As soon as I saw the beauty of the heavenly court, I met a visitor from hell.

Duan Si's life in the past two days has been very steep.

"The man in white is your friend?"

Duan Si turned his head to ask Wu Wang, but before he heard his answer, the man in white had already approached them, and showed a cheap smile, and replied for Wu Wang: "After you walk around the underworld with me, you will also be my friend." ”

Duan Si took Wu Wang's hand and frowned: "You plan to hand me over to Bai Wuchang?"

Wu Wang's face was pale, he lowered his head tightly, he didn't dare to look at Duan Si's clear eyes, and his lips were soft: "Don't hate me." ”

Hate you?

Why should I hate you?

Duan thought asked, but before she could ask, a black mist rolled up in front of her eyes, followed by an endless cold wind, cutting her skin like a knife.

The black fog cleared, the ghost fire was craggy, and the smell of rancid smell was all around, which was disgusting.

Duan Si didn't dare to breathe, for fear of inhaling something unclean.

"Not really, not really. ”

There was a white impermanent laughter in his ears, and he seemed to see that Duan Si was disgusted, and raised a fan to make the wind, not only dispelling the stench, but also fanning away the cold.

"It's hell, but I promise, you won't be able to suck in demons. ”

With his gentle persuasion, Duan Si slowly opened his eyes.

She regretted opening her eyes, because the image in front of her was more disgusting than the rancid smell she smelled.

A bunch of scrawny ghosts, living in a cesspool.

Dung is the dung of these ghosts.

This pool of dung is both their bed and their food.

Because they have nothing else to eat but dung.

Of course, it is possible not to eat, but they can't stand hunger.

People vomit when they eat dung, and so do ghosts.

Grab a handful of dung, close your eyes and stuff it into your mouth, don't dare to chew it, you want to swallow it raw.

The feces passed through the throat and into the stomach.

The stomach pouch tossed several times, and finally couldn't stand the stench of feces, and then returned to the throat, squirting out of the nose and mouth.

The vomit fell into the tank, making it more viscous.

The ghost who had just vomited dung was crying and grabbing the ground, shouting Grandpa Hades, give me a happy death.

As soon as you hear him say this, you know that he is a newcomer.

If you do evil and do not do good in your life, who have you seen the king of Hades forgive?

There are some old ghosts who are used to this pool of dung, they have already cried dry tears, shouted hoarse throats, and will never do this kind of crying father and mother in vain.

They picked up the dung and ate it as they should.

I still vomit after eating, and continue to eat after vomiting.

This is the life of a starving ghost.

What Duan Si saw in front of him was the cage where the starving ghosts were imprisoned.

"I waste too much food in my life, and I will live here when I die. ”

Bai Wuchang led Duan Si outside, and smiled at her again: "Don't underestimate this group of starving ghosts, they were all powerful people in their lifetimes, otherwise they wouldn't have the opportunity to waste too much food." ”

As Bai Wuchang walked out, Duan Si couldn't kowtow to him to show her gratitude, she was fed up with watching these ghosts eat feces, and just wanted to leave quickly.

There was still darkness ahead, and screams could be heard in the darkness.

The cry was terrible, and it was impossible to distinguish between man and beast.

Every howl is like a stab in a person's heart, making people's hearts tingle.

Duan Sigang wanted to beg Bai Wuchang not to go to the place where she was screaming, but a ghost fire was already lit up in front of her, and she saw a picture worse than a starving ghost.

A ghost was nailed to a stake, and the jailer told him to open his mouth, but he refused.

Damn, it's really hard to find grandma!

The jailer scolded fiercely, picked up a red-hot iron ruler, and slapped it on the ghost's mouth.

The flesh on the mouth was burned by an iron ruler, and the jailer scraped off the rotten flesh with an iron ruler, revealing the ghost's white teeth.

The teeth were not covered by the lips, which made the jailer feel good, and he slammed the white teeth with an iron ruler and knocked them out one by one.

After two moves, the ghost was already delirious, and Uriu vomited, not knowing what he was asking for.

There was only one hole left in his mouth, and the jailer inserted the iron ruler back into the carbon basin and replaced it with a pair of red-hot iron chopsticks.

The iron chopsticks reached into the hole, pinched out the ghost's tongue, and pulled it hard, pulling out three feet.

The jailer picked up an angular stone from the ground, made a knife out of the stone, and sawed the tongue.

Blood spurted everywhere and splashed the jailer's face, which made the jailer even more angry.

His grandmother's, just fucking your blood!

The jailer sped up his hand, and soon sawed off a piece of the ghost's tongue.

This did not relieve the jailer, and he began to use the blunt edges of the stone to saw the second tongue of the ghost.

He is indeed worse than a starving ghost, because his tongue has been sawed, and he can't even cry for his father and mother.

The goblin endured endless pain and could only be tortured by the jailer until the jailer relieved his hatred and pulled the nail from his body and lowered him from the stake.

Kick hard in the back, get out of here, and come back at this time tomorrow!

The ghost didn't dare to resist, covered his mouth full of blood, and obediently turned back to the cage.

Next!

The jailer shouted by the neck, and immediately another ghost jumped on the stake, picked up the iron nail on the ground, and nailed himself firmly with his backhand.

He didn't need the jailer to pick up an iron plate to burn his mouth, he stuck out his tongue and waited for the jailer to cut it.

I've ruled so many ghosts, I like you the most, you're so fucking sensible.

The jailer slapped him on the face, pulled out a sharp knife from his waist, cut off a piece of his tongue happily, and scolded with a smile, get out!

The goblin pulled out the nail he had nailed with his backhand, kowtowed to the jailer, and fled as if he were running away.

What a slippery old ghost, he did suffer a lot of sins, but he still couldn't escape the fate of having a piece of his tongue cut out every day.

"The tongue that has been cut off will grow again, and the tongue that grows will continue to be cut tomorrow. ”

After seeing these tragic scenes, Bai Wuchang led Duan Si out again and laughed at her: "I lied too much before I was born, and I came to hell when I die." ”

Leaving the stake, leaving the screams behind, and entering a dark place again.

"Why did you show me the Hunger Hell and the Hell of the Severed?"

Duan Si couldn't help but shout and asked him, she really didn't understand, what does watching hell have to do with becoming an immortal?

"Wu Wang has already told you clearly, Chengxian wants to change immortal bones, I let you see the taste of peeling skin and removing bones in advance. ”

"I don't want to look at these things, I don't want to look at these things!" Duan Si felt that he was about to cry, and he was noisy with Bai Impermanence: "You take me out of the underworld, I want to see Wu Wang." ”

"You haven't seen the real peeling and boning, so you are in such a hurry to leave?"

Bai Wuchang shook the feather fan lightly, smiled slightly and asked, "There is still an acquaintance of you in the underworld, don't you want to see it?"

My acquaintance?

He was babbling nonsense again, from childhood to adulthood, my only acquaintance was Wu Wang.

Duan Si sneered and did not speak.

"I know you don't believe it. Bai Wuchang smiled again: "But when you see it, you will thank me." ”

With a wave of the white impermanence's feather fan, a ghost fire ignited in front of him.

There is a wooden bed in the center of the ghost fire, and a person is nailed to the wooden bed.

There was a bald, fanged, sore-covered ghost jailer with a blunt knife in his hand, and he was scratching the man.

The man's limbs had been cut by knives, and his intestines were running all over the ground, but his face was clear.

Duan Si recognized this person as herself.