Chapter 117: The punishment in hell is really terrible, but fortunately I am a sports student (6k2)
When Lu Wenwu came to his senses, he found that he was standing on solid ground and had stepped into another space.
Opening my eyes, I saw a vast expanse of space.
Well.
Lu Wenwu didn't know how to describe the scene before him.
That's a bit like a butcher shop that sells meat?
All I saw were the dead souls, like strips of meat waiting to be sold, with their tongues hooked by thick hooks and chains, their limbs tied to a huge metal plate, and they were hanging naked in the air.
This is true for both men and women.
Their tongues were getting longer and longer as they fell downwards due to their body weight and the weight of the metal plates, and the expressions on their faces became more and more hideous and painful.
Lu Wenwu raised his head and looked upwards. He didn't know where the chain came from, and it stretched as far as the eye could see.
In the sky above, blazing flames and biting cold winds blew alternately.
Every time they reached the iron plates where the dead souls were bound, their pain intensified and their struggles became more intense.
When the cold wind blows.
Countless souls hanging in the air swayed in the wind, and a large number of metal plates collided with each other in the cold wind, making pleasant sounds like wind chimes.
Below, ghost soldiers with green faces and fangs held down the howling ghosts, clamped their tongues tightly with a pair of huge pliers, and pulled them out with all their strength.
The tongue was slowly stretched and became thinner, but it was as if some force was applied to it and it would not break in the middle no matter what.
The face of the ghost whose tongue was pulled out was twisted into a ball, and his whole body was struggling and convulsing violently, trying to escape this terrible punishment.
But the ghost soldiers on the side were like the strongest cage in the world, holding the dead soul tightly, making it impossible for it to live or die, and it could only endure it.
Until the ghost soldier in charge of pulling out the tongue suddenly exerted force, the long red tongue broke from the root like a broken tendon, bounced back onto the pliers and kept curling.
Then, the broken tongue of the ghost instantly grew back intact, and a new cycle of reincarnation began.
This is the first of the Eighteen Levels of Hell, the Hell of Tongue Pulling.
Anyone who sows discord, slanders others, speaks glibly, argues with clever tricks, or tells lies while alive will be sent to the Hell of Tongue-Pulling after death.
In this level of hell, having your tongue pulled out, being scorched by high temperatures, and being blown by cold winds are just the most basic punishments.
Tongue pulling out is not as simple as pulling out the tongue, but is a symbol that directly deprives the dead soul of the ability to communicate with the outside world.
The souls being tortured in this level cannot see or speak. They can only feel the ubiquitous pain in the boundless darkness, the intense loneliness and the fear brought about by the lack of concept of time.
They couldn't even scream.
Lu Wenwu made some calculations.
Based on the trial time set by King Yama for himself and the difference between his own karma and merits, it can be concluded that the trial time for a normal player should be about seven days in the first level of hell.
Is this long?
Definitely not long.
According to legend, the Eighteen Hells are arranged according to the length of suffering and the severity of the crime.
In terms of the speed of time flow in hell, one day is equal to 3,750 years on earth.
Under normal sentencing, he would serve a full sentence of 10,000 years.
In other words, the shortest sentence in the Tongue-Pulling Hell is 13.5 billion years in Blue Planet time.
A little-known fact: The first guy to go to the tongue-pulling hell has not been released yet.
The second little-known fact: There is currently no record of the first release in any of the hells in the entire underworld.
What is even more terrifying is that as the levels of hell are pushed back one by one, each level is twenty times more painful than the previous one, and the number of years of imprisonment is doubled.
When you reach the Eighteen Hells.
Lu Wenwu was too lazy to count it, it was a lot anyway.
Just as he was daydreaming, a Yin general on duty finally discovered that there was such a living person standing here, and was immediately shocked.
He walked up with his eyes wide open and kept circling around Lu Wenwu.
"Brother, don't look at me like that. I'm scared." Lu Wenwu said, "What's the process here? Lord Yama just recommended a prison for me, and I came here to report."
He was afraid that the Yin general would suddenly say, "Brother, you smell so good!"
Unexpectedly, when Lu Wenwu asked this question, the Yin general was suddenly startled.
