Chapter 117 The Punishment in Hell Is Really Terrible, Fortunately I Am a Sports Student (6k2)

When Lu Wenwu came back to his senses, he found that he had stepped onto the ground and stepped into another space.

When you open your eyes, everything you see is a blur.

Well.

Lu Wenwu didn't know how to describe the scene in front of him.

That's kind of like a butcher's shop selling meat?

All the dead souls were seen were like strips of meat waiting to be sold, with their tongues hooked by thick hooks and chains, their limbs tied to a huge metal plate, hanging naked in the air.

This is true for both men and women.

Their tongues are growing longer due to their weight and the weight of the metal plates, and the expressions on their faces are becoming more ferocious and painful.

Lu Wenwu raised his head and looked up. He didn't know where the chain extended from, but it was as far as he could see.

In the sky above, there were blazing flames and biting wind blowing alternately.

Every time they reach the iron plate where the dead souls are bound, the pain will become more and more severe, and they will struggle more and more fiercely.

When the wind blows.

But the Yin soldiers on the side are like the strongest cage in the world, holding the dead soul tightly, making it unable to survive or die, and can only live and die.

In other words, the shortest sentence in the Tongue Pulling Hell is 13.5 billion years in Blue Star time

A little trivia: The guy who was the first to go to the tongue-pulling hell hasn’t been released yet.

What is even more frightening is that the levels of hell are pushed back one after another. Each level of hell is twenty times more painful than the previous one, and the length of the sentence is twice as long as the previous one.

"This little Tyrannosaurus, has Lord Yama told you anything else? Or, has Lord Yama given you an official approval or document?"

He howled out loudly, attracting the attention of a large number of Yin soldiers around him, who even stopped to pull out their tongues.

The dead soul whose tongue had been pulled out had his face twisted into a ball, and his whole body was struggling and convulsing violently, trying to escape this terrible punishment.

"Yes, is this strange?" Lu Wenwu spread his hands, "Your rules in the underworld restrict the souls of the dead. What does it have to do with me being able to be seen by living people?"

Lu Wenwu thought for a while, and then started to take things out of his body.

This underworld general was keenly aware of how terrifying the combination of these keywords was, and successfully made the association.

The surprised Yin Jiang calmed down and asked in confusion.

Lu Wenwu patiently repeated it again: "My name is Tyrannosaurus, and I came down from the underworld to experience. King Yama of the Fifth Palace asked me to report to the eighteenth level of hell first, and I will be tortured in the underworld for three days on each level."

The second trivia: Currently, there is no record of the first release in any hell in the entire underworld.

Unexpectedly, when Lu Wenwu asked, the Yin general was suddenly startled.

They couldn't even scream.

Until the Yin soldier responsible for pulling out the tongue suddenly exerted force, the long red tongue suddenly broke from the root like a broken tendon string, rebounded to the pliers and kept curling.

Anyone who sows dissension, slanders and harms others, is glib, clever, and lies will be sent to the tongue-pulling hell after death.

Just when he was thinking wildly, a Yin general who was on duty finally noticed such a big living person standing here, and was startled.

Based on the difference between the trial time set by King Yama for himself and his karma and merit, it can be concluded that the trial time for a normal player should be about seven days in the first level of hell.

The souls tortured in this layer cannot see or speak. They can only feel the ubiquitous pain in the boundless darkness, the intense loneliness and the fear caused by the lack of time concept.

This is the first level of the eighteen levels of hell, the tongue pulling hell.

"Brother, don't look at me like that, I'm scared." Lu Wenwu said, "What kind of process are we doing? Lord Yama just introduced me to a prison, I'll come and report."

The bodies of countless dead souls hanging in the air swayed in the wind, and a large number of metal plates collided with each other in the cold wind, making a pleasant sound like wind chimes.

"No, he just gave a few verbal instructions and then sent me here."

In this level of hell, having your tongue pulled out, being roasted by the high temperature, and being blown by the cold wind are just the most basic punishments.

At the time of the Eighteen Hells.

Lu Wenwu was too lazy to forget it, there were just a lot anyway.

