If this were someone from an ordinary place, they probably wouldn't have survived.
These ghosts, if they committed sins such as greed, ignorance, and anger in their previous lives, will all fall into hell and suffer corresponding tortures every day.
Every sin has its own punishment, and every level of hell has its own penalties...
It is true that it makes even ghosts tremble with fear and run away in terror.
The ghosts who enter the eighteen levels of hell suffer all kinds of cruel tortures, and all of them have pale faces, unable to die or live.
I am suffering endless pain, and I don't know when it will end.
Only by atoning for all the sins committed in this life can one be reincarnated. But for such a "talented person," the best outcome of reincarnation is nothing more than becoming livestock, suffering the torment of being enslaved.
Having presided over executions for many years, how many days have these ghosts who have fallen into the eighteen levels of hell not spent in despair? But this time, the black-clad evil ghost that came was completely different from usual.
Although Long Jingyuan was blind, his mind was clear and insightful.
"It's truly cruel that a young man of only 22 years old would suffer such torture." In my memory, Song Suian's bone age was exactly 22.
Yan Chiyu and Wu Yue exchanged a glance, their hearts sinking slightly.
The stunningly aloof demeanor of the young man upon first meeting him makes it hard to imagine that he had endured such hardships.
Song Suian was branded several times with a scalding hot iron. The first blow was excruciating, the second was excruciating, and the rest were numb. He only cared that the blood was flowing and corroding his body.
Ordinary ghosts, even when they go to hell, only suffer one kind of torture each day.
He was practically a VIP in the eighteenth level of hell. Not only did he suffer different punishments every day, but even the little devils who tortured him had to find them themselves with their own tools. It was as if he had been given a relatively private presidential suite to be tortured in.
"Alright, alright, let's switch shifts. Let me try too." The bamboo pole ghost shoved the short, muscular ghost, but didn't move him. He wasn't annoyed, and cracked his whip, eager to give it a go.
"Hmph, you think this is funny? Let me tell you, this man is the most ruthless ghost in the last hundred years. When he died, even the ordinary ghost servants didn't dare to restrain him. They trembled and rolled back to our underworld to call for reinforcements."
"Clad in black, dripping with blood, how many lives and grudges must one have accumulated to achieve this? And do you know what's most amazing? He's clearly a vengeful ghost in black, yet he still retains a remnant of consciousness."
Even the ox-headed and horse-faced demons had joined the fray, a massive force of over ten ghostly messengers, all prepared to fight each other, ready to sacrifice their own spirits to shatter his soul. Unexpectedly, he voluntarily walked towards the Gates of Hell, leaving everyone present dumbfounded. Isn't that strange?"
"Hmph, you don't need to tell me. This matter has been circulating for fifteen years. Who in the underworld doesn't know about this person? I bet he won't be able to move from this pit for at least a million years."
The bamboo-pole ghost flicked his whip and pointed to the stone pillar behind Song Suian, "Let me tell you something you don't know. Do you see this pillar?"
The dwarf was packing his things to leave when he heard the bamboo-pole ghost's unrestrained speech. He jumped three feet high in excitement and slapped him across the face.
"Say what you should say, and don't talk nonsense about what you shouldn't. If you dare to reveal the secrets of the Pool of Time and Space, you'll be the next one tied up here!"
After saying this, the dwarf was horrified. He covered his eyes with his hands and his mouth with his palms, wishing he could tear his mouth off. He blurted out something he shouldn't have said, and his pathetic appearance was both comical and strangely eerie.
The bamboo pole ghost was first slapped so hard it lost its temper, and then when the short, unlucky ghost revealed the secret, it was so frightened that its spirit left its body, its five souls and eight spirits were in chaos, and it was so weak that it collapsed to the ground, almost fainting from fright.
If the King of Hell finds out about this, he'll surely make it suffer the ultimate fate of being reduced to ashes and withered away!
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