He howled loudly, attracting the attention of a large number of ghost soldiers around him, and he didn't even bother to pull out his tongue.
Countless ghost shadows stared at Lu Wenwu in unison, making him feel a little uncomfortable. He thought to himself, what's wrong with these ghost soldiers? They are so jumpy.
"You can see me? And you can talk?"
The startled Yin general calmed down and asked in surprise and doubt.
"Yeah, is this unusual?" Lu Wenwu spread his hands. "Your underworld rules restrict the souls of the dead. What does that have to do with me, a living being, seeing this?"
"Is that so? But living people also have souls. The rules of the underworld can't possibly not apply, right? How strange." General Yin nodded doubtfully. "So what are you doing?"
Lu Wenwu patiently repeated, "My name is Tyrannosaurus Rex. I came down from the mortal realm to gain experience. The Lord Yama of the Fifth Palace ordered me to report to the Eighteen Levels of Hell. I will be tortured in each level for three days in the mortal realm."
"A living person? To train? To the Eighteen Levels of Hell? Chosen by Lord Yama of the Fifth Palace? Oh my God, the Great Emperor of Dongyue!"
This Yin general keenly realized how terrifying it was to combine these key words together, and successfully made a distorted association.
Then, there was a hint of visible respect in his eyes when he looked at Lu Wenwu, and even his questioning voice softened.
"My dear Tyrannosaurus, did Lord Yama give you anything else? Or did Lord Yama give you any official approval or documents?"
"No, he just gave me some verbal instructions and then sent me here."
Lu Wenwu thought about it, then began to take things out of his body.
The wings of the sky on the back, the talisman of life and death on the neck, the cell phone and house keys in the pocket.
"Oh, right, before I left, Lord Yama told me to give my belongings to the underworld messenger for safekeeping, and to return them to me when I'm done and out of hell."
Yin Jiang took it without thinking and said, "Give it to me first, I will keep it for you, you..."
When the Yin general took over a palm-sized "iron plate", the whole ghost was stunned for a moment, and the words of promise came to an abrupt end.
Then, a scream even more terrifying than before rang out again.
Lu Wenwu, who was covering his ears, now deeply understood what a real ghost cry was.
The high notes that are powerful enough to penetrate the eardrums and reach the depths of the soul are truly not something a human can shout out.
The Yin general held up the token-like object and asked tremblingly, "My friend. No, sir! Lord Tyrannosaurus! Have you shown this thing to the King of Hell or the Judge?"
Although he didn't know how Lu Wenwu got the special pardon from the underworld.
But the aura of King Yama on it cannot be faked!
Things like this haven't been given out much since the first generation of the underworld was established!
What’s more, it was sent by the King of Hell!
Lu Wenwu took a quick look and saw that it was the special pardon from the underworld that he had just taken off his belt.
Wait, a pardon from Hades?
He suddenly remembered that the introduction of this thing seemed to say that it was a small gadget made by a certain devil to practice.
It can’t be such a coincidence that it was done by the most famous King Yama in the Fifth Palace, right?
"I didn't show it to them, and they didn't ask."
Seeing that the ghost general was staring at him, Lu Wenwu quickly shook his head and confessed honestly.
"A stick of incense ago, a group of Black and White Impermanence brought me to the gate of Fengdu City. A Yin general with armor that looked better than yours cut in line and led me into the palace of King Qin Guang. King Qin Guang looked at the Mirror of Sin and then took me to see the other Hades."
"Then, in a large hall where the ten Yama Kings sat side by side, the Coroner King personally weighed me on the scales of karma. Finally, Lord Yama confirmed the time for my trial and personally sent me here."
The Yin general was stunned when he heard this.
Heibai Wuchang personally sent him to Fengdu City.
Can the process that ordinary dead souls take three years to complete be completed within one stick of incense?
The Ten Kings of Hell and the Four Judges arrive at the same time?
King Qin Guang personally checked it?
Coroner Wang weighed it himself?
King Yama personally judges and sends you to the eighteen levels of hell?
Brother, tell me the truth, what is your relationship with the Yin Emperor in the Fifth Palace?
