Chapter 137 The Pain of the Eighteenth Level of Hell



Shu Ranjie cried out in pain again.

"I'll save you, but would you be willing to turn yourself in?"

Si Jinyan stepped forward slowly, and the woman beside him tried to stop him, but she was frozen in place by a talisman.

She doesn't like being disturbed when she's doing something.

He took out his phone and dialed a number, which was Zhou Yichen's number.

She hadn't originally planned to save it, but Zhou Yichen felt that the police would definitely need Si Jinyan's help in the future, so they saved it together.

"Miss Si? Is there something you need from me so late?"

Zhou Yichen's voice clearly showed some surprise.

Why would the master take the initiative to seek him out?

"We need you to come to Unit 5, Building 3, Bixi Garden to be a witness."

Si Jinyan gave the address, and Zhou Yichen didn't ask any further questions.

Since Miss Si needed his help, he readily agreed.

What he said that day wasn't a lie. If he were truly ten years younger, he would definitely pursue Si Jinyan.

It was already past ten o'clock, so he could only pull his younger brother Zhou Jiayou along to Bixi Garden.

"Just bear the pain for now!"

After hanging up the phone, Si Jinyan said nothing more.

"Are you kidding me?"

Shu Ranjie listened to Si Jinyan's voice and questioned him with some annoyance.

"Yes, so are you still going to ask me for help?"

Si Jinyan curled her lips and glanced at him with disdain.

He harmed his senior brother; it's already a miracle he wasn't killed with a single sword strike.

Why not let him suffer more? What are you thinking?

"No...please..."

Shu Ranjie figured it was only for one night anyway, and he could endure it.

"Can!"

Si Jinyan's face was cold. Let's see if his life is tough or her methods are ruthless.

"You're so cruel!"

Although Shu Ranjie's wife cannot move, she can speak.

Seeing that Si Jinyan didn't help her husband, she kept scolding her.

He was sarcastic and scathing, hurling all sorts of profanities.

The sounds of Shu Ranjie struggling in pain echoed in the room.

"Eight hours until dawn!"

Si Jinyan only said one sentence.

Letting Shu Ranjie know that the dawn he was looking forward to was still eight hours away would break down his mental defenses.

"And you've only been tortured for ten minutes."

Ten minutes had already caused him unbearable pain, and Shu Ranjie could hardly imagine what eight hours would be like.

"You have a guilty conscience, that's why you're so afraid of them."

Si Jinyan's voice was unhurried, like the soft, seductive music of the underworld.

It sounds nice, but it's cruel.

She watched all of this with indifference; people called her cruel and cold-blooded, they called her whatever they wanted.

She doesn't care.

She wanted Shu Ranjie to pay the price.

Shu Ranjie felt as if he were walking on the edge of a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire, with countless evil spirits struggling to reach out to him from behind.

It seems like they're dragging him down to the deepest hell.

"No, I don't want to die!"

Shu Ranjie shouted loudly, and suddenly a scene of ice and snow appeared before his eyes.

We just went through hell and high water, and now we're in freezing cold.

Is this really the eighteen levels of hell?

Shu Ranjie felt as if all the blood in his body had frozen.

Every step he took felt like he was walking on a sharp blade.

Blood was everywhere, and flesh was mangled beyond recognition.

Surrounded by countless evil spirits, he was forced to keep running forward.

"Please save me, I give up!"

Shu Ranjie couldn't take it anymore after only the third level.

What he saw was the horrific scene of the eighteen levels of hell.

"You three, stand to one side!"

Si Jinyan waved to the three ghosts.

Since they couldn't beat Si Jinyan, they naturally stood obediently to the side.

“Master, this man has not only killed three of us, he should die a horrible death.”

The male ghost, whose intestines had fallen to the ground and then been stuffed back in, pointed at Shu Ranjie and said.

"Yes, yes, the laws of this world can't punish him. He should go to the eighteenth level of hell to have a taste of his own medicine."

The woman, whose chest felt empty, nodded in agreement.

I think so too.

This woman in her fifties must be the ghost who just died; the seven-day mourning period hasn't even passed yet.

"How do you know that Shu Ranjie killed you?"

Si Jinyan asked.

The three ghosts looked at each other and said, "The judge of life and death told us the cause of death before we died, so we know that it was this Shu Ranjie who was behind it all."

"He knew I was allergic to penicillin, but he still gave me penicillin. Moreover, I had severe heart failure, and I requested conservative treatment at the time, but somehow I ended up in the operating room anyway."

"That's what the woman with the empty chest said."

"I was even worse off. I only wanted to have my appendix removed, but he cut out a section of my small intestine and then sewed it back up. I really don't know how he became a doctor."

"I had a terrible experience too. I had a blood clotting disorder, but it wasn't shown on my medical examination report. I bled non-stop on the operating table and eventually died from hemorrhagic shock."

This woman in her fifties was the patient who died at Si Jiangyu's hands.

"The judge told me that he deliberately switched the medical examination form, causing the doctor to make a mistake during the evaluation, which led to my death."

The three ghosts chatted amongst themselves, each taking turns speaking.

"The three of you go and visit your relatives in their dreams later, and tell them the cause of your deaths. As for Shu Ranjie, don't worry, he will be handed over to you after you die."

Si Jinyan and the three ghosts openly discussed these matters in front of Shu Ranjie.

They completely disregarded Shu Ranjie.

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