"Talk carefully!"

The old voice suddenly became more energetic under the power of eating melons.

A trace of nostalgia and unspeakable awe flashed in the eyes of the City God.

"You don't know that before I was sent to be the City God of Yangcheng, I was just a small judge under Yan Jun."

"That day, Daoxuan Zhenren came to Fengdu to seek justice for a woman who was injustice for all ages and to speak out for her..."

The City God danced with joy and spitted, telling the scenery of Cheng Fan on the day and the scenery of being invited by Yan Jun to the Hall of Yama.

The old man from Land was stunned when he heard this, and his eyes gradually shone with a strange light.

...

at the same time.

Bai Wuchang held the soul-catching rope in his hand and dragged the boy to the entrance of a black hole.

Here is the Eighteenth Level of Hell (Nightmare Fantasy Edition).

There were sorrow and miserable roars and mercy begging for endless hearing.

The boy's face was evidently panic.

Swallow unnaturally.

‘Isn’t this the legendary eighteenth level hell?’

The boy was panicked and thought so.

Bai Wuchang suddenly turned his head.

A strange smile appeared on the terrifying pale face:

"You guessed it's right, here is the eighteenth level of hell."

"You can speak, just say whatever you want."

"Whether insult or beg for mercy, please please me with your wail and reluctance...hehehehehe!"

The boy was so scared that his face turned pale, and he suppressed his fear and clenched his fists.

He was unwilling to admit defeat like this.

He made up his mind to grit his teeth and stop so that this damn Bai Wuchang would not get any pleasure from him!

"Come in, don't be shy, hehehe..."

The boy was dragged into it reluctantly.

As soon as he entered, he saw a little devil with a ferocious and terrifying face piercing the mouth of an adult man.

Amid the man's wailing begging for mercy, he clamped his tongue with iron pliers and pulled it off!

The hot blood splattered on the boy's face.

A deep look of fear appeared in his eyes.

Bai Wuchang smiled satisfied and explained in time:

"This is the first level, the tongue-pulling hell."

"The man you see is sowing the disagreement, for his own benefit, makes other people's relationships tense and makes profits from it."

"He also slandered and harmed people, causing the girl who refused his pursuit to be disgraced and became a slut in the mouth of others."

Hearing this, the boy frowned and looked at the man with a strong look of disdain.

Bah! Trash!

It's time to be pulled out by someone's tongue!

What is bullying women?

Bai Wuchang laughed and said, "You should be glad that you didn't deny stealing incense, otherwise your tongue wouldn't be able to be saved."

The boy shook all over and followed Bai Wuchang to the entrance to the next floor.

Soon, Bai Wuchang led him to see several hells one after another.

The boy saw a woman who had ten fingers cut off by a large one-meter-long scissors.

He also saw a big tree full of sharp blades. He was picked up under the skin of the comer's back, hung on it and was punished by swords and weapons, and almost endless blood flowed from his body.

He also saw a living person who was thrown into a steamer, calling him a silly and unsatisfied person, whose eardrums were almost pierced by the shrill screams.

He also saw a group of people taking off their clothes and climbing up the mountain of knives with bare shirt, as if they were cut into pieces by thousands of knives.

There are also icebergs, stone pressure, blood pools, knife saws, etc., and so on.

But they all have one common characteristic - life is worse than death!

Bai Wuchang suddenly stopped and said to the boy with a smile:

"Here, this layer is your oil pan hell."

The boy's numb eyes looked down and his pupils suddenly shrank.

He saw countless little people wailing wildly inside, and several of them were his familiar faces!

"Little Emperor? Xiao Ao? Xiao Si?"

"They're not—"

Bai Wuchang interrupted him with a smile: "They were implicated by you and had already thrown in first. Don't worry, it's your turn next."

“Food pan hell.”

"Hehe, as the name suggests, this is a large oil pan. I will send you down to warm up with your friends later."

"Skin, thieves rob, bully the weak..."

"The little devil will strip your clothes and put them in a hot oil pan and fry them."

A hint of expectation and madness flashed in Bai Wuchang's eyes.

"Crack! Crack!"

"Tell me, will you get blown into a stick? Or will you get blown into a kid?"

"Will the taste be crispy? Hehehehe..."

As he was talking, a strange fragrance came from below.

The boy smelled a little smell, and suddenly a violent nausea appeared, and he immediately started to retching.

"Okay, it's your turn now."

The boy resisted the urge to vomit and stood by the oil pan.

The mood is extremely complicated.

If he regrets it now, is it still time?

‘If I had known that doing bad things would have such consequences, I would definitely not have...’

A mockery appeared in Bai Wuchang's eyes.

"Where is anyone in the world who knew about it before?"

"Who do you think you are? Will you have a chance to choose again?"

The boy remained silent, and a deep regret appeared in his eyes.

"Interesting, boy, do you dare to make a bet with me?"

Bai Wuchang's eyes flashed and his malicious floating.

bet?

The boy cast a surprised look at Bai Wuchang.

From the very beginning, he felt that Bai Wuchang was not as mentally as a normal person.

It seems that it has always been tormenting people for fun.

What trouble does he want to do?

"Hmph~ Although I enjoy the tormenting feeling,... it's good to play with new tricks occasionally."

Bai Wuchang laughed loudly.

"How do you want to bet?"

The boy looked at him with a gloomy face.

"Betting that even if I let you go back to the world, you will come back one day and you will still be thrown into this oil pan."

The boy was stunned when he heard this. He was so big?

He dared to ignore the orders of the City God?

Recognizing his thoughts, Bai Wuchang smiled disdainfully:
To be continued...