Countless ghosts stared at Lu Wenwu, making him feel a little uncomfortable. He thought to himself what was wrong with this evil soldier, and he was always startled.

Below, the green-faced and fanged Yin soldiers held down the wailing souls, clamped the opponent's tongue with a huge vise, and used all their strength to pull it out.

According to legend, the eighteen hells are arranged according to the length of time of suffering and the severity of the crime.

He walked up with wide eyes and kept circling around Lu Wenwu.

He was afraid that the villain would suddenly say: "Brother, you smell so good!"

"A living person? Experience? Come to the eighteenth level of hell? Appointed by Lord Yama of the Five Palaces? I will give you the title of Emperor Dongyue!"

Then, the broken tongue in the dead soul instantly grew back intact and started a new cycle of reincarnation.

Lu Wenwu made some calculations.

Is this long?

Definitely not long.

"Can you see me? Can you still speak?"

"Is that so? But living people also have souls, so it's impossible for the rules of the underworld not to take effect? ​​It's really strange." General Yin nodded doubtfully, "So this is what you are doing?"

Pulling out the tongue is not as simple as pulling out the tongue, but a symbol that directly deprives the soul of the ability to communicate with the outside world.

The tongue was slowly stretched and became thinner, but it was as if some kind of force was applied to it, and it would not break in the middle no matter what.

In terms of the speed of time in hell, one day is equal to 3,750 years in the human world.

Then, he looked at Lu Wenwu with a look of visible respect, and even the voice of the question was a little softer.

Under normal punishment, it takes 10,000 years to complete the sentence.

The wings of the sky on his back, the talisman of life and death on his neck, the cell phone and house keys in his pocket.

"By the way, before I left, Lord Yama told me to give my belongings to the ghost for safekeeping, and to return them to me when I leave hell after everything is done."

The ghost general took it without thinking, and said casually: "Then give it to me first, I will keep it for you, you..."

When the ghost general took a palm-sized "iron plate", the whole ghost was stunned for a moment, and the words of promise also stopped abruptly.

Then, a more terrifying scream than before exploded again.

Lu Wenwu, who covered his ears, deeply understood what the real ghost cry was at this time.

The high pitch that was enough to penetrate the eardrum and reach the depths of the soul was really not something that a human could shout out.

The Yin general held up the token-like thing and asked tremblingly: "My friend. No, sir! Sir Tyrannosaurus! Have you shown this thing to a certain Hades or judge?"

Although he didn't know how Lu Wenwu got the special pardon order of the underworld.

But the breath of King Yama on it couldn't be faked!

Such things have not been issued since the establishment of the first generation of the underworld!

What's more, it was issued by King Yama!

Lu Wenwu took a quick look and found that it was the special pardon order of the underworld that he had just taken off his belt.

Wait, the special pardon order of the underworld?

He suddenly remembered that this thing seemed to be said to be a small thing made by a certain King Yama for practice.

It wouldn't be such a coincidence that it was made by the most famous King Yama in the Fifth Palace?

"I didn't show it to them, and they didn't ask."

Seeing that the ghost general was staring at him, Lu Wenwu quickly shook his head and confessed honestly.

"One stick of incense ago, a group of black and white impermanence took me to the gate of Fengdu City. A Yin general with better armor than yours took me to the Qin Guangwang Palace. Qin Guangwang looked at the evil mirror and took me to see the other Hades."

"Then, in a hall where the ten Hades sat side by side, the king of the coroner personally weighed me with the karma scale. Finally, Lord Yama confirmed the time of my trial and sent me here personally."

The Yin general was stunned on the spot after hearing this.

The black and white impermanence personally sent me to Fengdu City.

Complete the process that ordinary dead souls take three years to go through within one stick of incense?

The ten Yamas and the four judges were present at the same time?

Qin Guangwang personally checked?

The king of the coroner personally weighed?

King Yama personally sentenced and sent me to the eighteen levels of hell?

Brother, tell me the truth, what is your relationship with the Yin Emperor in the fifth hall!

Are you the son of a super god in the fairy world, and are you here to travel to the underworld to relax! ?

