Losing my voice is a very painful thing, and I can't vent it out loud, which makes my physical pain suddenly magnified countless times.

After falling to the bottom of the pit and staying for a while, a ghost drifted down, tied my neck with a chain and dragged me up, and then pushed me down...... Again and again, repeating the process of me falling from a height, piercing my intestines and breaking my stomach, and bleeding like a river, the taste was simply incredible, and I couldn't help but feel pain......

At first, I can still remember the number of times, so as to distract myself and reduce the pain a little, but later, I can't count them directly, and I don't bother to count them again.

I don't know how many times later, a group of demons took me to the Bronze Pillar Hell.

The punishment here is more terrifying than the Knife Mountain Hell - cannon burning.

I was chained to a two-meter-high copper pillar that could only be hugged by three people.

This copper pillar was scorched red by the charcoal fire burning inside, and the green smoke was rising, and as soon as I was tied up, I was scalded, like barbecue, and suddenly the skin opened and the meat bloomed!

It was soon burned to ashes.

After that, it's the oil pan...... I was directly fried into a twist by the tumbling hot oil.

After that, I was pulled from head to crotch by two ghosts with a saw, and the whole person was sawed in half, and my internal organs were scattered all over the ground......

Eighteen layers of hell, eighteen kinds of punishments, I endured them one by one.

I don't know when this punishment will end, or if it will be done again after this process is over, and if it is, I might as well die.

But at this time, death has also become a luxury.

Time flies so slowly, every second, every minute is so long, I can't find the words to describe the pain and despair......

Wait a minute!

I suddenly remembered what the girl had said, that after her uncle was rescued by her, he fell into a deep coma, and it seemed that he was experiencing great torture in the coma......

Her uncle's soul was taken away, which means that his soul was being tortured.

Could it be that everything here is as fake as last night?

So, on the way we came, the two wooden stakes that I met with the fat man were exactly the same as us, and they were our flesh?

When I thought of this, it dawned on me.

We are not dead! All that has been experienced is nothing but a fantasy for our souls!

It's all fake......

And that Yan Jun must be the old man who took our souls......

I'll just say, how can the Senluo Hall in the underworld be in a small temple at the root of a mountain, and how can it be so easily found by us!

Thinking about it like this, the joy that suddenly opened instantly turned into full of anger, and I immediately scolded: "What bullshit Senluo Palace, what bullshit Yan Jun, all fucking fools, you old dog, get out of Lao Tzu, steal and torture people's souls with such despicable means for fun, I will ...... you mother."

The anger that had been suppressed for a long time was vented, and my scolding was so high that all the demons stopped moving, and the screams subsided.

After a while, it was quiet all around, but the silence lasted less than a minute, and all kinds of sighs and angry scolding came from all corners, like an endless river, one after another......

It seems that the people who are being tortured here are also the same as me, the souls of the old man, but they are all blinded and do not know the truth.

"The old man thought he was really dead, it turned out that he was a villain." Not far away, an old man of considerable age muttered to himself, and then asked loudly, "Despicable demon, why did you use the crooked path of the evil sect to capture our souls and come here to suffer?" ”

"Demon, come out and give us an explanation."

"We have no grievances, why do you want to use such a vicious method to harm us?"

"Get out!

“……”

As soon as the old man's voice fell, there were echoes around him, and every voice was full of anger.

After all, he is a person in the Taoist sect, and his cultivation is extremely high, and he will not scold people.

The ghosts who were being executed were stopped by this situation for a while, and they didn't go, and they didn't go.

All the torturers shouted and waited for an answer from the one who had taken their souls.

After a while, an old and ethereal voice suddenly resounded throughout the space: "Hmph, Chen Changsheng, you are really not simple, you have actually been spied on by you." ”

Hearing this, I was slightly stunned, this old man actually knew my name!

After being stunned, I was relieved, since this old man can take my soul away, it is not a trivial matter to know my name?

The voice continued, full of disdain: "What if you know the truth? After all, you still can't escape from the palm of my hand, which will only make you more painful and unwilling to suffer here. Hahahaha......"

His rampant laughter poured in from all directions, turning and turning a thousand times, and the piercing ear drums hurt.

"Where are you? Don't pretend to be a ghost, get out! ”

"Why did you arrest us?"

His words aroused the anger of the crowd, and they all raised their heads and questioned.

The old man's voice sounded again: "Naturally, I arrested you so that you can suffer from this hell, do you still need to ask?" ”

This old pervert, co-authored him to catch us just for fun?

"Now that you all know what I'm trying to do with you, go ahead!"

When the ghosts heard this, they were ready to move.

Where the hell is this thing hidden?

I plugged my ears with my fingers and looked around, trying to find out where he was hiding, and leading the crowd to attack him.

However, it was in vain.

It occurred to me that this was a formation, and we were all trapped in it, and the initiator was standing outside the formation and watching us like monkeys.

If that's the case, then I'm completely finished, because I don't know anything about formations.

"Demon, you are cruel and unkind, you can't die well!"

"Let me out, I can't stand it anymore, I'm going to get out of this hell place...... Otherwise, you can just kill me......"

Someone has broken down, yelling, and is emotionally out of control.

The voice didn't sound again.

The devil came to me again.

A wave of despair came up from the bottom of my heart, and I really answered his words, what if I knew the truth?

It only makes people more miserable and desperate......

"Who should I be? It's you old thing that's messing around! Tsk, that's good! What a picture of hell in disguise. ”

Just when I was in despair, another old voice sounded, and this voice was not slow, and said several inexplicable words one after another.

The voice is familiar, where have I heard it!

Immediately afterwards, the old man who had captured our souls shouted, "Who is it? Get out! ”

His voice was full of surprise and a hint of fear, as if the appearance of the previous voice had caught him by surprise.

I was overjoyed when I heard this, could it be that someone had come to save us?