Are you the biological son of a super god in the immortal world, and have come to the underworld to relax and unwind?!
Even the monkey who came to the underworld for the second time after causing havoc in the Heavenly Palace is as powerful as you!
elder brother!
Take me with you!
I really want to join the department!
The ghost general immediately bowed and saluted, presenting the item Lu Wenwu had just taken out with both hands, and said respectfully, "Master Tyrannosaurus, please keep it, and then follow me through the employee passage here to leave the Eighteen Layers of Hell."
“???”
ah?
What does this have to do with anything?
"Wait, did you get the wrong brother?"
Lu Wenwu took his things in confusion and followed the ghost general out in a daze.
"I haven't done anything yet, why are you kicking me out?"
"No, no, you misunderstood. We're not chasing you away! It's because of this token," the ghost general replied as he led the way. "From the moment Lord Yama issued this special pardon for you, nothing in Hell applies to you anymore, including the rules regarding the dead."
"so."
"So, this is why, even though you are not a ghost messenger, ghost soldier, or ghost god, you are still able to ignore the restrictions of hell and see things, speak, and communicate with ghosts in the tongue-pulling hell."
"I see. Thanks for clearing up the confusion."
"It's nothing, it's my duty. It's a little short here, and you're tall and mighty, so be careful not to bump your head."
“.”
Why do I suddenly feel at home?
Walking in the employee passageway built of crimson hell rock, Lu Wenwu suddenly felt...
Did I not follow the process again and skip the level in some unique way?
I don’t know what the ghost general thought about the (fake) pardon from the underworld.
The other party didn't say anything, and Lu Wenwu was too lazy to ask.
Anyway, I didn't tell any lies, everything was just made up by the other party.
I am just an honest person who asks when I don’t understand and follows the staff’s procedures.
You can't slander us!
Fengdu Ghost City is well connected and is a transportation hub in the underworld.
Lu Wenwu followed the Yin general for a while and didn't feel that they had walked very far.
But after coming out of the passage, he found himself outside Fengdu City, but not through the city gate he came in through.
General Yin led him to continue walking along the Yellow Springs Road.
Not far away, a towering mountain with its top as far as the eye can see stands tall, reaching into the gray clouds.
Looking closely, the mountain was actually made up of pieces of paper money for the dead, stacks of yellow paper, countless paper ingots and paper offerings.
Next to this high mountain, there is an exquisitely shaped attic with its door wide open. Countless ghost messengers in uniform are busy and flowing in it, as if they are carrying something.
Three powerful characters are written on the door of the attic - Gongyang Pavilion.
To put it bluntly, this is the underworld's Post Office, plus the headquarters of Tiandi Bank.
Things burned by people in the mortal world will be sent here, waiting to be collected by the ghost messenger, and then delivered to the corresponding ghost in the ghost world castle.
"Brother, what is that mountain next to the Offering Pavilion?" Lu Wenwu asked curiously.
"Ah, that one you're talking about? That's the paper money mountain. It's because people in the mortal world didn't burn paper according to the rules. When they were sent down, they couldn't find the paper money and offerings to the ghosts, so they had to pile them up here. Over the years, it has become a huge mountain."
The ghost general looked at the mountain of paper money with deep emotion, and there seemed to be regret in his eyes.
"Many people nowadays have forgotten the correct way to burn paper, or even just don't take it seriously. Aside from burning paper at the corresponding grave, where you can directly transfer money to a designated location, burning paper at other locations will only be effective at designated delivery points in the underworld. But... Alas!"
Lu Wenwu thought about it and felt that this so-called designated express delivery point in the underworld should be at the intersection.
Generally, when burning paper, an open circle is drawn there, and a few coins are distributed to wandering ghosts as a bribe, and a few more coins are distributed to the postman of the underworld as postage.
Those who are more particular can also burn a list with the identity information and grave address of the famous recipient ghost, which serves a similar purpose to a courier slip.
Lu Wenwu is a living person. He didn't even open an account in the Tiandi Bank, let alone do anything like burning paper for himself in advance. Naturally, he skipped this place and went straight to the Ghost Realm Castle.
