I looked back and was startled. Out of the darkness, a figure, neither human nor ghost, approached. It looked like a ghost, not quite human, but it had about 70% of the resemblance. It had two hands, two legs, two eyes, two ears, a nose, a mouth... It walked like a human, with all the necessary features. However, its arms and legs were shrunken and withered. In one hand, it held a bloody whip, in the other a shackle. Its ears were pointed, and it was completely hairless. It wore white shorts. It was bony, and its eyes were gleaming white.

At first glance, it looks more like a demon from hell.

Su Xiaoniu grabbed me tightly and pulled me behind her: "This is the ghost in charge of the hell of tongue pulling."

The ghost in charge of the Tongue-Pulling Hell? In other words, this half-human, half-ghost fellow is the head of this Tongue-Pulling Hell? As long as I subdue him, I can go to the next level! Thinking of this, I pulled Su Xiaonu behind me. Perhaps she was a little surprised by my action, but I ignored her. After all, I am a man. How can I hide behind a woman?

"You are the boss of the tongue-pulling hell, right? It just so happens that I have something to talk to you about." I walked up to him and said calmly.

"I know that everyone who comes to the first layer of hell and appears before me has something to ask of me." The Tongue-Pulling Hell Ghost waved the bloody whip in his hand and said calmly, "Don't worry, I've prepared everything for you. Just follow me."

I was stunned. No way! This prison ghost was so understanding? I hadn't even mentioned anything, and he already knew what was going on? And he was even ready, waiting for us to get there and then let us go to the next level?

I was overjoyed and dragged Su Xiaoniu along with me to follow the Tongue-Pulling Hell Ghost. However, Su Xiaoniu said she had a bad feeling and told me not to trust anyone in Hell so easily! I nodded in understanding. Regardless, the Tongue-Pulling Hell Ghost had invited us in, so I couldn't just turn him away, could I? After all, if I was going to descend to the Eighteenth Level of Hell, I needed the help of this Tongue-Pulling Hell Ghost!

We followed the Tongue-Pulling Hell ghosts further inside. Every ten or so meters, two torches would appear on either side, illuminating the passageway to Tongue-Pulling Hell. However, the passageway here was extremely narrow, surrounded by jagged rock walls on both sides. An eerie, eerie atmosphere permeated the air, giving it a distinctly Hell-like feel. Soon, a sudden burst of light appeared before our eyes, as multiple torches appeared, illuminating a large, dilapidated, circular area surrounded by walls. Within, a terrifying scene unfolded.

A dozen men and women knelt on the ground, naked, pale, and feeble. But that wasn't the point. The most shocking thing was their tongues, stretched out long, their tips caught in a hook. The hook itself was attached to a plow-like implement. A cow-like creature, like a bull, was at the front, constantly pulling the plow forward. Whenever the plow moved, the men and women, their tongues caught in the hook, were forced to roll and scramble across the ground...

From time to time, bursts of screams could be heard. Once the plow truck started moving, if they didn't try their best to crawl forward, their tongues would be forcibly pulled out, and the longer they were pulled out, the more they endured the pain and torture of having their tongues pulled out until the entire tongue was pulled out... They had finally passed through the hell of tongue pulling!

There was misery and grief all around, and blood was everywhere at the feet. It was extremely terrifying.

I looked at the horrifying scene in front of me and was speechless. It was too cruel and too scary!

I'd only heard of the Eighteen Levels of Hell before, but I'd never seen it myself. I'd always wondered what it was like, and whether I'd go to hell after I died. But now, I've been there, witnessed its horrific scenes with my own eyes. I swear, if I die a hundred years from now, even if my soul shatters, I'll never refuse to go to hell. It's horrifying! I see them in excruciating pain in the first level of hell; it's more terrifying than death itself. Not to mention the seventeen levels that follow, each more brutal and terrifying than the last!

Who the hell would want to come to such a horrible place?

At the same time, I was also worried about Ning Xue. Hell is so terrible, and she has already reached the eighteenth level of hell. Isn't she already tortured to death? Wouldn't my efforts be in vain?

Until Su Xiaoniu told me that Ning Xue was sent directly to the Eighteenth Level of Hell by the Five Generals, and didn't go through the first seventeen, so there was no need to worry about her experiencing these horrific punishments and tortures. I breathed a sigh of relief, but then I thought about it and it still seemed a little off. Ning Xue didn't go through the first seventeen, so what about the eighteenth? Wouldn't the eighteenth level be even more terrifying? Could she have already...

Su Xiaoniu told me to stay calm. Back when we were at Yulong Snow Mountain, didn't the old bald Taoist Wuzhen say that he would take Ning Xue's body back with him and use Taoist magic to protect the body cells to survive? In the process of protecting the body, Ning Xue in hell would also be protected, and the evil spirits in hell would not be able to get close to Ning Xue and attack her.

So that’s how it is. Now I feel relieved.

"Don't worry about her. Worry about yourself first. I don't think this tongue-pulling hell ghost will be so kind as to let us pass." Su Xiaoniu looked at the bloody and cruel scene in front of her, her pale face revealing a hint of calmness.

I nodded. Su Xiaoniu was right. What we should worry about most now is ourselves and how to get through the hell of tongue-pulling!

After the tongue-pulling hell ghost brought us here, he spoke to a jailer, who then approached us. The jailer looked similar to the hell ghost, but he was wearing red shorts. I even wondered if the evil spirits in hell were classified by the color of their shorts.

For example, the tongue-pulling ghost is wearing a pair of white shorts, so he is the boss of the first layer of hell, and those wearing red shorts are all jailers who are commanded by the ghost.

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