As a fallen master of the Republic of China, there is a Taoist priest named Ninth Uncle

Chapter 289: Experiencing Hell in the Womboo!!

“Just look up.”

Continuing up, sure enough, there was a hanging corpse on the fourth floor, the fifth floor and the eighth floor.

Imitate Steamer Hell, Mirror Hell, Iron Tree Hell, Scissors Hell, Tongue Pulling Hell.

In the eighth-story tower, this person is dead, his mouth is open, and his tongue is sticking out half of the missing tongue.

Before his death, his tongue was cut off, and he died in extreme pain, his face was hideous, and his eyes were staring straight ahead.

Gou Wusheng muttered to himself: “According to legend, all those who are alive sow discord, slander and harm others, slip their tongues, argue cleverly, and lie lies. After death, he was beaten into the hell of tongue pulling, and the little devil opened the mouth of the person, clamped the tongue with iron tongs, and pulled it out alive, not at once, but elongated, and searched slowly. ”

The highest level of the tower is actually the imitation of the eighteen-story hell, the first level of trekking hell.

“How the hell did they die?”

Ji Chunhua was strange.

The eighteen people who were hung in the tower were not low-cultivated people like Gou Wusheng, who were not weak in strength and had real materials, but they died here silently, and they also suffered eighteen kinds of torture before dying.

Returning to the first floor of the tower, Gu Zhou pondered: “There is only one possibility, this tower is not eight floors, but eighteen floors, and the remaining sergeant floors are underground. ”

Everyone dispersed, and after more than ten minutes, they found the stairs to go down to the next floor.

The first basement level belongs to the ninth level according to the eighteen levels of hell.

Still a sarcophagus, a hanging corpse.

Pan hell!

All the way down to the lowest floor of the tower, it imitates the knife and saw prison.

The tower on the lowest floor differs from all the towers above in that there is an extra thick door that is blocked, and the gate is locked by a copper lock, which is used to lock the dog’s head lock of the city, and the lock teeth are closed like canine teeth.

Gu Zhou tore off the big lock with a force, pushed it heavily, and the stone door was pushed open with a rumble.

Exposing the pitch-black underground space, Shen Shou could not see his five fingers, but could only hear the whistling of the wind below, as if the cave was extremely wide and deep.

The electric light was illuminated, and everyone was taken aback, it turned out that not far outside the door was a large tree, supporting the shade, the branches and leaves were like a crown, growing very densely, I don’t know how many miles it covered.

This laurel tree grows at the bottom of the mountain by the corpse qi in the danjing, and the lush canopy is intimidating.

“This tree…”

Looking closely, everyone gasped, it turned out that the bumps on the tree body all formed the shape of a person’s head and face, but the expressions on the face of the tree body were like ghosts crying, and their faces were distorted and terrifying.

It is actually full of facial features, extremely similar to the human face, eyebrows, ears, nose and mouth can vaguely distinguish that this laurel tree belongs to the yin, and there are many corpses buried in the danjing, and the corpse gas inside is sucked into the body of this tree.

Under the canopy of the trees, there are four pavilions, all of which are two-story buildings with Yuxuan windows and cornices and tiles, the size and pattern are the same, and the mist is like a fantasy around the laurel tree at the bottom of the tree, but I feel that washing the common idea in the chest is quite dusty, not like the realm of the world.

There was not the slightest light in the building, and the entire pavilion was pitch black, even the tiles and window edges were black.

This fairyland-like scenery coexists with the eerie atmosphere of the old laurel trees, and the strong contrast is extremely incongruous.

Gu Zhou was about to go to the pavilion to take a look, when the yin wind blew in, he suddenly looked up, and saw a rope hanging from the canopy of the tree coming to his neck.

All the people on the tree opened their eyes in unison to look at him.

“＋！”

Hundreds of strange faces brushed over, and Rao Gu Zhou couldn’t help but feel cold and creepy in his spine.

“That’s how they died!”

“It turns out that you are making trouble!”

“I’d rather see what kind of torture you want me to enjoy!”

Gu Zhou’s gaze froze, allowing the rope to be wrapped around his neck, suddenly tightened, and then he saw a huge one covering him.

“It turned out to be the twelfth layer of hell spring sukushi hell.”

This prison is frequent, that is, when you are alive, if you waste food and tread grains, such as throwing away leftover banquets, or throwing away things you don’t like to eat in two bites.

After death, he will be beaten into the spring (chōng) Uji Hell and put into the Urani Haru Kill.

The strange thing is that if you talk while eating, especially swearing, profanity, scolding the street, cursing, and pinching people after death, you will also go to hell and suffer.

Compared with the eighteen layers of hell and the other seventeen layers of hell, the twelfth layer also tried relatively the fewest sins.

In terms of the spring hell, more than 90 percent of the people committed sins during this time.

But if you really calculate it, you really haven’t wronged Gu Zhou.

When I was a child, I threw them all away after pulling two bites.

If the takeaway ordered when you grow up tastes bad, you won’t continue to eat it, but will just throw it in the trash.

“However, if you want to kill me, this little trick is not enough!”

Gu Zhou emitted a bloody masculine, domineering bursting sound, and the sound wave shook, and the vibration resounded in the underground space.

Click!

Thundered!

In the gloomy underground space, thunder and lightning rage, and thunder tears the darkness and brings vast light.

The sound of thunderclap echoed in the underground space, like a megaphone, shaking people’s brains.

The next moment, what hundreds of weird faces, what spring (chōng) hell all disappeared, what rope all disappeared.

Other disappeared people in Maoshan also appeared in Gu Zhou’s field of vision, and Shi Jian, Ji Chunhua, He Xinzhi and others also got out of trouble on their own, unscathed.

And Ji Chunhua’s disciples were basically coughing violently.

“Ahem, ahem…”

I think it’s not light.

Gu Zhou didn’t ask what hell they had suffered.

Asking this kind of thing is equivalent to directly asking you what secret you have in your heart, and there is nothing more offending than this.

In fact, there are some things that are not 0.7 in the eyes of the world, but they have to go on the eighteenth floor of the region.

Such as the spring hell suffered by Gu Zhou.

There is also Dao Mountain Hell, as long as you have killed horses, cats, and dogs before you die, because they are also life.

In Hades, there is no distinction between high and low, and cattle, horses, cats, dogs, and people are collectively called living beings.

If a living person gives birth to a baby, for whatever reason, if the baby is born stupid and disabled, it will be sent to a stone hell after death.

What kind of child is born, which is most likely beyond the control of the mother, what kind of sin is this?

There is also hell of death, it is very difficult to come to this world as a human body, it is the opportunity that Yan Wang Ye gave you.

If you don’t cherish it, go to suicide, such as cutting your pulse to death, taking poison, hanging yourself, angering Yan Wangye, and after death, you will enter the pole to die in the car test.

Just don’t think about being a human being anymore…