When Lu Wenwu regained his senses, he found himself standing firmly, having stepped into another space.
He opened his eyes, and what he saw was a scene...
Uh...
Lu Wenwu was at a loss for words to describe the scene before him.
It seed sowhat like... a at shop?
He saw souls like pieces of at about to be sold, with large hooks piercing their tongues, and their limbs bound to a huge tal plate, hanging naked in the air.
Both n and won were the sa.
As their tongues lengthened due to their body weight and the weight of the tal plate pulling them down, their facial expressions beca increasingly sinister and painful.
Lu Wenwu looked upward, unable to see the end of the chains, not knowing where they extended from.
Above, fierce flas and chilling Yin Winds alternated in gusts.
Every ti they reached the tal plates binding the souls, the agony intensified, causing the souls to struggle even more fiercely.
When the Yin Wind blew.
The countless souls hanging in the air swayed with the wind, and the many tal plates clashed together with the Yin Wind, creating a pleasant, lodious sound like wind chis.
Below, an array of Yin Soldiers with blue faces and fangs pinned down the crying souls, gripping their tongues tightly with giant pliers, exerting all their strength to pull them out.
The tongues were slowly stretched longer and beca thinner but sohow never broke, as if imbued with so kind of power.
The soul whose tongue was being pulled wore a twisted look, continuously struggling and spasming violently, trying to escape the dreadful punishnt.
But the Yin Soldier beside them was like the world’s strongest prison, firmly restraining the soul, depriving it of life or death, forcing it to endure.
Until the Yin Soldier responsible for pulling the tongue suddenly exerted force, the long red tongue snapped like a broken string all at once, rebounding against the pliers, coiling repeatedly.
anwhile, the originally broken tongue of the soul imdiately regrew, starting a new cycle of reincarnation.
This is the first layer of the Eighteen Layers of Hell, the Tongue Pulling Hell.
Anyone in the world who sows discord, slanders, harms others, uses slick talk or cunning argunts, lies, and deceives will be condemned to the Tongue Pulling Hell after death.
In this hell, having one’s tongue pulled, being roasted by high temperatures, and being blown by Yin Winds are just the Basic punishnts.
Tongue pulling is not rely pulling out the tongue; it’s symbolic of directly stripping a soul’s ability to communicate with the outside world.
The punished souls in this layer cannot see or speak, can only feel the omnipresent pain in endless darkness, and experience the intense loneliness and fear that cos from having no concept of ti.
They cannot even scream.
Lu Wenwu calculated carefully.
Based on the trial period set by King Yama for him and the difference in his Karmic Force and rit, it can be deduced that a normal player’s trial ti should be about seven days in hell per layer.
Is that long?
Definitely not long.
According to legend, the Eighteen Hells are arranged by the length of suffering ti and the severity of sins committed.
In terms of the hell’s ti flow, one day equals three thousand seven hundred and fifty years in the Human World.
Under normal punishnt, it takes ten thousand years to complete a sentence.
In other words, the shortest sentencing ti for the Tongue Pulling Hell is Blue Star Ti of thirteen and a half billion years...
Fun fact: the first guy to enter the Tongue Pulling Hell still hasn’t been released till now.
Second fun fact: there hasn’t been a single release recorded in any of the hells under the entire Underworld.
What’s even more terrifying is that as you proceed through each level of hell, the suffering increases twenty-fold and the length of imprisonnt doubles compared to the previous hell.
When it reaches the Eighteenth Hell...
Lu Wenwu couldn’t be bothered to calculate, knowing it was a lot anyway.
While he was lost in thought, a Yin General on duty finally noticed this living person standing there, and was startled.
He widened his eyes, approached, and circled around Lu Wenwu.
"Pal, don’t look at that way, it scares ," Lu Wenwu said, "What’s the procedure here? Lord Yama just assigned a jail, and I’m here to report."
He was afraid the Yin General would suddenly blurt out, "Brother, you sll good!"
Unexpectedly, when Lu Wenwu asked this, the Yin General jumped in surprise.
Letting out a loud cry, he attracted the attention of nurous surrounding Yin Soldiers, causing them to stop pulling tongues.
Countless ghost shadows simultaneously stared at Lu Wenwu, making him sowhat uneasy, wondering what’s wrong with these Yin Soldiers being so jumpy.
"You...can see ? And speak?"
The startled Yin General cald himself down and inquired with a sense of uncertainty.
"Yes, is that so surprising?" Lu Wenwu shrugged, "Your Underworld rules restrain the souls, what does it have to do with seeing as a living person?"
"Is that so? But living people also have souls, the Netherworld’s rules should apply, no? This is quite strange." The Yin General nodded half-believingly, "So you are?"
Lu Wenwu patiently repeated, "My na is Violent Dragon, I ca from the Human World to train, appointed by the Fifth Hall Yama to first report to the Eighteen Layers of Hell, three days of punishnt per level in the Human World."
"A living person? Training? Coming to the Eighteen Layers of Hell? Appointed by the Fifth Hall Yama? Oh my Emperor Dongyue!"
The Yin General acutely realized how terrifying the combination of these keywords was, successfully interpreting it incorrectly.
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