The next day, after resting in the ancestral hall for a morning, the four of them began to conduct their own investigations.

Shulanruo found Zhuge Fan in the east of the village and asked Zhuge Fan for a drug that could make people unconscious for a short time, she remembered that Bai Ci had told her that Zhuge Fan had used it on Zhang Ling, a subordinate of the Bai family.

"What do you want this medicine for?" Zhuge Fan asked suspiciously.

Shulan Ruo didn't answer, and ran away.

This is a key, the key to open the gates of hell!

After taking the medicine, she quickly found Yu Jia.

"Brother Yujia, the things have been obtained, but I don't know if it's genuine, you are well-informed and familiar with the village chief, please go and help take a look, by the way, in order to avoid suspicion, don't bring anyone else over." You know, the more people who know about it, the worse it is for us. ”

"Oh? I'm going there alone?"

"Well, don't worry, in order to avoid others noticing, my other companions are still pretending to investigate in other places, and only me and you have passed. You can't trust me, can you?"

"Why, don't worry, I definitely believe you, but I have to tell my wife that she is not at home, and if she can't find me when she comes back, she will be worried."

After saying that, he asked Shulanruo to wait in the house, and he went out by himself.

If Shulan knew that Yu Jia was going out to confirm the location of the other three, he would definitely send someone to spy on the other three.

Because, the devil never trusts anyone, including himself.

It didn't take long for Yu Jia to come back, with a hint of excitement on his face, it seemed that he had already got the answer he wanted.

So, the next thing is to get what he wants.

"I'm sorry! I've kept you waiting, let's go now! Yu Jia came to Shu Lanruo's side and put his face close to Shu Lanruo's hair, with an impatient look on his face.

This is not only the urgency of the material, but also the desire for **.

The devil is always greedy for everything he wants, even by any means.

Shulanruo smiled shyly and gently pushed away Yu Jia's face, "Brother Yu Jia, don't worry, let's leave now!" ”

Along the way, Shu Lanruo deliberately chose a remote path to walk on, so as not to attract the attention of others, and a few minutes later, the two came to the door of the house that Shu Lanruo had set up in advance last night.

"This is it, Brother Yuga, put the things inside, and I'll open the door with the key." Shu Lanruo stopped and groped in her pocket.

"Alright, you hurry."

Yu Jia took advantage of Shu Lanruo's back to him, shamelessly leaned his face towards Shu Lanruo's ear, smelling the fragrance between Shu Lanruo's hair, which was the unique fragrance of a girl, a fragrance that had not been cultivated by the world, and he was going to destroy the fragrance now.

"Does it smell good?"

Shu Lanruo chuckled.

Yu Jia nodded vigorously, intoxicated by this fragrance, "It smells, it smells good." ”

"The door is open."

Shu Lanruo's hand swept towards Yu Jia's face.

"The gates of hell have been opened for you, take your time! Brother Yuga. ”

"Huh?" Yu Jia hummed suspiciously, and then, he felt weak, and his eyes went dark.

…………

When Yuga woke up, there was some darkness around him, and his body seemed to lie in a narrow, vertical pit, cold, rough, with many fine grains of sand.

He shook his head, became much more conscious, and instinctively looked overhead.

Sure enough, he was in a narrow dirt pit, and there was a fire outside the pit, flickering, and from time to time there was the crackling sound of burning wood.

"Woo woo ......" Yu Jia wanted to call the person above, but found that he couldn't open his mouth, he could only make a whining sound, and with the movement of his lips, there was also a pain in his heart.

At this time, he was glad that his hands and feet were not tied, and hurriedly touched his mouth with his hand.

He felt that his lips were stitched with dense thick threads, and a big dead knot was tied at the end, the threads were so strong that he could not untie them anyway.

What kind of person dares to treat him like this in Yu Village, he is the son of the deputy village chief, that person is looking for death!

Don't forget, his hands and feet are not tied, and if he lets himself out, he will make this person die ugly, ugly, he promises.

With great anger, Yuga began to climb out of the pit, but he was so fat that he only climbed a little distance after climbing for a long time.

was desperately climbing up, and suddenly Yu Jia felt that his hands were hot, he instinctively retracted his hand, and the whole person fell back to the bottom of the pit.

He glanced down at his hand, and the fat hand immediately turned red, and there was a big blister, and the skin was still greasy, and he realized that it was hot oil, and someone splashed his hand with hot oil.

The pain immediately spread from his hands.

"Woo ......"

