"Brother, you have a big mouth! You finished my sentence before I could even say it!" The tall ghost was dizzy and no longer even had the thought of using torture.
"Stop making fun of me. Let's call it a day. I'll give you two mountains of gold, and neither of us will say anything bad about the other. My mouth is really... sigh."
The dwarf's twisted, miserable face became even more twisted. Seeing that no one was around and that Song Suian seemed to be half-conscious, the two quickly slipped away.
For more than a decade after his death, Song Suian never closed his eyes again.
He was wrapped in blood-stained clothes formed from the wronged souls of his men and his own will, and suffered torture and inhuman torment alongside them for more than a decade.
The way time is calculated in the underworld is chaotic. Time is just a unit of measurement, not an object that flows like water and never returns.
Witchcraft, witchcraft...
Fifteen years have passed, but that name still lingers in his mind.
His location was closest to the Looking-Homeward Terrace, which was in fact a form of punishment for those who had fallen into hell.
In your moments of despair, it allows you to see all your past attachments and the faces of the people you long for.
As for you, you can only look on but not reach them. They seem so close, yet in reality, they are separated by the vast distance between life and death.
No one knows what power drives the Gates of Hell to connect the realms of Yin and Yang; nor does anyone know what the fundamental power of the Six Paths of Reincarnation is.
If you were to ask why Song Suian, despite transforming into a vengeful ghost, still possessed his own consciousness, it would be because his obsession had become everything in his mind.
How could Song Sui'an endure the torments of hell for ten thousand years? It was only the image of the girl in the Wangxiangtai that haunted his dreams.
Song Suian never let go of his obsession, but he did not regret going to the eighteenth level of hell and enduring these pains.
Making those who harmed Wu Nian pay the price was the most correct thing he ever did.
He knew that if he stayed in the mortal world, he would surely be destroyed, but there was still a glimmer of hope if he went to the underworld.
It seems the time has come, and his opportunity has arrived.
The eighteen levels of hell are filled with wails every day, causing heaven and earth to weep and ghosts to wail.
But these ghosts were far too ordinary. The ghost that Song Sui'an wore blood-stained clothes but remained silent was truly exceptional, an unprecedented and exceptional ghost.
The Ten Kings of Hell occasionally remember that there is such a person in the underworld, but he probably won't have the chance to be reincarnated for at least a million years. He has too many things to do every day and is too lazy to bother with him.
On this day, the two ghost messengers who were supposed to carry out the execution revealed a secret they shouldn't have said. In their panic, they abandoned their posts, which allowed Song Suian to find the flaw in the origin of hell.
This also gave him the opportunity to go back and see Wu Nian.
He wants to go back in time, to go back in time to protect her!
It was just an ordinary day, and Song Suian smiled.
The vengeful ghost shed tears, and blood dripped from his clothes.
Two impossible things happened without warning in the deepest abyss. Song Suian's tears were tears of joy, but they turned into blood after overflowing his eyes.
The blood, imbued with the resentment he had accumulated over tens of thousands of years in hell, turned into crystal-clear water as it fell onto his blood-stained clothes, flowing freely across the ground.
"Hell, I'm not doing this anymore! I...I miss her...I miss her! I miss her!"
Song Suian, who had remained silent for ages, finally spoke up.
He unleashed the pain he had accumulated over tens of thousands of years in one go, instantly forming an unimaginable energy field that enveloped him.
Who could have imagined that a simple "I miss her!" could resonate through the deepest hell...
What an incredible obsession this is!
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