The voices of tens of millions of people merged together to show a picture of hell.

Just listen to that sound.

It seemed as if he knew what a permeating scene lay ahead.

At this moment, he also realized that the further down into this netherworld, the more severe the punishment and the more terrifying it became.

The punishment that he thought was terrible at first became nothing worth mentioning after reaching this level.

He thought he could escape or alleviate the pain by going down.

But he didn't expect that the choices he faced would become more and more cruel as he went down, but he could no longer turn back.

He thought that the ghost was taking pity on him and giving him a choice, but in fact it was dragging him step by step, dragging him to the depths of the most terrifying hell.

"This ghost!"

"I wish I didn't choose and would drag it to the end!"

The moment he recognized the truth in his mind, his legs were so weak that he lay on the ground unable to get up.

But the ghosts and spirits still dragged him forward, as if they were dragging a corpse.

He couldn't escape even if he lay down, but he was getting closer and closer to the most terrible punishment. The villain could only scream.

"No, this won't work."

"Let me go!"

"Spare me, spare me!"

This won't work, and that won't work either.

This time, the ghosts and gods seemed to be angry.

She roared angrily at him with her bloody mouth open, and then dragged him forward forcefully.

He once said that he was not afraid of death and that the scar on his head would not be bigger than a bowl.

But now, death is just the beginning of something more terrible. The pain of every punishment here is far worse than death.

Tears and runny nose ran down his face, and his voice softened when he spoke. He screamed like a little woman, but his voice was weak.

"I don't dare anymore."

"I don't dare to offend the gods anymore, I don't dare anymore, I know it's great, I know it's wrong."

"Otherwise, you'd better let me die!"

For the first time, he felt that death was such a wonderful thing, but when he thought that this was the Netherworld, he would still come here after death, which made people very desperate.

Finally, the evil man struggled hard and begged the ghosts and gods who dragged the chains towards the fire and smoke.

This evil man's face was wet with tears, his nose was dripping with runny nose, his expression could be as sad as he wanted, and he was wailing in grievance just like Dou E.

"How about sending me back!"

"It is better for you to cast me into stone than to be burned in this fire."

"You can let me bear the punishment of splitting my body, or I can be soaked in boiling water."

"No, I don't want to go there!"

"Let me go, I don't want to go there!"

The evil man's shrill screams echoed underground.

This evil man who is not afraid of life and death, is not afraid of ghosts and gods, and has evil intentions in his heart. At this moment, he is crying until the sky is dark and the earth is dark, and he is howling so hard that six months of snow will fall.

Finally, his eyes turned white, his legs twitched, and feces and urine flowed out.

His vision went dark and he lost consciousness again.
Chapter completed!