Chapter 211 Rewarding the Good and Punishing the Evil
In the endlessly vast world, Mao Yu immediately discovered that he was not the only one being led by the ghosts from the underworld. There were almost as many ghosts here as the number of ghosts that came here.
They are not very big, at least compared to the two underworld ghosts outside.
Every ghost or god has a corresponding ghost.
Mao Yu was very cooperative because he knew that if he didn't cooperate, the consequences would be bad.
But...it seems that not all people are as sensible as Mao Yu.
Just as Mao Yu was following the ghost from the underworld towards the main hall, a friend outside the Ming Dynasty had an argument with the ghost from the underworld.
"You can't do this. People are born free. You can't force me to do something I don't want to do!"
A white young man stood in front of the ghosts and gods of the underworld with a serious face, talking to them about reason.
The three sharp swords of human rights, freedom and truth seemed to protect him and gave him mysterious self-confidence.
The ghosts and gods in the underworld are very calm, they are like sculptures, without any expression, as if millions of years have made them calm enough.
But when this white guy was talking about human rights, freedom and truth, the underworld devil took off the whip from his waist.
The whip seemed to be made of stone, but Mao Yu knew that it was definitely not made of stone. It must be some material that did not exist in the world.
The next moment, the whip hit the white guy directly.
Flashes of lightning flashed across the whip, making a loud noise.
"The underworld has order, and those who disrupt it will be punished!"
The ghost in the underworld, who was being reasoned with by the white guy, spoke coldly, his voice was so cold that it seemed as if it had no emotions at all.
Only the whip made a loud lashing sound every time it was hit.
"No, stop, stop, I don't dare anymore."
"Please, it hurts!"
"Stop hitting me. I'm going to die. I'm really going to die."
………
The white guy who had just been speaking with confidence and reason was lying on the ground, screaming heart-wrenchingly.
It made Mao Yu shudder.
The whip hit the body in front of him, but did not leave any horrible whip marks. However, every time he was hit by the whip, his body would dim for a moment.
It's like it's gradually becoming transparent.
In Mao Yu's mind, he subconsciously recalled four words: "Souls are scattered!"
According to legend, this is the most severe punishment for a ghost, which is eternal damnation.
Mao Yu didn't quite understand the meaning of "eternal damnation", but that didn't stop him, as he knew it was an extremely severe consequence.
One whip, another whip!
After about two minutes of beating, the ghosts in the underworld finally stopped.
"Twenty lashes as punishment!"
"Now, follow me!"
This time the white guy didn't argue any more. He struggled to get up from the ground and staggered along with the underworld gods towards the palace in the distance.
He felt like he was going to die. This strange man in front of him really didn't talk to him about freedom and truth.
The ghosts and gods in the underworld simply used the most severe means to tell him that this is the underworld, and the rules of the underworld are above everything else here.
Mao Yu looked at the white guy and couldn't help feeling fortunate.
Others, seeing the miserable appearance of the white guy, were no longer prepared to reason with the ghosts and gods in the underworld.
Everyone can see that the ghosts and gods in the underworld here are unreasonable.
Because they all firmly believe that the underworld is the greatest truth.
Mao Yu was quickly brought to the main hall. The underworld ghosts walking in front of him seemed to have bent the entire space and time, which was why he was able to arrive in front of the main hall so quickly.
Before Mao Yu could take a closer look at the hall, the ghosts from the underworld who were leading the way had already taken him inside.
Only then did Mao Yu realize that there were people queuing up in front of him.
Beside each of these people there is a ghost from the underworld about ten feet tall.
Deep in the hall, everything was in a state of dimness. Silence and depression seemed to be the only themes here for thousands of years.
Mao Yu couldn't see what was inside the temple. To be precise, he didn't even dare to speak when he got here.
"It seems that there is some terrifying power that reminds me all the time that if I speak, I will die."
"It's different from the majesty of the two ten-thousand-foot-tall ghosts outside. This seems to be the law of the underworld. Although I have never seen it before, but..."
Mao Yu glanced at the hall that was so dark that there was not a single ray of light.
"But once you come here, you will know that it is like some kind of rule that you cannot challenge and can only obey."
Before Mao Yu could carefully look around him, he suddenly heard an extremely majestic voice coming from the darkness.
"Luo Cheng was born on the fifth day of the third month of the Bingzi year at the hour of Zi, and died on the first day of the fourth month of the Wuxu year at the hour of Si, at the age of 82. During his lifetime, he killed 16 people, including Luo Yunju, Luo Kai..."
The voice seemed to be devoid of emotion and extremely cold. After reporting the man's life, birth date, death time, good and evil deeds, he suddenly paused and said:
"Sentenced to be thrown into the icy hell, to suffer the pain of being frozen for two hundred thousand years."
The voice seemed to carry a chill that made Mao Yu shiver all over.
"Oh my god, a sentence of 200,000 years?"
It is estimated that there will be no reduction in the sentence of 200,000 years in the underworld. That is 200,000 years without any discount at all. This is not a joke.
"Two hundred thousand years, even if a ghost stayed in the Ice Hell for that long, I'm afraid it would become a stupid ghost."
Mao Yu couldn't help but gasp. He wouldn't be sentenced, would he?
"If the Eighteen Levels of Hell are real, then being sentenced to the Tongue-Pulling Hell means having your tongue plucked out non-stop without any pause. I heard that in the Tongue-Pulling Hell, once your tongue is plucked out it will grow back immediately. If you are sentenced to 200,000 years, it means you will be plucked out non-stop for 200,000 years."
Looking at the situation of the white guy just now, it is probably unlikely that there will be any humanitarian commutation of sentence here.
Here, the good is rewarded and the evil is punished. The evil ones will be punished honestly and will not accept any reduction in sentence.
While Mao Yu was thinking, the voice did not stop. He continued to judge one ghost after another with a cold and ruthless voice.
In just over ten minutes, he had sentenced six people to the Ice Hell and five people to the Tongue-Pulling Hell, but he acquitted five people and allowed them to be reincarnated.
"It is said that people with great merits will have the opportunity to become immortals here, but I don't know if it is true or not."
Mao Yu didn't dare to ask. He felt that he would die if he opened his mouth.
There is not the slightest room for maneuver.
Mao Yu waited for time to pass bit by bit, and the days felt like years.
But not too much time passed before a voice rang out.
"Maoyu, come forward and hear the verdict!"
Just after he took a step forward, a faint light suddenly appeared in the darkness, illuminating an extremely tall figure.
More updates tomorrow!
(End of this chapter)
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