The surrounding white ghosts stared at Yun Yao and let out a terrible cry, as if they also remembered the concern in their hearts. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yun Yao glanced down at the hole in the door, it had been repaired by the ghost queen, it seemed that she didn't want to let herself go. Since this door is impassable, it is better to change places than to sit here and wait for death.

After passing through these hanged ghosts, you reached the end and suddenly entered the second floor, like an invisible elevator in the corner of the first floor.

As soon as Yun Yao stepped into the second floor, she heard a noisy cry from inside, as well as the sound of a leather whip whipping on her flesh, tearing her flesh and skin.

These voices are terrifying, Yun Yao stood in place, her legs trembled uncontrollably, this voice was too miserable, instinctively wanted to discourage people and quickly escape from here, but this place is full of magic, so that you can't avoid it, you can't escape.

The sound echoed in your ears, vibrating every piece of your eardrum, Yun Yao hugged her ears tightly, but the voice was still so clear that she couldn't shake it off.

The hazy color in front of him gradually receded, and was replaced by a room full of blood, on the ground, on the wall, on the roof of the shed, everywhere, and there were people stepping barefoot in the blood soup and making a crackling sound, and the sound of leather whips fell from top to bottom, falling on the flesh, with a heart-rending howl, which instantly turned into a muffled cry, as if someone had been grabbed by the tongue, so that he could not shout or cry.

The magic hidden around the body is getting stronger and stronger, like an invisible big hand, grabbing your collar and walking forward, until a stream of red liquid suddenly splashes on Yun Yao's face, that magic disappears, the surroundings are no longer hazy, Yun Yao can clearly see every ghost, every soul, and countless scissors around her.

Touching the liquid on his face, he looked, "Blood? Yun Yao exclaimed in surprise, alarming all the spirits and torture ghosts in the room, and a pair of eyes glared at her, with fear, anger, amazement, distress, and despair.

In an instant, the ghosts were back to their work.

Yun Yao was hit by a ghost coming behind her and stumbled and fell to the ground, splashing his face with blood soup on the ground and staining his clothes. Yun Yao hurriedly got up and hid to the side, only to see that the ghost who hit him just now was skinny, hunchbacked, and there was a thick black secret room of long hair on his back, the evil ghost raised his leather whip and viciously whipped a soul, and suddenly a bewitching flesh flower bloomed on his back, and the bright red blood stained the white thin shirt, the soul cried bitterly, with a long mouth, and let out a hoarse howl, and he puffed out his eyes in pain, as if he was about to snatch out of his eyes. The evil ghost grabbed the pliers on the Xingtai, accurately clamped the tongue of this soul, and then pulled it out little by little, the tongue was tightened, the painful soul jumped up all over the body, and the already pale face became even paler, he desperately grabbed the pliers in the hands of the evil ghost, but his back had already been controlled by other evil ghosts, no matter how he struggled, he was just a clown.

Yun Yao couldn't bear to look at it directly, don't look over, but she saw that a long tongue more than a foot long in front of her was clamped in the pliers, and the longer the tongue was pulled, the happier and louder the group of ghosts laughed. I saw that the soul was shrunk together with muscles, I don't know whether it was blood or cold sweat soaked the clothes, only to hear the sound of "bar", the tongue was clipped, and the blood was like a column.

The soul bent his hands in pain, trying to touch his mouth, but the pain made him dare not touch it at all, and his eyes hung abruptly on his sockets.

"Send them upstairs!" A ghost officer commanded. Immediately a dozen demons came up and drove the soul whose tongue had been plucked out to the corner of this floor, and if he walked slower, the demon would raise his whip and slap him fiercely, and when he fell to the ground, the demons would pull him by the hair and whip him harder, again and again, until the soul got up on its own, and then the demons laughed sarcastically.

"I don't want to pull out my tongue, I don't—" There was a terrified roar of a soul behind him, he was already frightened, and even though the whip came at his back one after another, he still didn't want to go forward.

It turns out that this is the legendary tongue-pulling hell, it turns out that it really exists, and only when you see it with your own eyes do you know how terrifying it is. Yun Yao wants to stop those ghosts, but the so-called hell is to punish those who don't do good deeds when they are alive, so don't save yourself, Yun Yao is stuck, she doesn't know whether to meddle or not, but the scene in front of her, like a laser, shakes her eyes, headache, heartache, as if every whip, every pliers, is used on herself, she feels that she is about to suffocate, blood splashed on her body one after another, those cries for help, pain, cursing, endlessly.

Yun Yao really couldn't see death without help, so she mustered up the courage to run over and grab the whip in the hands of the evil ghosts, but the arm passed through the arms of those evil ghosts, and the intersecting parts instantly turned into a thin layer like a shadow, Yun Yao looked at her arm in surprise, it had become normal, and she went to grab the bound soul again, but her arm still passed through the soul body, and it was still a thin and faint shadow-like existence for that second.

How so? Just now on the first floor, you can obviously kick away the hanged ghost, but here, why, can't you catch them yourself, and you can't touch them, is all this a fantasy in front of you? But the blood on the ground, the blood on the body, and the blood on the face are all there, why? Why, exactly?

Yun Yao stretched out her hand and shook it in front of the soul's eyes, and the soul cast a vicious gaze, and cursed in her mouth: "You woman who can't be saved when you see death, you can't die well...

A leather whip fell, the soul was in pain, the flesh and blood on the back of the flesh were blurred, the evil ghost glanced at Yun Yao proudly, copied the pliers next to him, clamped the soul's tongue fiercely, and pulled it out little by little, until the limit of what the tongue could bear, and the sound of "bar" broke off.

The demons let go of their souls, only to see him rush towards Yun Yao suddenly, pinching Yun Yao's neck with one hand and gesturing his bloody mouth with the other.

The mouth was so wide open, the root of the severed tongue was still connected to a small piece of flesh, and the blood kept flowing out, wetting the placket of the clothes, and it was no longer possible to see that the clothes were once as white as snow, but now they were red with the smell of death.

The soul stared at Yun Yao as if cursing, and the muffled voice in his mouth was like a poisonous curse, even though the soul had been taken away by the evil ghost, the voice still echoed in Yun Yao's ears, over and over again, endlessly.

Yun Yao covered her neck, gasped for breath, and when she lowered her head, she found that she had never moved, and there was no trace of rushing forward.

What's going on? Could it be that he just subconsciously wanted to save him, but in reality he didn't take action? But the feeling of touching the demon's arm was real. No wonder this soul cursed itself so much.

Yun Yao felt so tired, dragging her tired body between this group of ghosts and souls, she didn't know where she was going, and her legs once again did not obey the call. (To be continued.) )