Although Luo Ping didn't understand what Sami was, he saw that Wanniang was surrounded by a group of people who were not human, ghosts and ghosts, and his blood surged up for a while, but he himself was entangled by a few arms that came out of nowhere.

"Ahh

When Luo Ping struggled to be tied to the bloody shelf by the monster, a feeling of pain into the bone marrow immediately came, it turned out that this was not an ordinary shelf, the surface of this shelf was smooth and visible, but in fact, as long as someone pressed it, three sharp spines would immediately protrude, these three points are designed according to the weakest part of the human body, and it is also the most painful place, the more you struggle, the more it hurts, the more you want to move. It's an endless loop.

As the saying goes, if you don't break it, you can't stand it, fight poison with poison, Luo Ping, who had already lost half of his strength, after such a painful blow to the bone marrow, suddenly the blood vessels in his whole body became congested and skyrocketed, the roots and hairs stood erect, and the murderous aura in his eyes was hotter than the fire burning under the oil pot.

Hearing Luo Ping's scream, several of the strange people who were executed suddenly laughed, this kind of scene is too much, at the beginning these people still have the strength to scream, and it won't be long before they will be dying, at this time go to the yīn ditch and scoop a bowl of yīn* water and splash it, the person who was dying just now will come back to life, and at the same time the next round of punishment will begin, and so on several times, no matter how powerful and hard-mouthed people are in life, they must be convinced when they go to zuihou, this trick is simply unpleasant.

Seeing Luo Ping being tortured like this, Wanniang's eyes cracked, but there was too much chaos around her, one by one grabbed her arm and hugged her thigh, not to mention running over to save Luo Ping, even turning her head is a very difficult thing, after all, she is Wanniang, not Anna or Longxin, this is already the limit of what she can do.

"Huhuhu...... Whew......huhu"

Luo Ping felt that his chest cavity was like an exhaust fan, and with each pain, the rhythm of his heart's beating would speed up a few points, and the zuihou was more like it was about to burst out directly from his body.

Seeing this scene, except for Wan Niang, everyone around showed a smile, the little ghosts are the least afraid of thorns, because often the thorns are stronger, and the stronger the people will be more comfortable to torture, just like today's Luo Ping, if ordinary people hold on for at most half a minute, it is already very remarkable, but Luo Ping has insisted on it for more than two minutes, and looking at his expression, it seems that he is still struggling, such a scene makes the little ghost people who are used to seeing bloody scenes can't help but feel a little cool, It's been a long time since I've had such a cool visual impact, and some of the other onlookers, the reason why they laugh is because they don't want to see Luo Ping stronger than them, so the more Luo Ping struggles, the more painful it is, the happier they are.

"You bad Buddha, you nasty Buddha, I hate you, I hate you." Wanniang burst into tears, every time Luo Ping shouted, it was undoubtedly the same as cutting his heart with a knife, especially every time he thought that all this was done by the Buddha, the anger in his chest surged upward, and he scolded the Buddha for the first time in his life.

"Ah, I'll grass your ancestor!" Luo Ping, who was tortured to the critical point, suddenly shouted, and then his arm suddenly swelled as if it had been hit by a catalyst, and with a hard pull, he actually broke free from the iron chain dedicated to the little ghost, and then the flesh and blood blurred body was as hard as iron, and with a violent shock, the entire wooden board was directly smashed into pieces.

Luo Ping, who was completely released, twisted his arms and neck, and after stopping the bleeding as fast as possible, he broke off with a sigh and clamped the three monster heads that sneaked over, and before these three hands could use all their strength, Luo Ping suddenly turned into a Popeye**, and with a hard effort, he only heard a click, and the three hands of the monster were broken by Luo Ping.

Seeing this scene, all the little ghosts on the periphery fled, and the people who were still watching the excitement suddenly became so perverted when they saw Luo Ping, who was still being tortured on the wooden board, that they no longer dared to surround the evening girl, and there was no figure running away all at once.

"Sammy ......"

"Stop!" Seeing that the people and ghosts around him were gone, Luo Ping grinned for a while, and was about to check the injury, but he saw that the cute girl was ready to pounce again, and hurriedly stretched out her hand to stop, but unfortunately she was still a step late, and the late mother suddenly threw herself into her arms, crying and crying called a sad person.

"Sister, sister...... Don't speak English? Luo Ping gasped, the girl in front of him was really a little speechless, he couldn't beat and scold, scolded and scolded, and the most important thing was that he couldn't remember the relationship between this girl and him at all.

