After the matter was explained, Xue Wushu generally wouldn't ask about it, and let go of the following errands. He had other things to do himself.

In the underworld, Ma Mian hadn't seen Yan Jun for a long time. It is a dead house in the entire Daoless Underground Mansion that is much more homely than Zhong Mei's technical house. From time to time, Zhong Mei would go to the Yin Barracks to visit the door to see the actual use of the new weapon, and by the way, he would have two drinks with Wang Tianyun and Wu Yazi.

But what about Ma Mian? This guy doesn't drink, and he doesn't like to go to the house, so he likes to stay in hell and execute evil spirits or instruct his jailers in their craft. Say, that's the fun of its old horse.

The pleasure of horse noodles is the pleasure of all jailers who serve as execution errands in hell. This kind of fun is notoriously bad in the Senseless Mansion. The idle souls didn't dare to mention this stubble at all, and even the bastards like the Wang family's three mallets who traveled across the underworld never came to hell to provoke Ma Mian.

In the words of the three-stick mallet: the old horse tosses those methods of tossing people all day long, and the old men tremble when they look at it. If you can't beat it, I really want to find a reason to beat it. Every time I watch it, I feel sick enough.

The "fun" of being able to disgust even three mallets will naturally not be as simple as a step-by-step execution. It was the self-amusement of the horse face, or rather, it had developed into an entertainment show in hell.

Simple scissors and pliers, combined together, are much more useful. When Xue Wushu descended to hell, he happened to see Ma Mian and a large group of jailers holding this kind of entertainment.

The jailer on the first floor takes pliers, and the jailer on the second floor takes scissors to see who can tear off the flesh from the sinner more cleanly, and whoever plays the sinner to death first loses.

Compared to scissors, pliers don't seem to be very suitable for playing this, and they always lose, but no one thinks it's unfair. They weren't really competing, they just liked to watch the horrific fate of the sinners and listen to the terrible screams.

"Knock on Yan Jun, Yan Jun Sheng'an!"

Xue Wusuan's arrival interrupted the party, which seemed to be quite lively.

Xue Wusuan has nothing to say about Ma Mian's hobbies. Hell is not a place where normal beings can stay. There are the most vicious souls in the world, so in addition to torturing people, can they love poetry and songs? That's not normal.

"You've made a lot of progress, and you've done a lot of work. Xue Wusuan smiled and looked at the bent horse and said.

"I've been practicing for so long, and if they don't get used to it, they'll be punished. The dumb ones were all sent to the Yin Barracks by me, and those who stayed were all good!" "In the eyes of Ma Mian, the beasts and souls that went to the Yin Barracks were all remnants left after it was selected, and the Yin Barracks was a place for waste utilization.

I don't know if Wang Tianyun would be anxious if he knew that Ma Mian looked at the Yin Barracks like this.

"You're familiar with the work of the second layer, right? Why don't you try the third level of hell?"

"Ah, Yan Jun, is it time to open the third layer of hell?"

"Hmm. ”

"That's great! Yan Jun, you don't know, there's no time outside, and you won't feel annoyed if you stay stupid for a long time, but every minute and second in this damn hell is clearly calculated, and the punishment of the first and second layers has long been impatient, and I have long hoped that Yan Jun you can open a third layer of hell. ”

The construction of hell is actually not in a hurry. Anyway, the space in there is infinite, and no matter how many sinners there are, it can fit inside. But Xue Wushu thought that the ghost country had become a hate sky, so he would simply upgrade everything that could be upgraded, and he would be troubled in the future. Just upgraded to three layers of hell, so he can look at it.

"System, open the third layer of hell. ”

Xue Wushu thought silently in his heart, and then a scene of blood light in the netherworld fell straight down and plunged into the entrance of hell, followed by a violent shaking, and he rested for a moment.

A staircase appears in a corner of the second level of Hell. Above the hell, there is an archway in front of the steps, on which is written bloody twisted letters: Iron Tree Hell.

"Let's go down and see. ”

Xue Wushu took the lead, followed by the rushing horse. Descending the steps, it didn't take long for you to reach a flat land, vast and expansive.

This is the third level of hell, the Iron Tree Hell.

The first impression is that the bloody atmosphere here is much stronger than the scissors hell on the second level. Xue Wu didn't care too much about it, but Ma Mian was happy, and he sucked it in a big gulp.

Bloody and evil qi is a good thing for Ma Mian as good as Yin Food. It even prefers to absorb bloody evil qi than Yin eating horse noodles.

The second impression of this place is the strangely shaped trees that are full of eyes.

These trees have no leaves, they are not tall and stout, and the branches on them are curled upwards, and the tips are a fist-sized ball with a rough surface. And on the branches, there are many small thorns that are obliquely long, densely packed.

The most unusual thing is that although these trees vary in size, each one looks like a palm with five fingers and claws, but some have only three or four fingers, and some have more than five fingers.

Almost at the same time, Ma Mian received a message from Hell. The punishment of this Iron Tree Hell made its eyes widen violently, and it was full of joy.

Xue Wusuan naturally received the message. His face changed slightly. secretly said in his heart: It's really more ferocious layer by layer. Is this really only twenty times more painful than the second layer of scissors hell, though?

Ma Mian, who was anxious, consulted Xue Wusu, and after getting permission, he hurriedly recruited two jailers and dragged a criminal from the second layer whose crimes far exceeded the limit of punishment in the second layer.

This ghost is guilty of killing his parents, and this crime is extremely disgusting in the eyes of a beast like Ma Mian. But at that time, there were only two levels of hell, and this criminal could only be locked up in the second layer to be punished, and at most, he would use it for entertainment from time to time to add some ingredients. Now it's okay, the third layer of hell has opened, and Ma Mian is naturally the first to think of this product.

"Yan Jun, my subordinates will show you the wonders of this third-layer Iron Tree Hell!" Regardless of whether Xue Wusuan wanted to see it or not, Ma Mian twisted the neck of the sinner demon and walked towards the nearest tree.

Xue Wusuan smiled, he wasn't very interested, but Ma Mian likes to use his skills to earn performance in front of him, so Xue Wusuan is not good at dampening the enthusiasm of his subordinates, so he let it go.

I saw that Ma Mian happily stripped this criminal ghost of the essence. Then he grabbed the other person's waist with his big hand, and walked over to a crooked branch with a smile. It was tall, and with a slight lift upward, the sinner's waist was beyond the rough ball at the tip of the branch.

"Boy, this is your new residence, Lao Tzu will take you to adapt first. As he spoke, Ma Mian slowly lowered the demon in his hand......

Looking at the scene in front of him, for some reason, Xue Wushu suddenly remembered a word: braised skewers.

The tip of a fist-sized branch was shoved into the dung door, and then it slowly advanced, followed by the small thorns on the branch, and then it probed into it little by little. The horse face also controls the speed, and the big hands are extremely gentle, for fear of overexerting force.

For a full hour and a half, when the rough ball the size of a fist came out of the bloody mouth of the sinner, it convulsed for about ten minutes before it dissipated into smoke, and then after a few breaths, it condensed again, and his face was extremely frightened, and his eyes were staring at the bloodshot branch, and his mouth was shouting words such as "spare me" and "I was wrong".

Ma Mian: "Don't worry, your sentence is still very early, this place is very suitable for you." Come on, come on, just take you to practice your craft. This time, let's try to hold out for two hours before dying. Okay, okay?"

(End of chapter)