"Luo Fengyu was born in the 628th year of the Tianfeng Divine Calendar. The year of his death is unknown. Weird, weird."
After retching for a while, Feng Yu's face turned pale and his spirit was listless. The tongue-pulling hell was only the first time in the eighteenth level of hell. It was already so terrifying and terrifying. It was hard to imagine what the next seventeenth level of hell would be like.
Such a situation made Feng Yu feel uncontrollable fear in her heart.
The miserable screams stimulated Feng Yu's ears, and the inhumane scene shocked Feng Yu's eyes. The feeling coming from the organs was so real that Feng Yu began to wonder if he had been transported to the underworld by the Qimen Dunjia Formation.
The long-tongued ghost with huge iron pincers walked up to Feng Yu.
"Who are you?" Feng Yu's heart was finally shaken. Having never seen the eighteen levels of hell, no one could believe that such a terrifying and disgusting place existed.
"I, the warden of the Tongue-pulling Hell of the Eighteenth Level Hell, am directly subordinate to King Yama of the Tenth Palace. You may call me Lord Long Tongue."
The long-tongued ghost rolled up and lowered his tongue, and words popped out of his mouth one by one.
"Long tongue, Mr. Long tongue."
"Show me your verdict."
"Judgment? What is that thing and what does it look like?" Feng Yu knew that now was not the time to show off. It was important to save his life before finding out the truth.
"The judgment file, the file written by the judge himself, records your good and evil deeds during your lifetime, and which level of hell you should go to to serve your sentence. Didn't you go to the Palace of Yama, or did you not see the judge? But in that case, how could you
Came to the eighteenth level of hell."
"I have been to the Palace of the King of Yama and met a judge, but he did not give me any files."
Feng Yu told the truth. He and Cui Pan only met once and didn't even have a conversation before he was teleported here by Cui Pan.
"The ghost's eyes are opened and he has insight."
The long-tongued ghost shook his head. As the leader of the first level of hell, he is the busiest among the eighteen wardens. He not only has to manage the prisoners in the tongue-pulling hell, but also distributes the ghosts escorted from the Palace of Yama.
He went to various hells. There was still a mountain of official business waiting for him to deal with today, and he had no time to waste on chatting with Feng Yu.
An eyeball grew out of the long-tongued ghost's forehead. The huge eyeball hung outside, emitting a faint green light, and several lines of text appeared in the air behind Feng Yu.
"What kind of serious crime did you commit during your lifetime that made Cui Fen, who is always cautious in sentencing, impose such a heavy punishment on you?"
The light converged, the eyeballs closed, and the words disappeared. The long-tongued ghost looked at Feng Yu with a strange look. Feng Yu described everything that happened in the Yama Ghost Palace in the most concise words.
"You are so unlucky that you met Cui Pan when he was in a bad mood."
"Pan Cui, what kind of person is he?" After understanding the cruelty of the eighteen levels of hell, Feng Yu completely hated Cui Pan, but he hid it very well, at least there was no trace of resentment on his face.
"Under the Ten Halls of Hell, there are hundreds of judges, but there are only four most famous ones. Cui Pan is one of them. He is known as the softest and kindest judge in hell. All the ghosts who pass under his hands will be judged.
The sentences were reduced a lot, and he was also the judge in Fengdu Ghost City who was willing to listen to the ghosts' pleas. Correspondingly, there was a Lu judge who enforced the law strictly and was simply the bane of all ghosts. However, he was in
You disappeared for no reason more than ten years ago, so I say that your luck is really bad. When you met Cui Pan, you were sentenced to such a severe sentence. For thousands of years, you are the only one."
"Is there no way to change it?"
"Change? Are you kidding? Since the beginning of heaven and earth, all ghosts assigned to the eighteen levels of hell from the Palace of Yama will be punished according to the judge's decree. Although I pity you, the rules of the underworld have been hundreds of thousands of years old.
There won't be any changes for you. Have a good journey to the eighteenth level of hell. Remember my name and be silent. If you have a chance to escape from the eighteenth level of hell alive, we can be friends. But now,
I have to tell you that your hard days are about to begin."
Suddenly, a stone pillar with the same shape as hell emerged from the ground behind Feng Yu. Feng Yu stood stupidly at a loss. Thick black chains surrounded Feng Yu in circles. The chains tightened and Feng Yu was imprisoned.
Tied tightly to the stone pillar, the silent figure of the long-tongued ghost gradually faded, but the iron pliers behind him slowly approached Feng Yu.
Feng Yu gritted his teeth desperately, but if he didn't have some means, how could he make the ghost serve his sentence obediently? Seeing that he couldn't pry Feng Yu's mouth open, he started to move at high speed, and the sharp head of the iron pliers squeaked.
, the heat caused by the violent friction with the air floated towards Feng Yu's face. Feng Yu's breathing suddenly became rapid, his nose kept pumping, and large beads of sweat gathered between his brows.
The iron pliers were not polite to him at all. The moment Feng Yu realized that the iron pliers had touched him, his lips were torn, and then a hole appeared in his closed teeth. The smooth wall of the cave carried his own
The power spread out, and Feng Yu's white teeth were covered with cracks. The iron pliers clashed left and right, and the teeth, which were as strong as stone, turned into large and small pieces, and fell into Feng Yu's mouth. Feng Yu couldn't stop drooling.
