"Are you awake? Have you seen the King of Hell?"

Ruan Qiqi placed Bai Ju on the bedside table and sat down to chat in a familiar manner.

"Get out...get out..."

Mr. Yang had just undergone a cerebral infarction surgery and his speech was not very clear. He pointed at the door and told her to get out.

"No, you just got half of your foot back from Hades, don't step back again. You may not know this yet, but if you kill someone with merit, you won't be able to reincarnate after death. You can only go to the eighteenth level, be fried in an oil pan, and hang on a mountain of knives. You have to do this a hundred or eighty times every day. You will definitely not die, but the pain will be magnified hundreds of times. This goes on day after day, year after year, with no end in sight!"

Ruan Qiqi's low voice sounded like it came from the eighteenth floor. It made Mr. Yang feel cold all over and his hair stood on end.

“You…get…out!”

Mr. Yang's hands were shaking as he was about to ring the bell to ask the nurse to come and chase them away. He didn't want to listen to this bitch's nonsense.

"Don't believe it? I'm telling the truth. Have you ever heard the wailing sound from the eighteenth floor?"

Ruan Qiqi moved closer and asked mysteriously.

Mr. Yang shook his head vigorously. He didn't want to listen. This bitch must have bad intentions.

"Come, let me open your eyes!"

Ruan Qiqi took out a small box wrapped in black cloth, which was actually her cell phone.

When she was taken to the underworld by the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Demons, her cell phone also went there. Perhaps the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Demons also coveted the cell phone, so they brought it down to play with.

During the time that Ruan Qiqi was in the underworld, she relied on this stand-alone game on her phone to not only subdue the Judge and the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Demons, but also those evil spirits, and she thrived in the underworld.

So, going to the eighteenth floor was like strolling in her own back garden. She saw with her own eyes the ghosts who had committed heinous crimes in their lifetime being fried in oil and then thrown onto the mountain of knives and hung there like candied haws.

The sharp tips of the knives pierced their bodies, bleeding profusely, and the pain was magnified a hundred times. The wailing was the most terrifying sound Ruan Qiqi had ever heard. It was impossible for a human being to hear such a sound that could strike deep into the soul. Even though she was a fearless crazy woman, she was frightened when she heard it for the first time.

Ruan Qiqi was very dissatisfied with her own cowardice, so she recorded it and listened to it a hundred or eighty times every day. After listening to it for a while, she got used to it.

“No… don’t listen… get… get out!”

Mr. Yang wanted to ring the bell again, but Ruan Qiqi slapped his hand away and said unhappily, "You are the first lucky person in the world to hear this sound, don't be ungrateful!"

She pressed the play button, turned the volume down to a moderate level, and put it next to Mr. Yang's ear.

After hearing just one syllable, Mr. Yang was so frightened that he convulsed. He had never heard such a horrible sound. It was obviously just a sound, but he felt as if he had seen the eighteen levels of hell with his own eyes, and saw people wailing in frying pans and on a mountain of knives.

"Don't... take it away..."

Mr. Yang was so scared that he cried. He didn’t want to go to the eighteenth floor. He wanted to live a good life.

"Listen carefully, or I'll make you listen to it eighteen times!"

Ruan Qiqi looked at him coldly, it was just crocodile tears.

Those soldiers wore hollow cotton-padded jackets, lay down in the ice and snow, and froze to death. The wounded soldiers used expired and inferior drugs and died in agony. They were all young and vibrant lives. Their parents, wives and children cried their eyes out. The tears of the Yang family were worthless.

After listening to the recording of the wailing, Mr. Yang was so scared that he could only breathe out but not in, and glared at Ruan Qiqi angrily.

"I'll show you something good!"

Ruan Qiqi smiled and took out a few documents from her bag. They were contracts for the sale of real estate. The title deeds had not yet been issued, but these contracts were also legally binding.

