The roaring flames, along with the gurgling molten lava beneath his feet, disrupted his hearing, so he couldn't make out the content of the voice or the direction it came from, but indeed, he felt it, he truly heard it.
He looked around, but still, there were only the mountains of knives and forests of swords, still only the steaming hot vapors.
Unable to locate the source, his gaze found nowhere to rest, and he asked cluelessly, "If I'm not dead, then why am I in hell?"
"This is hell, yes." The voice sounded again, still dull, so dull it made one's heart feel oppressed, "It's the hell inside your heart."
It was as deep as if it came from the depths of the earth, but there was no earth here, just the circular stone platform under his feet, which was only as thick as two palms; even covering someone, it would not produce such a suffocating and heavy voice.
"The hell inside my heart?" Lin Suqing wondered, looking around bewildered, "Then who are you?"
