Red and smoky, not the tone here. It was a picture of an unclear reverie from the outside and looking inside. When you actually come in, you will realize that this place is far from being a little bit of color and a little psychedelic can be described.

The red mist is the dome of this independent world. The light has its own, but I don't know where it comes from. Looking around, I don't know how wide and far away, the eyes are full of strange rocks, and the ground is full of sharp nails. Stone pillars like crosses are scattered all over the mountains.

"Why don't you try your torture tools?" Xue Wusuan asked with a smile.

Ma Mian nodded hurriedly, and as soon as he flipped his hand, a half-foot-long black pliers appeared in his hand. The name of this thing is "tongue tongs", which is used to pull out people's tongues, just like the name. It is an exclusive torture instrument in Hell, controlled by the Executioner, and can be copied and distributed to various jailers as many as needed.

The souls of the dead do not have tongues, and some are also conjured by the soul. But that's just outside hell. At this point, the dead soul will be temporarily given all the senses of being alive by the rules of hell: pain, exertion, hunger, heat and cold, etc. The soul body will also be temporarily made similar to the physical body. It has even become ten times more sensitive.

Xue Wushu looked at it from afar, and each stone pillar meant that a demon could be tied up to be punished. The mountains are endless, and if you can see these stone pillars tied up one day, what will it be like?

It's hard to find a jailer, and it's hard to find a ghast in the Mirror Table. It takes time to take your time.

I don't know how long. The "bull head" that Xue Wusuan had been thinking about did not find, but ushered in the "dog head", "pig head" and "wolf head......

There are many kinds of creatures in these beast paths, as long as there is a suitable one, they will be brought up by Rong Ziju and then let Xue Wu take a look.

Xue Wushu did not refuse to come. The first layer of hell alone requires countless jailers, and no matter how many there are, they will not be disliked. In the end, only 300 remained. Because the system told him that the jailer also needs to pay for it. The cost is the same as the Yin soldiers in the Yin Barracks, each with 10 revenant points per month. There's no way not to control it.

The first "evil ghost" was finally picked up from Huangquan Road. The reason is naturally because of "evil". As for what kind of evil, that's the matter of the Evil Mirror. No ghosts care from top to bottom.

The evil mirror platform was sorted out by Xue Wusuan. The standard of "evil" has become very different. This is the standard of his Xue Wushu, and it is also the standard of this Daoless Underworld, and it may become the standard in thousands of worlds in the future.

The rapture slipped out, and all the jailers looked up and down curiously and excitedly with their eyes looking at the toy, which had been so frightened that his soul trembled.

Ma Mian felt that as the commander of hell, the first demon to settle in naturally asked him to take care of it himself. Let me set an example for the jailers.

Tongue pulling hell. There is finally a bustle to see in the stone pillars of the mountain.

Once here, the demon found that he seemed to be alive again. Although the hands and feet are cold, they are no longer illusory, and on the face and body, I can touch and even feel the touch of the skin. I can't believe that I have come back from the dead. Excited, he was just about to speak, but he was grabbed like a little chicken by a horse, and the large characters were tied to a stone pillar at random.

No matter how the demons cried out and begged for mercy, Ma Mian did not react at all. With a big hand, the "tongue tongs" will be in its hands. Then the other hand pinched open the demon's mouth, carefully clamped the tip of the tongue, and slowly, slowly pulled out.

Strange to say, the demon's tongue was slowly pulled out by the horse's face for about ten minutes, sticking out a full half a foot, but it did not break off, but continued to grow longer on the pliers. It wasn't until he was almost a foot old that he snapped, and a large amount of blood rushed out, and a tongue more than a foot long fell on the ground full of spikes, and then turned into blood and quickly disappeared.

A living man's tongue cannot be a foot long. This is a deliberate change made by Hell in order to make the residents here enjoy the pleasure of being plucked out more.

The pain of pulling out the tongue twenty times as much as normal made the evil spirit on the stone pillar wail, and it took a full hour for the pain to improve, but then a strange itch came from the mouth. It's itching to drive it crazy. After a while, a new tongue popped out of its mouth during the itch. I didn't have time to rejoice when I saw Ma Mian wave his hand, and a dog-headed jailer excitedly stuck out his tongue, took the "tongue tongs" from Ma Mian's hand, and pinched its mouth for the second time. It wasn't until then it realized something.

"Ahh

There was another heart-rending scream. The dog-headed jailer's craftsmanship seemed to be better than that of a horse's face, and it took a foot and an inch to tear off his tongue. Excitedly, he held his torn tongue and asked for credit to the horse.

"Get out!" Ma Mian raised his hand to fan the dog-headed jailer, and then said to the nearly three hundred jailers who were executed in the back: "The opportunity is rare, you can wait in line to practice your hands, wait for the next one to come in, and assign tasks in the order of trying." Got it?"

"My subordinates understand!"

Three hundred different beast road jailers lined up one by one, each holding a "tongue tong" in their hands, while tiptoeing to observe, while also thinking in their hearts what to do better when it was their turn.

One, two, three...... The demon has lost count of how many tongues have been pulled out, and he can't remember how long it has been, let alone how long it will last. It thought that it should get used to this unimaginable pain and itching after counting too many times. Who knows, every time it is the same pain and itch, and it will not become numb or used to it at all because of repeating this.

"Why do you want to do this to me?!Why do you want to do this!How long am I going to stay here?!"

Every time the tongue grows again, the demon will take advantage of the beginning of the next tribulation to shout this sentence frantically. But the jailers don't bother with it, how do they know how long this thing will stay here? It's hell's business, they're little jailers, they're just going to carry out the execution.

With the first, there will be the second, the third. When the evil spirits are irradiated by the evil mirror platform, and then they are taken to the Yellow Springs Road and sent to hell. The stone pillars that spread all over the mountains are even more lively.

"Yan Jun, his subordinates have gathered three hundred evil ghosts, and I want to invite Yan Jun to go and have a good time. Ma Mian found Xue Wushu and kowtowed as he spoke.

"What's the excitement?"

"The subordinates heard Lord Rong Ziju, the soul gathering envoy, say that Yan Jun likes to watch the excitement, and the subordinates thought that the sound was very loud and lively during the execution of hell, so they wanted to invite Yan Jun to have fun. Ma Mian was a little apprehensive. Although it is a horse, it has never been a horse's ass. When Rong Ziju heard that Yan Jun likes to be lively, he pondered this matter in his heart.

Is this a sycophant? Xue Wushu was a little confused. He had seen people invite to dinner, watch movies, and send things to make sycophants, but it was the first time he had seen someone watch the execution and pat on the back.

However, looking at the honest horse face, Xue Wusuan felt funny again. This honest ghost also learns to pat on the back, but his brain is not bright, and it is strange to think of this. It's not good to discourage the enthusiasm of the horse face. So I smiled and agreed.

Watching the three hundred evil ghosts who had been specially gathered to be tortured and screaming together, Xue Wusuan felt inexplicably very interesting in his heart. It's not that he likes blood and brutality, but he finds hell interesting. It is possible to magnify the pain of simple "tongue pulling" to such an extent. It's hard to imagine how miserable it would be if it went any further.