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''What is next to hell?'' Yuyan scrutinized him in silence. ''What is next to hell?'' he repeated.

''Aren't you afraid?'' He heard her query in a bizarre tone.

''Afraid of what?'' he was surprised.

''Of hell-the place which has frivolity ahead...everything is vacated behind. What remains after being condemned and destroyed that is worth your knowing?'' she asked sadly.

''I fail to understand your argument-it's gone over my head,'' Wang Lian proclaimed.

''Don't worry: there will come a time when all this will make sense to you. Then your laughter will end to be renovated with fear-fear of death, of hell too. And then you will never ask what's next to ecstasy''. Yuyan said with poise.

''Is this your prophecy?'' Wang Lian responded sarcastically to her remarks.

''No,'' she retorted in the exact tone.

''Experiment? Yes, I suppose so, because you too have tried to end your life. I did it in my way and you have done it in your way,'' he said coldly.