In this way, these family heads or elders can leave with peace of mind.

After that, they stayed in the dormitory for another two days before Feng Qiyue and Mo Qianyi returned to hell again.

The demonic trials of Hell are still ongoing.

However, Feng Qiyue did not rush in, but first asked about the situation of each Mingran family.

Mingran smiled and said, "I have asked them to verify it first. Those students all admitted that they signed the life and death certificates voluntarily. Now, those families have nothing to say."

"Then where are they now?" Feng Qiyue asked curiously.

"Mining, hell, there are many barren mountains that have not been mined, so I arranged for those family representatives to go mining." Ming Ran said matter-of-factly.

"Well done." Feng Qiyue praised.

"Hey, waste is reused, Madam, do you want to go and take a look at them?" Mingran asked casually.

"Is Dean Guan also mining?" Feng Qiyue asked curiously.

"Yes, that old man has a bad work attitude and gets beaten all day long," Ming Ran said with a headache on his face.

"You still practice corporal punishment in hell?" Feng Qiyue was a little surprised.

"Isn't this true in every world? If you don't obey, it's not just corporal punishment. You'll be fed to demons." Ming Ran said seriously.

"That's it, then let's go see the dean's miserable state," Feng Qiyue said happily.

Mingran nodded, teleported, and took Feng Qiyue and Mo Qianyi to the mine.

The mines of hell are not as easy to mine as other worlds. The mines of hell are extremely hard, and the gloomy atmosphere is even more heavy and depressing. Therefore, the people who work in the mines are all lifeless and have no hope of life.

But the managers who guarded these miners all looked like menacing figures, extremely cruel and bloodthirsty.

No, when Feng Qiyue and the others arrived at one of the mines, they happened to see the director of the management being whipped again for being slow.

"Tsk, tsk, that's so pitiful," Feng Qiyue sighed.

"Who can blame me for not being quick with my hands and feet? I work much slower than others, so I can only be whipped?" Mingran said nonchalantly.

"The dean has been pampered for many years. How could he ever do such rough work? It's normal to be slow," Feng Qiyue said with a faint smile.

"Feng, Feng Qiyue, help, save me." The director, who was being beaten, heard a familiar voice. He looked up and saw Feng Qiyue, so he desperately asked for help from her.

Feng Qiyue pretended to be unfamiliar and said, "Who are you? How do you know my name?"

"It's so shameful that Dean Guan pretended not to know him," he said.

"I am Dean Guan." Then, Dean Guan roared loudly.

"How can you be the dean? The dean would not be reduced to such a situation. You must be a fake." Feng Qiyue flatly denied it.

"You, you are not the one who caused me to be like this" Guan Yuanhuo Avenue.

"If that's the case, why do you let me save you?" Feng Qiyue asked.

The director stared and said to himself, if you don't save him, who else can save him from the sea of ​​fire?

But you still have a tough attitude when asking for help, is this possible?

Just like this, Feng Qiyue took Mo Qianyi for a walk around the mine and then left gracefully.

When the dean saw this, he was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of old blood and fell unconscious.
Chapter completed!