"Shit, shit!"
Roken once more anxiously took off his cowboy hat and slammed it onto the ground.
The nun quickly comforted him, "Don't be anxious, Mr. Roken, at least we are still alive, aren't we?"
"It's easy for you to say, who wouldn't be anxious arriving in Hell? I can't die here; I must survive to return." Roken strode forward.
The blood mist greatly obscured vision; from four or five steps away, one could only see vague outlines of figures.
The nun saw Roken walking so fast and hurried to catch up with small steps.
"Mr. Roken, Mr. Roken, wait for me."
After walking for an unknown duration within the blood mist, the view in front of the two suddenly cleared.
As they emerged from the blood mist, they suddenly faced a graveyard unaffected by the mist.
"What is this?"
Roken looked at the nun beside him with surprise and doubt, "Why are there human structures in Hell? I even saw a Lamborghini."
"I'm not sure either," the nun said, equally taken aback.