It's the monkey who came to the underworld for the second time after making a fuss in the Heavenly Palace. You are so powerful!

Brother!

Take me with you!

I really want to join the department!

The ghost general immediately bowed and saluted, and presented the things that Lu Wenwu had just taken out with both hands, and said respectfully: "Master Tyrannosaurus, please keep them, and then follow me to the employee passage here to leave the Eighteen Layers of Hell."

"???"

Huh?

What's going on?

"Wait, did you get the wrong brother?"

Lu Wenwu took his things with confusion, and followed the ghost general out in a daze.

"I haven't done anything yet, why are you chasing me away?"

"No, no, you misunderstood. I'm not chasing you away! It's because of your token." The ghost general answered while leading the way, "Since Lord Yama issued this special pardon order for you, everything in hell has no effect on you, including the rules for the dead."

"So."

"So, this is why you are obviously not a ghost messenger, a ghost soldier, or a ghost god, but you can still ignore the restrictions of hell and see things, speak, and communicate with ghosts in the tongue-pulling hell."

"I see, thank you for clearing up my confusion."

"It's a small matter, it should be. It's a bit short here, you are tall and mighty, be careful of bumping your head."

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Suddenly I felt a little at home. What's going on?

Walking in the employee passage built with red hell rock, Lu Wenwu suddenly felt.

Did he not follow the process again and directly skip the level in some unique way?

I don't know what the special pardon order (fake) of the underworld made the ghost general think of.

The other party didn't say anything, and Lu Wenwu didn't bother to ask.

Anyway, he didn't say a word of nonsense, everything was just the other party's own imagination.

He was just an honest person who asked when he didn't understand and followed the staff to go through the process.

Don't slander me!

Fengdu Ghost City is connected in all directions and is a transportation hub in the underworld.

Lu Wenwu followed the ghost general for a while and didn't feel how far he had walked.

But when he came out of the passage, he found that he had appeared outside Fengdu City, but not the city gate he came in through.

The ghost general took him to continue walking forward along the Yellow Spring Road.

Not far away, a majestic mountain with a peak that cannot be seen at a glance stands straight into the gray clouds.

If you look closely, you will see that the mountain is actually made up of pieces of Ming coins, stacks of yellow paper, and countless paper ingots and paper tributes.

Next to this high mountain, there is an exquisitely-shaped attic with its door wide open. Countless Yinzai in uniforms are busy and flowing inside, seeming to be carrying something.

Three vigorous and powerful characters are written on the door of the attic - Support Pavilion.

To put it bluntly, this is the General Post Office of the Underworld, plus the headquarters of the Bank of Heaven and Earth.

Things burned by people in the world will be sent here, waiting for ghost messengers to pick them up, and then go to the ghost world castle to give them to the corresponding ghosts.

"Brother, what is that mountain next to the Support Pavilion?" Lu Wenwu asked curiously.

"Ah, what are you talking about? That's a mountain of paper money. People in the Yang world didn't burn paper according to the regulations. After sending it down, they couldn't find the recipient's paper money and tribute, so they had to pile it up here. Over the years, it became a mountain. mountains.”

The ghost general looked at this mountain of paper money and was filled with emotion, with a look of regret in his eyes.

"Many people today have forgotten the correct way to burn paper, or even don't take it seriously at all. Except for burning paper at the corresponding tomb, which can be directly transferred to a designated location, other places can only be burned at designated courier points in the underworld. However. Why!"

Lu Wenwu thought for a while and felt that the so-called designated express delivery point in the underworld should be near the intersection.

Generally, when burning paper, an unsealed circle is drawn there, and a few pieces of loose money are given out to the ghosts to buy travel money, and a few pieces are given out to the underworld postman for postage.

For those who are more particular, you can also burn a list of the identity information and grave addresses of famous recipients, which serves a similar purpose to a courier note.

Lu Wenwu is a living person, he has not even opened an account in Tiandi Bank, and he has never done any tricks like burning paper for himself in advance. At this time, he naturally skips this place and goes straight to the Ghost Realm Fort.

