"Are you planning a rebellion?"
"Sinner Zhang Shoudao, I sentence you to the eighteen levels of hell, where you will never be reborn!"
"You accomplices, regardless of your crimes, will be beaten with a hundred sticks before trial!"
Everyone's expression changed.
Without the blessing of spiritual energy, no matter how strong their physical fitness is, after experiencing the torture on the Yellow Springs Road, they know only too well the power of the mourning stick.
The body of an ordinary second-level awakener couldn't even withstand fifty hits, let alone a hundred.
This is going to force them to death!
Everyone glared upwards, with fire burning in their eyes and their clenched fists making crackling sounds.
There is no way to survive, we can only fight, and I will have no regrets even if I die!
…
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
At this moment, the man with a mustache next to him walked forward and said a few words in a servile manner.
The anger in the eyes of the dead-faced judge finally disappeared.
"Since someone has pleaded for you, the mourning sticks will be spared. However... the death penalty can be spared, but the living punishment cannot be escaped. Each of you should take a mourning stick and hit him with it!"
"Otherwise... you will go to the frying pan hell!"
With a stroke of the judge's pen, another stone door was opened, and suddenly a pungent heat wave mixed with crackling sounds came.
"Ah! No...I was wrong!"
“Kill me…Kill me!”
"Give me another chance, and I'm willing to surrender to the King of Hell..."
“…”
In the red hell behind the stone gate, a young man in prison clothes was struggling and wailing in an endless pot of oil. His face was covered with burnt brown blood and there was not a single intact part on his body.
Screams were heard one after another, and there seemed to be more than ten people inside.
Hell on earth!
The faces of the people around him suddenly changed, the anger in their eyes began to slowly die out, and they all looked at Zhang Shoudao again.
The straight figure in front still stood tall.
There was a faint murmur among the crowd.
Death is not scary, what is scary is endless torture!
Faced with this hellish scene, everyone's faith was no longer firm.
Bang~
Finally someone took action.
Hit Zhang Shoudao's knee directly.
Plop~
Zhang Shoudao knelt down.
…
"The sinner Tang Wen, who had been drifting with the tide during his lifetime, had neither merits nor faults. But today he took the initiative to act, and he has been meritorious. He will enter the Naihe Bridge, and his life span will be increased by ten years!" The judge's voice sounded.
At the same time, a creepy smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Tang Wen quickly put down the mourning stick in his hand and knelt down to kowtow.
"Thank you for your gift, Judge!"
"Your Excellency the Judge, I do not wish to enter the cycle of reincarnation. I wish to become a ghost messenger and serve the King of Hell."
Tang Wen knelt down and kowtowed.
He also wants to enter the fourth level!
From below, discussions were heard again, and everyone's expressions revealed shock.
In front, Zhang Shoudao, with blood flowing from his thigh, staggered to his feet and looked up indifferently.
The judge's smile gradually faded and his expression became gloomy.
Seeing this, Tang Wen instantly understood what was going on. He immediately gritted his teeth, rolled up his sleeves, picked up the mourning stick and hit Zhang Shoudao.
"If you disrespect the ghost messenger, you deserve to be beaten!"
"Look directly at the judge, and you deserve a beating!"
"You have no respect for the Lord of Hell, you deserve to be beaten!"
"You deserve to be punished for harming alien spirits!"
"Kneel down!"
Tang Wen roared fiercely, and hit the stick with all his might. He knew very well that there were only two outcomes today!
It's either wealth and glory or mental breakdown, so... I have to make the judge understand my determination.
I have no second thoughts about the King of Hell!
…
Bang~
The sound of broken bones was heard and Zhang Shoudao fell down again.
Tang Wen glanced at the crowd with a mourning stick in hand and roared fiercely, "Dare to defy the King of Hell, and you will die. Only by obeying fate can you survive!"
"Kneel down with me!"
"Please, Lord Yama, spare you!"
“…”
"Damn traitor, I'm going to tear him apart!"
"I've never known what kneeling is since I was a kid!"
"Follow me and kill that traitor!"
"Give me a gun and I'll shoot it!"
“…”
For a moment, the awakened people below were excited. Zhang Shoudao's actions rekindled the faith in everyone's hearts, and they continued to attack the blockade line with their flesh and blood.
However, they were surrounded by a group of ghost officials, and they were completely unable to break through the defense line because they had lost their spiritual energy.
rear.
"I can't stand it. This is too bullying. If that lackey attacks again, we will attack him! Are you afraid of death?" Someone in Qiao Yuan's team shouted.
"Don't be afraid of anything, just do it!"
"Killing a ghost messenger before dying is a win!"
Everyone looked at Gou An again. Needless to say, since Qiao Yuan saved them, he must be fought.
In this place, the only one who can use spiritual energy and has some fighting ability is Gou An.
Although they all despised this cowardly awakener along the way, now one more person means one more strength.
"You...what are you looking at? I...although I, Gou An, am afraid of death, I am not a coward!" Gou An said with his fists clenched, although his body was shaking.
He admitted that he was afraid of death and greedy for money... but he also had blood!
"Okay, very good. If you can come back alive, I will recognize you as my friend!"
"I apologize for what I said before!"
"Me too!"
“…”
In the audience.
Everyone's heart was lifted.
Zhang Shoudao had a painful expression, sweat all over his forehead, and his lower body was already soaked in blood, but he still forced himself to stand up.
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