So Luo Ping repeated his body language when he first communicated with Wan Niang, although Wan Niang was embarrassed, but also knew that Luo Ping may have a memory problem, after some anxious body communication, Luo Ping finally knew a general story line, it turned out that he was really Chinese, and now the place where they are is eighteen layers of hell, the woman in front of him is called Wan Niang, is a cute girl from Thailand, for herself, resolutely jumped down the eighteen layers of hell, hearing this, Luo Ping slapped himself hard, Then cuddle it into your arms. "What are the eighteen layers of hell? Is Eighteen Floors of Hell Amazing? Can the eighteen layers of hell trap me? Luo Ping clenched his hands into fists and shouted: "You can't defeat me, but will only make me stronger, you just wait for the fire to burn under your feet, when the time comes, you will prostrate and tremble, begging for my forgiveness, but it's a pity...... You have hurt me, you have hurt my woman, and I will make you suffer more than the eighteen layers of hell. ”_

Luo Ping rarely said such big words, and rarely said such a declaration of war, mainly because this time after amnesia and the painful torture of hell, he understood a lot of things, that is, don't be entangled, don't worry, just grasp the present, grasp the present is the most important thing.

As if in response to Luo Ping's words, the gate of hell opened again, but this time it was not the fourth layer or the fifth layer of the imagination, this time Luo Ping directly fell into the eighteenth layer of hell, and Wan Niang didn't think about it, and jumped into the eighteenth layer of hell.

Eighteen layers of hell, known as the knife and saw hell in Taoism, mainly punish people who abduct and sell children in the yang world, and seduce women, and its main punishment method is to strip people naked, and then their limbs are tied to a lathe by ropes, zuihou uses a saw to cut off all the limbs and heads, which is the most severe means in the entire eighteen layers of hell, and the little ghosts who are executed in the other seventeen layers of hell are selected to perform well, whether it is personal force value, or the experience of starting hands, it is the best choice.

Luo Ping suddenly fell from the third layer of hell to the eighteenth layer of hell, which is equivalent to transforming the space fourteen times at once, if the previous kind of transformation layer by layer, he can barely bear it, but now there is a big change, Luo Ping feels that his whole head is going to explode, the memory in his mind will be restored for a while, and it will be lost, that feeling is like someone constantly instilling something in your head, and then extracting it, and by the time he wanted to forcibly control his brain, he had been pressed down in a pool of blood, On the contrary, Wanniang has always maintained a calm mind in the transformation of space, as if everything in it is not very useful to her.

"Set up, execute!"

Before Luo Ping came back to his senses, the late lady heard a break from the secluded place, and motioned to those little ghosts to drag Luo Ping to the lathe.

"Made, you brought this on yourself." Luo Ping, who was lifted into the air, shook his head, and the memory in his mind at this moment finally fully recovered, and at the same time, the connection with Pixiu in his body also played a role at this moment.

"Sammy!"

"Mia!"

Luo Ping responded, and then his body spun in the air, and the sword of King Yue Goujian, who was full of wealth in his hand, shone brightly in an instant, blinding the eyes of the two little ghosts in front of him.

"Humph! Dare to be wild here, and serve the punishment. ”

At this moment, another sound came from the dark place, and at the same time, Luo Ping's ears moved, as if some large machinery was slowly moving around him, and the closer he got closer, the more he could feel a murderous aura slowly approaching.

"What the hell is this?" When a three- or four-meter-high, four-five-meter-wide Xing bed erupted with a strong smell of blood and rushed towards this side, Luo Ping almost couldn't hold back and wanted to vomit, this bed doesn't know how many people have died, how much blood has flowed, that yīn qi is almost condensed into an entity, this almost does not have to climb up to be tortured, and people can be smoked to death below, this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that it is not ordinary imps who push this torture bed, but three legendary hell demon lords.

Legend has it that the three hell demon lords were all immortals in the sky before, and then because they made a big mistake, they were relegated to the world, and as a result, they still died after reincarnation, and the heavenly court was furious, and directly sent the three into the eighteenth layer of hell, and suffered all kinds of torture, zuihou became a special executioner in the eighteenth layer of hell because of the ruthless methods and the appearance of the fierce gods.

Originally, these three immortals only needed to be reincarnated eighteen times in the yang world to be reincarnated as mortals, and then offset the evil karma they had done in their previous lives, but the Lord of Yama didn't do it, these three are excellent seedlings, since these three people came to hell, the office efficiency of the entire underworld has instantly increased I don't know how many times, especially those dignitaries and masters who have made mistakes that are the most difficult to deal with in Pingrì, in their place, they only need a minute, and honestly confess all their crimes. So, Lord Yama simply talked to Heavenly Court about the conditions, and finally asked the three of them to come over, and these three people also felt that there was no meaning in the mortal world, and here, they could find a sense of identity and accomplishment, so they nodded and agreed, just like that, the combination of these tridents has become a nightmare for many people in this layer of hell.