"Come to think of it, did I miss two famous scenic spots in the underworld?" Lu Wenwu muttered softly as he walked on the road.
The ghost general took the initiative to say, "According to the process you just described, you should not have been to the square outside the Fifth Palace."
"Outside the Fifth Hall is a lotus throne. This is where Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva teaches his public Buddhist teachings in Hell. This is to erase the karma of some deceased souls, allowing them to suffer less sin in Hell, or even directly influence them."
"Speaking of which, the Heavenly Taiyi Rescuer of Sufferings also frequently visits Fengdu City. He usually travels through the various hells with his disciples and the Golden Boy and Jade Girl, similarly preaching to the numerous evil spirits."
"If those evil spirits could comprehend the subtleties of what Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun has said, they could be liberated and spared from the nearly endless and horrific punishment."
It's just for fun to endure the punishment obediently, but to escape from hell you have to rely on these two.
Either understand the Dharma or understand the Tao.
I just don’t know if those players who follow the normal process can understand anything from the teachings of these two great gods.
If it were those upgrading protagonists, they would definitely be severely suppressed and imprisoned in hell, where they would meet two great gods, receive guidance, practice both Buddhism and Taoism, and achieve great magical powers. After coming out, they would just start killing people indiscriminately.
During the killing process or after killing, you may encounter stronger enemies, continue to be severely suppressed, and flee for your life to get an opportunity.
Anyway, just keep repeating the above steps, and occasionally you can find time to have sex, which will make your female confidante happy +1.
Lu Wenwu gave his own opinion in his heart.
The distance from Fengdu City to Guijie Fort was not far, and Lu Wenwu quickly followed the ghost general into the range of Guijie Fort.
Although it is called a "fort", it is actually a very vast area, much larger than China.
The original gathering place for ghosts was a fort, and the name was retained after several expansions.
Therefore, the Ghost Realm Fort that many ghosts often talk about now refers specifically to the Ghost Realm Fort in a narrow sense, which is currently the capital of the underworld and is also the original site of the Ghost Realm Fort.
However, in the myths and legends of the people in the world of the living, all the areas where ghosts live are divided into the scope of the Ghost Realm Castle.
As soon as the ghost general approached here, Lu Wenwu felt a strong cold wind mixed with ghost energy coming towards him.
The biting cold wind blew over his body, but was blocked by his strong physical defense.
This little bit of Yin energy is nothing to him now.
If an ordinary person were immersed in the Yin energy without any protection, his Qi and blood would be depleted and his Yang energy would be damaged.
Until the yang energy and vitality are completely depleted, then the person will pass away.
It must be said that the ghost general is quite kind-hearted.
Lu Wenwu went directly to the nearest City God Temple to apply for a foreign population residence card, and exchanged it for an official version of the underworld ID card and a temporary residence certificate for foreign species.
Although Lu Wenwu himself expressed dissatisfaction with the underworld's classification of him as an alien creature.
But there is no way.
Except for foreign ghosts who immigrated here and are considered foreign ghosts, all others are considered foreign creatures.
After exiting the City God Temple, the ghost general asked, "Do you have a place to stay in Ghost Realm Castle? Do you need me to recommend a famous hotel in the ten districts?"
When he asked this, Lu Wenwu suddenly remembered the two interesting impermanences.
Why don't we go check them out first?
Anyway, I don’t know the place and have nowhere to go.
When the time comes, I will find a place in this ghost world with a lot of ghost traffic to set up a stall to sell egg-filled pancakes. I guess I can make a lot of money.
Thinking of this, Lu Wenwu said, "I have two friends, a pair of Black and White Impermanence, Black Nine Eight Five and White Two One One. We have a good relationship, and I want to go to the Wheel District to find them."
As old ghosts in the underworld, the Black and White Impermanence have long since broken away from their past lives.
To them, a name is just a code name, so many Black and White Impermanence simply use the number they were given when they joined the company as a nickname.
This is also true for many ghost soldiers and ghost generals.
"Oh? Are you talking about the two people who brought you here?" The ghost general thought for a moment and continued, "Calculating the time, they are probably reporting to the Soul-Snatching Department right now. That place is also in the Wheel District, so we're on the way."