The saliva flowed out, and the saliva mixed with tooth powder showed a milky white color.
"woo woo woo woo."
The unspeakable pain caused the veins on Feng Yu's forehead to burst, her cheeks trembled crazily, her black and white eyes protruded like fish eyes, the two halves of her mouth were spread open by iron pliers, and her wriggling tongue was tightly clamped.
Stop, Feng Yu couldn't even shout, he could only make intermittent whimpers. At this moment, Feng Yu's brain stopped thinking, and he seemed to be unable to feel the existence of his mouth.
He has endured a lot of hardships since he started practicing, such as the tempering of bones and tendons, and the burning of magma, but compared with the pain he is enduring now, it is nothing compared to the pain he is enduring now.
It is a truth that head is not a level.
"Pan Cui, I have doubts in my heart. I wonder if Cui Pan can answer them for me."
When Feng Yu was undergoing the baptism of the Tongue Pulling Hell, in the shadow not far from where the stone pillar stood, two figures looked at Feng Yu who was falling into madness. One was a long-tongued ghost who was silent, and the other had a somewhat special identity.
, is Judge Cui, the head of the ten judges.
"Warden Silence, may I ask?"
"Pan Cui has always been strict with himself and lenient with others, why?" At this point, the long-tongued warden paused and looked secretly at Cui, who had changed into civilian clothes.
"Do you think my sentence was too harsh?"
"I don't dare. Who in the underworld dares to question Cui Pan's judgment? It's just because of this guy's appearance that he is not a heinous person. That's why I ask this question."
Shen Mo gently wiped his forehead. This action was very slight, but it also showed his chaotic mind at the moment. The hierarchy of the underworld is no less than that of the human world. Although he is the warden in charge of the first level of hell, he has overriding rights.
Above all the little ghosts, but compared with the judge appointed by King Yama himself, he is still far behind, not to mention the famous judge Cui Pan in front of King Yama. In the underworld, in addition to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, Yama of the Ten Palaces
, Cui Pan has the highest status.
To put it bluntly, Silence is just a thicker ant in Cui Pan's eyes. Killing him may be a bit troublesome, but detaining and punishing him is as easy as eating for Cui Pan. Such a big man has descended into the eighteenth level of hell.
, he was both pleasantly surprised and uneasy. What was pleasantly surprised was that he had the opportunity to curry favor with Judge Cui, and he might be promoted to a more relaxed and lucrative position in the future. What was uneasy was that this person who came to the job was really weird, and not only did he not alarm the others.
, and also dragged him here to observe a death row prisoner.
Ghosts are prisoners when they come to the Eighteenth Level of Hell, and ghosts who are sentenced to experience all the punishments of hell are likened to 'death row prisoners'. However, such cases are rare in the Eighteenth Level of Hell, where there are endless sinners, and ordinary ghosts are basically just
Only one or two out of 100,000 people will go to the first or second level of hell to serve their sentence, and only one or two in the third or fourth level.
"Do you know what is imprisoned in the eighteenth level of hell?"
Silence was confused by Judge Cui. This question could hardly be called a question. Not to mention the people from the underworld, even the yellow-haired children in the human world knew the answer. However, Silence was able to stand out from the imps and become the master of the tongue-pulling hell.
And being able to withstand strong winds and turbulence without falling down, he naturally has a set of principles for conducting himself in the world.
He cannot guess the thoughts of big shots. Even if he can guess, he must sometimes pretend to be confused. People in high positions don't care about slaves who are as stupid as pigs, but they don't like slaves who think they are smart. If you show a little talent at the right time, the boss will think
You have potential that is worth cultivating, but if you just show it off, you will be considered as not knowing how to advance or retreat, and your future life will be miserable, and there may even be no future, as it will disappear without anyone noticing.
"Reporting to you, sir, the eighteen levels of hell are imprisoned for ghosts who have made mistakes in the human world. The purpose of going through the punishment of the eighteen levels of hell is to eliminate their own karma, so that they can enter the reincarnation tunnel and be reincarnated in the future."
"Then do you think he is a ghost?"
"Sir, this is a joke. How can you enter my eighteenth level of hell if you are not a ghost?"
Judge Cui did not respond to Silence's words. He just looked at Feng Yu who was being tortured. Seeing that the atmosphere was getting more and more dull, Silence wanted to say something to ease the embarrassing situation, but when the words came to his lips, he found that they were inappropriate and could not be said.
Silence, who had nothing to say, had no choice but to imitate his example. He stared at Feng Yu and glanced up and down. He still didn't understand the meaning of Cui Fan's words. The huge iron pliers would be pulled out of Feng Yu's mouth.
The tongue was thrown at Feng Yu's feet. The moment Yan Mo's eyes and Feng Yu's tongue came together, Yan Mo was shocked. His long tongue rolled around and around, blocking his wide open mouth.
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"This person is under your supervision. You must make sure that he serves his sentence without driving him crazy. You have to decide what to do. Remember this is what it says above. If you do it well, there will be benefits you can't imagine. If you do it badly, you will have benefits beyond your imagination.