Chapter 120 Black Rope Fire Hell

Xin Que raised her hand and waved the menu in her hand. "Waiter?"

The waiter seemed to realize he had overlooked the customer. He turned around and put on a smiling face again. "Miss, have you decided what you'd like to order?"

Xin Que held the menu in her left hand and tapped it repeatedly on her right palm. "I want the one you just put into the kitchen."

After saying that, Xin Que revealed a sinister smile, "Fresh."

The waiter's smile froze.

His facial expressions shifted repeatedly, finally settling on a complex look. "Fresh...?"

"Miss," the waiter's voice already betrayed a hint of anger at being fooled, "why didn't you order from the menu?"

Xin Que raised her chin at the heavily closed kitchen door and said, "You didn't say we could only order dishes from the menu, did you?"

"Besides, shouldn't you restaurant owners consider what you have and what your customers eat?"

"Stop wasting my time with this dawdling," Xin Que said, even more annoyed than him. She slammed the menu on the counter. "Give me a straight answer. Are we going to serve this dish or not?"

The waiter stared at Xin Que in silence for a long time before finally giving her a sly smile. "Since you've made up your mind... then you should come to the kitchen and check the ingredients yourself."

"But you mustn't get into trouble in the kitchen..."

Before she finished speaking, Xin Que strode toward the kitchen, grabbed the waitress's arm and pulled her in front of her, saying, "Non-staff members are not allowed in the kitchen. You have to lead the way."

waiter"……"

Xin Que frowned when she saw the waiter leading the way to her through gritted teeth.

It's like following a strange tale of rules.

Pushing open the heavy door to the kitchen, a waiter walked ahead with a cold face.

The chefs were busy cooking at the stir-fry stove, while the barbecue chefs were busy grilling skewers amidst the swirling smoke at the barbecue grill next to them.

On one side of the counter by the wall, there was a lot of processed raw meat piled up, while on the other side, a chef was cutting up ribs with a knife.

Xin Que glanced at the pile of human heads in the trash can next to the chef's legs, then expressionlessly looked away.

There was only one feeling in the kitchen.

hot.

It was burning hot.

Perhaps it was because the stove was fully open, but the heat shot out from the high flames at the bottom of the pot, and surged out from the billowing smoke of the barbecue charcoal, penetrating into people's eyes, mouths, noses, and ears, as if trying to bake away all the moisture in their bodies.

There was no aroma of food, nor the smoky scent of meat grilled over charcoal.

It is simply a torment of the five senses.

After standing there for only a short while, Xin Que felt her throat and nasal cavity were so dry and burning, as if they were about to burst into flames.

The waiter remained silent, walking ahead of Xin Que with a cold face, leading her towards the back of the kitchen.

He's right here.

The iron gate in front of us is clearly a door used for cold storage.

But the sign that reads "cold storage" has several large, bold black characters printed on it.

Black Rope Fire Hell

"Please?" The waiter, still in a reluctant manner, pulled open the heavy cold storage door for Xin Que with a long face.

Xin Que grabbed the waiter's arm, forcing a smile, "Please go first."

The waiter's eyes widened in anger, his voice almost losing control, "You!!!"

Xin Que gripped the waiter's arm even tighter, "Looks like the person who plotted against you didn't anticipate this loophole in me."

“You can’t refuse my request,” Xin Que’s gaze fell on the name that gradually appeared on the waiter’s name tag, “Su Zhan?”

The waiter looked slightly bewildered when he heard the name. "How did you recognize me...?"

The man's smiling facade peeled away like melting wax, dripping onto the ground, revealing his true appearance.

It was the manipulative woman Xin Xin had hired to scheme against her.

He only managed to utter half a sentence before shutting his mouth, his gaze towards Xin Que becoming increasingly strange.

"Open the door," Xin Que said coldly. "Don't force me to say it a second time."

Su Zhan subconsciously covered his neck, which had been strangled twice by Xin Que, with his other hand.

Finally, he took out a key with a copper coin pendant from his pocket and inserted it into the lock of the cold storage door.

"Click—"

Su Zhan forcefully pulled open the heavy cold storage door, and a cloud of white mist rolled out through the cracks, soon leaving Xin Que and Su Zhan standing in a cloud of white mist.

But it's not cold air, it's hot air.

The scalding steam swept over Xin Que's calves, and soon the skin on her calves turned bright red.

Combined with the sign hanging at the entrance that reads "Black Rope Fire Hell"...

Is the supervisory system of this hell modeled after the Song emperors?

Xin Que followed Su Zhan and steadily walked into the "cold storage".

The heavy door slowly closed behind the two of them.

My vision dimmed for a moment, but I quickly adjusted to the dim white light in the cold storage room.

"Should I say you're bold," Su Zhan glanced back at her, his expression ferocious, "or just foolishly reckless?"

The white light overhead suddenly became blinding as Su Zhan spoke, like a flashbang, quickly robbing Xin Que of her sight.

Xin Que reacted extremely quickly, immediately raising her hand to cover her eyes.

The scorching heat around us became increasingly noticeable.

As the bright light faded, Xin Que slowly lowered her arm and cautiously opened her eyes, trying to focus her gaze.

The true face of this hell was completely revealed to her.

The narrow, square space inside the cold storage has long since disappeared.

Instead, there was a vast, boundless execution ground.

"Hidden until now, only now revealing your true colors?" Xin Que didn't think the other party would be so kind as to give her the freedom to choose whether or not to go to hell.

Looking up, one sees countless strange and wonderful "doors" floating in mid-air.

Some were normal wooden doors, some were stalls with various signs, and there were all sorts of cooking stoves...

These were all the stalls Xin Que saw in the night market.

Therefore, the entire night market is... the entrance to this hell.

[The jailers...seize this criminal...]

A voice, seemingly coming from nowhere overhead, roared across the heavens and earth with immense pressure.

Not far away, Su Zhan's smile widened even further.

As long as the prison deals with Xin Que, he can successfully get his sentence reduced...

A barrage of iron chains came crashing down from the sky, and then the stall owners appeared out of nowhere, their expressions ferocious as they grabbed the chains and charged towards Su Zhan and Xin Que.

The flames burning in this hellish place grew increasingly intense, the flames surged and churned, and even the scorching air seemed to distort. The ground beneath our feet was already a deep red, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a sheet of iron burning red-hot.

Xin Que grabbed the approaching stall owner—no, she should say the jailer—grabbed his arm, and with a powerful kick to his knee, she hoisted him up and hurled him at the other jailers who were rushing towards her.

Then, she took off running.

Before Su Zhan could even utter a sarcastic remark, he was tightly bound by the overwhelming chains that pressed down on him.

A heart-wrenching scream came from behind Xin Que.

The bitterness and hardship are immeasurable.

[My remaining crimes are not yet fully committed, therefore I am spared death.]