"Speaking of which, did I miss two famous attractions in the underworld?" Lu Wenwu muttered quietly as he walked on the road.

The ghost general took the initiative and said: "If you follow the process you just mentioned, you should have never been to the square outside the Five Halls."

"Besides the five halls there is a throne lotus platform, which is the public Dharma class taught by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in hell. It is intended to wipe away the karma of some dead souls, so that they can suffer less sins in hell, and even be directly influenced. "

"Speaking of this, Tianzun Taiyi of the Heavenly Realm often drives to Fengdu City. He usually takes his disciples and golden boys and girls around in various hells, and he also preaches sutras to many evil spirits."

"If those evil souls can understand the subtleties of what Taiyi Saves the Suffering Heavenly Lord, they can be saved and spared the almost endless horrific punishment."

It's just fun to be tortured honestly. It's these two people who can really escape from hell.

Either understand Buddhism or Taoism.

I just don’t know if those players who follow the normal process can understand something from the sermons of these two great gods.

If they were the protagonists of the upgrade stream, they would be severely suppressed, imprisoned in hell, meet two great gods, receive guidance, practice both Buddhism and Taoism, achieve great mastery, and then come out and kill them indiscriminately.

In the process of killing indiscriminately or after killing, you provoke stronger enemies, continue to be severely suppressed, run away, and get opportunities.

Anyway, just keep repeating the above steps. Occasionally, you can find time to have a shot. The confidante is happy +1.

Lu Wenwu gave his own opinion in his heart.

The distance from Fengdu City to Ghost Realm Fort was not far, and Lu Wenwu quickly followed the ghost general into the scope of Ghost Realm Fort.

It is said to be a "fort", but in fact it is a very vast area, much wider than China.

It's just that the original Guikou gathering place was a fort, and the name has been used after several expansions.

Therefore, the Ghost Realm Castle that many ghosts often refer to now refers specifically to the Ghost Realm Castle that is currently the capital of the underworld in a narrow sense and is also the original site of the Ghost Realm Castle.

However, according to the myths and legends of the Yang people, the living areas of all ghosts are divided into the scope of the Ghost Realm Castle.

Just following the ghost general approaching here, Lu Wenwu felt a strong sinister wind mixed with ghost energy coming towards him.

The biting cold wind blew on his body and was blocked by the strong body defense.

This bit of Yin Qi is nothing to him now.

If we were an ordinary person, without any protection and soaked in Yin Qi, our Qi and blood would be wasted and our Yang Qi would be damaged.

Until the yang energy and vitality of the body are exhausted, he will pass away.

It should be said or not, but the ghost general is quite warm-hearted.

Lu Wenwu went directly to the nearest City God's Temple to apply for a foreign resident card, and changed it to an official version of the prefectural ID card and a temporary residence certificate for foreign creatures.

Although Lu Wenwu himself expressed dissatisfaction with the column where the underworld classified him as an alien creature.

But there is no way.

Except for the foreign ghosts who immigrated, all others are considered foreign creatures.

After leaving the gate of the City God's Temple, the ghost general asked: "Do you have a place to stay in Ghost Realm Fort? Do you want me to introduce you to the more famous hotels among the ten regions?"

When he asked this, Lu Wenwu suddenly remembered those two very interesting impermanences.

Why don't you go visit them first?

Anyway, I am not familiar with the place where I was born, and I have no place to go.

When the time comes, I will try to find a place with a lot of ghost traffic in this ghost world castle to set up a stall to sell egg-filled pancakes. I guess I can make a lot of money.

Thinking of this, Lu Wenwu said: "I have two friends, a pair of black and white impermanence, Black Nine Eight Five and White Two One One. We have a good relationship, and I want to go to the Wheel District to find them."

As old ghosts in the underworld, the black and white impermanence have long been separated from all the things in their lives.

The name is just a code name for them or them, so many black and white impermanence simply use the number when they joined the job as a nickname.

This includes many ghost soldiers and ghost generals.