"Then could you please show me the way? I'll treat you to some spiritual food later." Lu Wenwu chuckled.
"Spiritual food!? No, no, no, that's too expensive!"
The ghost general was immediately flattered. He took out a familiar-looking tablet with the "Dian" logo on it and swiped on it a few times.
"I called a taxi and it will be here soon."
Call a taxi?
Oh my god, there are taxis in this place?
About an hour later.
Lu Wenwu got off the Hades Didi pulled by four flaming nightmare hell horses at the door of the Soul-Catching Department building with a look of emotion, and waved goodbye to the kind-hearted ghost general.
These four nightmare hell horses are said to have been imported from the Western Hell.
Although his abilities are not as strong as the ghost war horses native to the underworld, he looks handsome and cool enough and is loved by many young ghosts.
Thinking back on what he had seen and heard along the way, Lu Wenwu felt that this trip to the underworld was not in vain.
I have gained a lot of knowledge.
If he had not seen the various large tombs and tomb-viewing rooms, mausoleum-viewing rooms, and tomb-viewing rooms in various residential areas on the way here, he might have thought that he had not come down to the world of the living.
As expected of the modern underworld, the food is quite good.
Lu Wenwu sighed in his heart and walked towards the Soul-Snatching Department office building.
From the outside, it looks exactly the same style as the Shenzhou government office building on Blue Planet.
At the main gate, majestic Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Deities holding weapons are on duty as guards. From time to time, there are ghosts dressed in black and white coming in and out, always in groups of two.
"Stop, this is a key location for the Soul-Snatching Tribe. Ghosts are not allowed here. Hmm? How come he's alive?"
When Lu Wenwu got closer, he was stopped by the ghost.
He stopped and looked around, and then he found that there was a message room behind the gate.
An old man holding a pipe put down the newspaper in his hand, and his pair of green eyes kept looking at himself.
"The physical body goes to the underworld. Hey boy, what's your background and what are you doing in the Soul-Catching Department?" asked the old ghost.
Lu Wenwu scratched his head and said, "Master, I don't have any background. I just came to this Ghost Realm Castle and want to temporarily seek refuge with two friends."
"You can come down in the flesh without any connections? Never mind, if you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. I'm just curious." The old ghost smiled and took a puff of his cigarette. "Are those two friends of yours the Impermanence? What are their numbers? I'll report them for you. But without the approval, I can't let you in."
"Thank you, sir!" Lu Wenwu clasped his fists. "Their numbers are Black 985 and White 211."
"Those two guys? Okay, let's find a warm place over there and stay for a while." Lao Gui nodded, picked up the landline on the table and started dialing. "By the way, this is a key surveillance area, no taking photos!"
"Of course, of course."
Lu Wenwu was embarrassed and quickly agreed.
After this exchange, it felt more like I was visiting a government agency.
Shaking his head to get rid of the messy thoughts in his mind, Lu Wenwu, who was a little bored, began to appreciate the propaganda column on the courtyard wall, which was exactly the same as many other institutions.
【Ghost Festival Holiday Notice】
All departments:
The Ghost Festival is a time when ghosts are everywhere. I’m so busy that I’m almost dying. Do you still want to take a vacation?
We will work collectively according to the old rules!
As in previous years, please stay at your respective posts with your colleagues such as the ghost messengers and ghost soldiers from other departments. The Ten Kings of Hell, the Emperor of Fengdu, the Five Ghost Emperors, the Emperor of Dongyue, and the Goddess of Hou Tu are with you.
The above is for your information.
The Soul-Catching Department of the Underworld.
Attachment: [Notice of Personnel Changes for the Black and White Impermanence Seconded to Support Brother Departments During the Ghost Festival]
Lu Wenwu: “.”
Well, in hell, civil servants actually have to work non-stop during the Chinese New Year.
Um?
Wait, this is...
Lu Wenwu was suddenly interested in another announcement.
Registration for the 2024 civil service examination for local government agencies and their directly affiliated institutions is about to begin.
(End of this chapter)
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