His father doesn't believe him..

He was suspended between 'Nothingness' and 'Hell'. Perhaps, he was about to enter 'Nothingness' and was about to reach 'Hell'.

''Don't you feel afraid to ask what would come after Hell? What can come after Hell?''

''After a person dies—condemned and sentenced—what remains of him that you are so keen to know?''

Wang Lian looked around himself with terrified eyes: what was that place? His grave or hell or a glimpse of it in this life.....hunger, thirst, utter helplessness, crawling insects whom he could not stop from biting him, almost paralyzed hands and feet, wounds on his back and wrists getting worse by the moment....whether it was fear or terror but he had begun screaming like a mad man. His screams were renting the air— hysterical and frightening screams, apparently without purpose.

He had never felt such fear in his whole life. Never. He began to see demons and apparitions around him.