Chapter 348 Tang 3's Adventure in Hell

Tang San had even prepared to die.

Although I don't want to die, since I have come to this situation, rather than living like a half-human, half-ghost and continuing to suffer endless misery and frustration, it would be better to be reborn as a human being.

Maybe in the next life, I can still retain the memories and experiences of the previous two lives like this one.

In that way, I will learn from my mistakes in the next life, and be more cautious, rational, calm and elegant, and step onto the pinnacle stage with an incomparable perfection.

For example, in Feixian City, the last time they cultivated to that state, they were able to pass the assessment, and even the strong were vying to be their disciples.

If it develops perfectly in the future, won’t it take off?

However, at this moment,

When he finds out that he cannot even die, he will have to endure twelve thousand lifetimes as an animal, and in each lifetime he will have to be thrown into the eighteen levels of hell and be punished for eighteen thousand years.

Faced with this unimaginable horrific punishment, which is many times more severe than death,

The heart that had long been filled with loneliness and despair suddenly became active again.

Infinite anger and fear burst out from it,

He screamed in his heart that he was wronged, and cursed the God King Tang San, Nangong Lingyun, Feixian City, and even the punishment system of Hell.

Unfortunately, no matter what he did, no matter how hoarse his voice was, no matter how much fear it contained,

Even if he changed his curses into begging, begging with the utmost grief, his body kept moving forward involuntarily, unable to slow down even a little.

It's like having a lucid dream, you can feel what's happening to you, but you can't control it or change it.

They were about to leave the gloomy hall, step onto the road to the underworld, and reach the first level of hell.

It wasn't until an unknown amount of time later that I came to a strange space.

The moment I entered the door, there was a buzzing sound, and a mysterious wave swept across my body from top to bottom.

With a start in his heart, he suddenly realized that he had regained control of his body. He could move freely, make sounds, and seemed to be ten or a hundred times more sensitive than when he was alive.

Any slight disturbance in the outside world can be sensed very clearly.

It seemed that he could even feel how much tiny grains of sand were in the soil under his feet, which gave him a very bad premonition.

Facing us, a green-faced, fang-covered armored monster said in a cold voice:

"This is the tongue-pulling hell. Anyone who sows discord, slanders others, speaks glib words, or lies to deceive others will be sent to this hell to be punished by having their tongue pulled out."

As soon as the voice fell, the third son reacted like a stress response and immediately roared:

"I do not have."

The green-faced man with fangs suddenly smiled, and the corners of his mouth pulled up on his terrifying face, giving people an extremely nauseating chill.

"Look at you, you're still being stubborn, what you said is a lie.

You actually dared to lie in the hell of tongue-pulling, and you said it so confidently that you almost believed it yourself. You have quite a personality.

Come, give him the punishment, and help him to recall whether he has told any lies in the past. "

Four little devils rushed forward in an instant, dragged him onto a bloody rack, tied his limbs with iron chains, and even fixed his head on it.

Of the entire body, only the mouth and fingers can move.

At this moment, the fear in his heart took over again, and Tang San quickly begged.

"Sir, I'm sorry. I just said it casually.

But I am really wronged, please look into this matter clearly."

The fangs laughed out loud.

"Is it wrong to tell a lie so easily? This is also a lie. Counting the previous one, the sentence will be increased by 2,000 years.

Go on, I want to see how far you can push yourself."

Tang San didn't say anything else.

It's not that he had nothing to say, but his mouth had been forcibly pried open by two little ghosts. The exaggerated force seemed like an iron hoop, and no matter how he resisted, he couldn't shake it at all.

The other two kids clamped the tongue with a pair of pliers and stretched it straight, then slowly pulled it out. It was so slow that it might take an hour to pull it out even one centimeter.

It was fine at first, but after two hours, the entire tongue began to tear evenly.

With senses that are a hundred times more sensitive than usual, the pain is so severe that even the soul trembles.

The key point is that I can't even faint here. No matter how painful it is, I can only grit my teeth and endure it.

The third son regretted it again.

I cursed myself for being stupid.

Why are you still pretending to be pure and innocent in such a place? Now, your sentence has been extended by another 2,000 years.

I don’t know if it’s just this life that will add two thousand years, or if in every future reincarnation, the hell of tongue-pulling will add two thousand years.

The next day, Tang San did not try to be clever, but directly asked the ghost messenger,

“If you are really wronged, is there any channel for you to appeal?”

The answer we got in the end was that the underworld is absolutely fair and just, and there is no possibility of injustice.

The third day, the seventh day, the twelfth day,

Every time the ghost supervising the torture was replaced, the third son would immediately ask the same question.

He didn't believe that the underworld was such a huge organization that was responsible for countless ghosts, so why didn't it have a supervisory agency?

But what made him despair was that there really wasn't one.

If there is one, it is the black mirror on the top of the gloomy hall, but it can only determine the amount of sin and cannot trace the cause and effect.

Especially, he took the initiative to seize the body of another person, and the person being seized cooperated completely without leaving any trace.

This is more difficult to detect.

However, the thing about cause and effect is too mysterious. Only the Emperor of Heaven who holds supreme authority, or a powerful person who has cultivated to an incredible level, can explore it.

There are only a few people like him in the entire universe. How could anyone waste his time and energy just for him?

However, a mirror that only judges the sin value will still give the same judgment even if you use it ten thousand times, and the punishment may even be increased if you are dissatisfied with the result.

Because of what God King Tang San did, he deserves to be punished like this.

When he learned of this situation, Tang San understood instantly.

Why is the secret method of possessing another's body expressly banned in the entire universe? Once caught, the person's soul will be immediately shattered and he will never be able to reincarnate.

This is even more terrifying than one hundred and twenty-nine hundred and sixty billion kalpas. Now there is at least a glimmer of hope for the future. Once it is discovered that it is a case of possession, even that hope will be gone, and it will truly disappear completely.

The reason is that it is extremely harmful, but extremely difficult, or even almost impossible, to trace.

After being in a coma for more than 100,000 years,

From the first level of hell of tongue-pulling to the eighteenth level of hell of sawing with knives, the three sons had to endure so much pain that their entire spirits were completely numb.

Finally one day, a few different ghost messengers suddenly came. They did not have green faces and fangs. Instead, they looked more like normal people, and even wore ordinary robes.

Under the manipulation of these special ghost messengers, he was soon thrown into something like a huge millstone.

When I woke up again, I was already in a pigsty.