The naked woman who fell from the iron tree after her intestines were pierced by a sharp blade had been torn apart beyond recognition. Her body was covered in blood, her intestines and lungs were pulled out, and her large intestine was hooked by the sharp blade on the iron tree, causing the woman's body to fall to the ground, but her large intestine was still on the iron tree, entangled with her body.
I was so scared that I jumped back. The deeper you go into hell, the scarier it gets. The first two levels only involve pulling out tongues and cutting off fingers, but on the third level, they just pierce your intestines and stomach. Oh my god, it's so cruel that it's beyond words. It's very similar to the cruel punishments that King Zhou of ancient times used at the behest of Daji.
According to legend, Daji was not only lewd and seductive, but also cruel. She instigated King Zhou to design all kinds of shocking and cruel tortures in order to stimulate her own desires by watching others being tortured to death.
One severe winter, Daji saw someone walking barefoot on ice. She thought that the person's physiological structure was special and different from that of ordinary people, so she asked King Zhou to have his feet cut off so that she could study the reason why his feet were not afraid of the cold.
Another time, Daji saw a pregnant woman with a big belly. Out of curiosity, she asked King Zhou to order people to cut open the pregnant woman's belly to see what was inside, and she lost the lives of the mother and child in vain.
Daji also instigated King Zhou to kill a loyal minister named Bigan, and cruelly cut open his stomach and dug out his heart to verify the legend that "the heart of a saint has seven orifices."
Back in the third layer of hell—the Iron Tree Hell—naked men and women writhed and tumbled on the ground, their bodies drenched in blood, their intestines ripped out and flowing onto the ground, wailing in agony. Atop the iron trees, a group of men and women, similarly pierced and ripped, lay utterly miserable. They tried to dismount, but their bodies were too weak to do anything but impale themselves on the blades, suffering endlessly.
I'm afraid no one would be willing to try this kind of hellish torture that is so painful that it makes one want to die.
Even more terrifying was the presence of a rock wall above the iron tree. To be precise, the Iron Tree Hell had two levels: the lower level was a massive iron tree covered in sharp blades, while the upper level housed the jailers and the Iron Tree Hell ghosts. When I looked up, a jailer lifted up a naked woman and mercilessly threw her down.
I only heard the woman's screams of terror, but she still couldn't escape the fate of being pierced through the body by the sharp blade on the iron tree. She was hung on the tree with her intestines pierced and her stomach ripped open. She fell into a coma in the agony.
"As long as you don't do bad things in the future and live up to yourself, you won't go to hell even if you die a hundred years later. Don't worry." Su Xiaoniu held my hand and said with a smile.
I nodded silently. I have witnessed the cruelty of hell with my own eyes, so how could I dare to do anything bad? If I really go to hell after death and suffer such cruel torture, I would rather choose to die and live a carefree life.
"Who are the two people below?" At this time, the jailers above discovered Su Xiaoniu and me, and their eyes turned to us.
"Excuse me, we are passing by here and want to go to the Eighteen Levels of Hell. Could you please make an exception and take us down?" I looked up and said to the jailers.
When the jailers heard what I said, they were all surprised. They looked at each other and then looked at the Iron Tree Prison Ghost, as if asking for their boss's opinion.
Down below, I was quietly discussing Plan B with Su Xiaoniu. Plan A was that if the Iron Tree Hell Ghost agreed to let us go, we'd cancel Plan B and go straight to the Fourth Hell. If the Iron Tree Hell Ghost disagreed, then we'd have no choice but to proceed with Plan B—fight first!
I saw the Iron Tree Hell Ghost swaggering out from among the jailers, looking down at us from above. At that moment, I got a clear look at the Iron Tree Hell Ghost's figure and features. His coloring was similar to the jailers'—blue—but he wore red, twisted shorts. He was tall and burly, countless times stronger than the other jailers. He stood out among the jailers, standing out like a stark contrast. You could tell he was different from the others.
I was slightly surprised. Are all the ghosts in charge of hell so unique? The ghosts in the Tongue-Pulling Hell are also like this, as are the ghosts in the Seeing Hell.
The Iron Tree Hell ghost looked at us, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "You haven't had your tongues pulled out, your fingers haven't been cut off, and there's no punishment order from above. Where did you come from, wild ghosts? Why are you going to the Eighteen Levels of Hell?"
Su Xiaoniu whispered in my ear, "This prison ghost is easy to talk to. Maybe we can get him to let us go."
I nodded. Su Xiaoniu was right. I felt it, too. If it were any other Hell Ghost, like the Tongue-Pulling Hell Ghost or the Scissors Hell Ghost, they wouldn't listen to me and would have tortured us directly. But this Iron Tree Hell Ghost was different. He didn't rush to punish us. Instead, he wanted to understand the situation.
I considered my words and asked, "A month ago, didn't your underworld send out the Ten Kings of Hell to capture the Five Generals of the Underworld God?"
The Iron Tree Hell Ghost nodded. "That's true. Not only did the Ten Kings of Hell get involved, but even the Ten Underworld Marshals were dispatched. However, General Wudao was apprehended a month ago and thrown into the Eighteen Hells. He should be executed soon. What does this have to do with you? Are you here to plead for General Wudao? If you wanted to plead for him, why would you come to Hell? You should go to the Underworld Emperor."
I quickly shook my head. "No, we're not here to plead for General Wudao. Do you know who subdued General Wudao a month ago? It was me. I was at Jade Dragon Snow Mountain that day. The Five Ghosts can testify to that."
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