"Oh? The two who brought you here?" The ghost general thought for a while and continued, "Calculate the time, they are probably reporting to the Soul-Catching Department at this time, and that place is also in the Wheel District. We are on the way."

"Then please lead the way, brother? I will treat you to spiritual food later." Lu Wenwu smiled.

"Spiritual food!? No, no, no, that's too expensive!"

The ghost general was flattered and took out a familiar tablet with the word "Dian" logo and swiped on it a few times.

"I called a taxi and will be there soon."

Call a taxi?

Oh my god, there are taxis in this place?

About an hour later.

Lu Wenwu got off the Hades Didi pulled by four flaming nightmare hell horses at the door of the Soul-Catching Department building with a look of emotion on his face and waved goodbye to the kind-hearted ghost general.

These four nightmare hell horses are said to be imported from the Western Hell.

Although they are not as powerful as the native ghost war horses in the underworld, they look handsome and cool, and are loved by many young ghosts.

Recalling what he saw and heard along the way, Lu Wenwu felt that this trip to the underworld was not in vain.

He has learned a lot.

If he hadn't seen all kinds of big tombs and tomb view rooms, tomb view rooms, and mausoleum view rooms in various residential areas on the way here, he might have thought that he hadn't come down to the world of the living.

As expected of the modernization of the underworld, the food is very good.

Lu Wenwu sighed in his heart and walked towards the office building of the Soul-Catching Department.

From the outside, it looks exactly the same style as the Shenzhou Government Office Building on Blue Star.

At the gate, there are majestic bull-headed and horse-faced people holding weapons to be responsible for standing guard. There are often impermanence dressed in black and white clothes coming in and out, all in groups of two ghosts.

"Stop, this is the important place of the Soul-Catching Department, ghosts can't be... Hmm? Why is it a living person?"

Lu Wenwu walked closer but was stopped by a ghost.

He stopped and looked around, and then he found that there was a communication room behind the side of the gate.

An old ghost holding a pipe put down the newspaper in his hand, and a pair of green eyes were constantly looking at him.

"Your body is going to the underworld, boy, what's your background, and what are you doing in the Soul-Catching Department?" the old ghost asked.

Lu Wenwu scratched his head: "Uncle, I don't have any background, I just came to this ghost world castle and want to temporarily seek refuge with two friends."

"You can come down in the body without a background? Forget it, just don't want to say it, I'm just curious." The old ghost smiled and took a puff of cigarette, "Your two friends are the impermanence? What is the number, I will report it for you. But without the approval, I can't let you in."

"Thank you, uncle!" Lu Wenwu clasped his fists, "Their numbers are black 985 and white 211."

"Those two guys? Okay, find a warm place to squat for a while." The old ghost nodded, picked up the landline on the table and started dialing, "By the way, this is a key monitoring area, no photos are allowed!"

"Of course, of course."

Lu Wenwu was embarrassed and quickly agreed.

After such an exchange, why does it feel more like I'm here to look for someone in a government agency?

Shaking his head to get rid of the messy thoughts in his mind, Lu Wenwu, who was a little bored, began to appreciate the propaganda column on the courtyard wall that was exactly the same as many other agencies.

[Zhongyuan Festival Holiday Announcement]

All departments:

Zhongyuan Festival is a time for ghosts to open, and you're so busy that you're almost dying. Do you still want to take a vacation?

According to the old rules, go to work collectively!

As in previous years, please stick to your respective posts with the ghost messengers, ghost soldiers and other colleagues from other departments. The Ten Kings of Hell, the Emperor of Fengdu, the Five Ghost Emperors, the Emperor of Dongyue, and the Queen Mother of Hou Tu are with you.

The above is for your information.

The Underworld Soul-Catching Department.

Appendix: [Notice of Personnel Changes in the Secondment of the Black and White Impermanence to Support Brother Departments during the Zhongyuan Festival]

Lu Wenwu: "."

Well, the civil servants in the underworld have to work non-stop during the New Year.

Huh?

Wait, this is.

Lu Wenwu was suddenly interested in another announcement.

[Registration for the 2024 civil service examination for local government agencies and their directly affiliated institutions will begin soon]