The person who bought Yangjialou at a low price was Lu Ye who had disguised himself. The household registration management in Hong Kong is very chaotic now. Money can make the world go round, and it is not difficult to get several identities.

Therefore, they now all have legal Hong Kong ID cards.

"Did you recognize it? It's the building your eldest son is selling. Did you see the price? It's a real bargain, not even half the price. It's such a great bargain. Thank you for raising a good son!"

Ruan Qiqi showed him the bills one by one and patiently pointed out the prices. Mr. Yang's breathing was heavy and rough, like an old bellows under load, and his eyes were bulging like a dead fish.

"Can't stand it? This is just the beginning. Live well and witness the demise of your Yang family with your own eyes, and then go to the eighteenth floor to be punished!"

Ruan Qiqi threatened him coldly in his ear. Mr. Yang rolled his eyes and fainted.

“It’s useless!”

Ruan Qiqi curled her lips in disdain, kindly pressed the bell, and jumped out of the window.

From beginning to end, no one noticed she was there.

The nurse ran over in a panic, and seeing that Mr. Yang was in a bad condition, she quickly called a doctor. A few minutes later, Mr. Yang, who had just been rescued, was sent for another rescue.

Ruan Qiqi, who was hiding in the tree, was a little annoyed. If she had known that she would be so frightened, she would have been more gentle.

The sequence she designed for Mr. Yang was to be the last one in the Yang family. He watched the Yang family members die one by one, and then died with hatred in his heart.

Unfortunately, her condition was too serious and it seemed that Mr. Yang could not save her.

Sure enough, Mr. Yang's servant's notice was published in the newspaper the next day. This time, the Yang family did not hold a grand funeral, but just held a simple funeral. Not many people came to pay their respects. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the Yang family's current situation was irreparable, and there was no need to maintain friendship.

As soon as Mr. Yang died, his eldest son was unable to control the old employees in the company, and they all jumped out to oppose him. The Yang family's stock price plummeted and they eventually declared bankruptcy.

The Yang family’s mansion, luxury cars, and jewelry were all sealed up. Mrs. Yang, who was still in the hospital for emergency treatment, was kicked out because she could not pay the medical bills.

The younger son's tuition was paid in full at one time, so he was able to continue his studies. However, he had bullied many people in school before. Now that the Yang family was in trouble, he became the one being bullied in school, and every day he lived a life worse than death.

Until one day, the Yang family received a call from the school saying that their youngest son had accidentally fallen from a building and died on the spot.

Mrs. Yang, who had not yet recovered, died of asphyxiation after seeing her youngest son's body.

After the eldest son of the Yang family took care of the funeral of his mother and younger brother, he also jumped off the building in the middle of the night. The Yang family, which was once a prominent family in Hong Kong, came to an abrupt end in this way.

"I told you, leave it to me and I'll get it done in no time!"

Xia Tao came to take credit proudly, saying that she was responsible for the deaths of the youngest and eldest sons of the Yang family.

Only Mrs. Yang died of her own merit.

"There are three more. Wait for me to collect some interest first, then you can make your move!"

Ruan Qiqi was very satisfied with the outcome for the Yang family. The other three families had also been in a mess recently, so it was time to pay them a visit.

On the day after the death of the eldest son of the Yang family, photos of his tragic death scene were reported by major magazines and newspapers in Hong Kong. The three families of Qiu, Zhu and Xu were greatly shocked, and they had a strong feeling that the next person to die might be one of them!

Ruan Qiqi went to her enemy's house first, without being invited.

"Mrs. Qiu, I passed by your house and found that your house was entangled with evil spirits, so I came to visit you. As expected, Mrs. Qiu's forehead was black, and there will be a bloody disaster within three days!"

Mr. Qiu was not at home, and it was Mrs. Qiu who received her. Ruan Qiqi's words frightened Mrs. Qiu, who was already nervous, and she almost fainted.

[The third update is completed, good night]