Yu Jia let out a whining moan in pain, and the whole person shrunk together, like a disgusting sarcoma, trembling.

After the pain passed, he raised his head and stared viciously at the mouth of the pit, but there was no one there.

Perhaps, he can climb up quietly, not to alarm that person, just let him climb out, he must kill that person, in the most vicious way.

So, he began a new round of struggle, this time, staring at the outside of the pit to avoid being poured hot oil again.

However, when he began to climb, a water scoop suddenly appeared on his head, and the mouth of the water scoop was facing downward, and the liquid in it poured out, and it was poured on his hand at once, fortunately he reacted quickly enough, otherwise his head would have been drenched.

The pain swept over like a tidal wave.

The pain of the second burn made him burst into tears, and he rolled on the ground with his hands in his hands, and his mouth whined in pain.

Unlike a burn, a burn is a little painful at first, and after a few seconds, the pain is transmitted to the brain, and the pain is redoubled.

Now Yu Jia's hands are all red and black, and even the blisters are not long, and it can be seen that his hands are almost half cooked.

Perhaps it was the crying that annoyed the people outside the pit, and the man began to pour hot oil down the wall of the pit, and the hot oil flowed into the pit so low that Yu Jia climbed on the wall of the pit and cried again.

He had already woken up from the anger and hatred at the beginning, and he was just meat on someone else's chopping block, with no room for resistance.

Then, suddenly, a rope hung down.

Frightened, Yu Jia shrank his neck, took half a step back, accidentally stepped on the hot oil under his feet, and almost slipped.

Is this a trap?

Yu Jia didn't dare to touch the rope, for fear that as soon as he pulled the rope, he would suddenly pull down a hot oil pot and burn himself instantly.

But the hot oil from the pit wall continued to pour into the bottom of the pit, and soon it would spread to the soles of his feet, and he was wearing no shoes.

There was no way, he could only try to pull the rope with his red hand, and a large piece of his half-cooked watch leather immediately fell off, revealing the black and red flesh inside, and he burst into tears in pain.

This pull, he found that the rope was very strong, it seemed that there was no problem, and the instinct for survival drove him to climb the rope in pain, but as soon as he exerted his strength, his hands hurt so much that he couldn't use it at all, and the flesh on his hands also fell off with a large piece of it, and even the white bones of Sensen could be seen.

This pain, even far more than the pain of cutting flesh, chronic burn death, is one of the top ten most painful ways to die in the world.

He trembled and cried, plucking up the courage to try to climb the rope again and again, but again and again he failed, and he kept struggling between life and death.

Finally, he sat down on the ground, the hot oil under him was not so hot because it had absorbed heat from the pit wall, but it had already burned the soles of his feet and buttocks, and he was already convulsed with pain, and he even had the heart to die.

Sometimes, death is a kind of relief, and life is better than death, it is torment and torture.

He roared as hard as he could into the pit, like a trapped beast, venting his anger.

He was afraid of death, he didn't have the courage to commit suicide, and roaring was the only thing he could do now, and the only thing he dared to do.

When he roared with all his might, the hot oil flowing into the pit stopped, and instead a scoop of hot oil poured directly over his body.

Yu Jia regretted it, at this moment, he regretted it incomparably, why did he come here, why did he live, even if he was killed by a female ghost, he could still sleep and die peacefully, and now, a peaceful death is an incomparable luxury for him.

He couldn't hide, his whole body was burned red and black, and he struggled at the bottom of the pit in pain, trembling, and crying in a low voice.

When ordinary pain reaches a certain level, people will faint, however, the pain of burning will make you faint and wake up by pain again, just like a frying pan hell, making you struggle in despair and pain again and again, exhaust the last trace of life in despair and pain and die.

Finally, Yu Jia couldn't support it anymore and fainted.

Shu Lanruo stopped and continued to pour oil, walked to the edge of the pit, and smiled slightly.

"I told you you should go to hell."

"Others say that dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water, so I use hot oil, hehe!"

Shulan Ruo set up a simple flowing device on the ground, using the recovery ability of the spring to support one side of the iron pot, the bottom of the pot is constantly heated with firewood, so that the pot tilts and continues to flow hot oil, and the oil in the pot is less, the spring will slowly rebound, raising the bottom of the pot.

So, Yuga didn't have to be afraid of not having hot oil for him to continue to taste.

She knew that Yuga would soon wake up in pain, but she didn't have time to continue appreciating the fat man's pain, because there was still a man who should go to hell.