentful soul is in an independent space, uninterrupted with each other.

Their five senses were also completely deprived.

They can't see, hear, and roars can't be heard. They are the only ones in the empty world, and there is not even a sound. That kind of absolute loneliness is a severe punishment than any torture."

After his body shook, Yang Feng realized why they flocked to him after hearing their voices, because he might be the only object they could communicate with during this long period of time.

“You hear their voices, and they hear your voices.

This kind of satisfaction is probably their greatest happiness in this deep hell, Amitabha!”

Ksitigarbha King pronounced the Buddha's name and began to recite the scriptures. The circles of nine-colored glows spread out quickly, causing the anxious and restless souls under the magma to quickly calm down.

Yang Feng glanced at him, then looked at the faces of the resentful souls below who enjoyed the moment, and then clasped his palms together, closed his eyes and recited the scriptures.

Although he didn't know what this scripture meant, with his current listening, Ksitigarbha's words and he could keep up with it with him.

Ksitigarbha looked at him, smiled, and took him to recite.

Gradually, the glow of Ksitigarbha's body infected Yang Feng, causing a brilliant light to appear on his body, but he did not realize it.

Half an hour later, Ksitigarbha stopped reciting, and Yang Feng also opened his eyes, and the glow on his body disappeared.

Ksitigarbha raised his hand and handed him a jade slip and said, "Okay, your internship in Hell is over until today.

This is the internship score I gave you. Go back to the college and hand it over to Dean Lu.”

"Is this my transcript?"

Yang Feng bowed and took it with curiosity in his eyes: "Then how many points did you give me?"

Can you reveal it, why can't I see it?"

Yang Feng used his soul to observe the content of the jade slip, but he felt that there seemed to be a layer of diaphragm in the jade slip, which made him completely unable to read the contents.

Ksitigarbha laughed: "This is an encrypted transcript, only your dean can read it, but the interns cannot see the grades.

After you return to the college, you will naturally know everything.”

"Oh, don't, can you reveal some details?

After all, I am a top student in the hospital. If my internship score is too poor, I won’t go back to show off…” “Let’s go!”

Swish! Yang Feng wanted to ask something more, but Ksitigarbha just waved his hand and he disappeared completely.

When they appeared again, they had already returned to the hell path. Countless demons were working nervously and busy, standing on the magma elevator and flowing endlessly.

"Sage Yang, are you back?"

At this time, a scream sounded in Yang Feng's ear. Yang Feng turned his head and saw a familiar face looking at him in surprise. Isn't it the unlucky intern who had been detained for a month? Who is Zhao Gongming?

"I heard that you were taken by Lord Ksitigarbha to practice internship?

Is it true or false?"

"You have heard of this, too?"

"Of course, the Lord Ksitigarbha's Dragon is not seen, and even the top leaders of the Hell are rarely seen.

Can you actually intern with Lord Ksitigarbha?

This caused a sensation in the entire hell path!”

Zhao Gongming looked at Yang Feng with a respectful look, his eyes full of envy: "It is worthy of being the number one in the hospital. This internship treatment is different."

"Hi, nothing, who made me talented?

Everyone wants to rush to take me.

You also know that teachers like me the best students with excellent academic performance.”

Smiling, Yang Feng looked at him like this, immediately raised his head proudly and whispered: "I refused when Ksitigarbha was going to take me, but Ksitigarbha begged me for a long time, and seeing that he was so sincere, I reluctantly agreed.

You should know that I am a self-esteem person and don’t want to be involved in any famous teacher. My own abilities are enough to prove myself.”

"Yeah yeah... that's of course!"

He nodded quickly, Zhao Gongming deeply agreed, and looked sincere, as if he really believed Yang Feng's nonsense.

Yang Feng smiled proudly, but suddenly heard: "Yang Feng is surrounded by someone everywhere. Could it be the illegitimate son of a senior official in the mortal world?

Otherwise, just his shameless and shameless spirit, why would he become a saint?

Why do you get such excellent resources?

It must be the second generation of officials. This fucking society is the same as the gods in the world, dash!"

"What did you say?"
Chapter completed!