Underworld entries, starting with ghost stories.

[Sorry, I posted the wrong chapter earlier; I posted chapter 24 instead of chapter 25.]

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Madam Black grasped the boy's hand, her tone flat and cold: "Not going to talk?"

She twisted the boy's little finger and slowly pulled it down.

The boy cried out, "I won't tell! I absolutely won't tell!"

At the same time, he made a terrified expression.

Madam Black sneered inwardly, seeing how panicked this kid was, he was just being stubborn.

I'm afraid it won't be long before he confesses everything.

She didn't hold back and pressed her hand down hard.

With a snap, the boy's little finger bone broke off.

The ten fingers are connected to the heart, and are originally the most painful torment.

But even one-tenth of the pain was not unbearable for Wu Qing.

His life as a refugee for more than half a year taught him patience.

Moreover, they will eventually be repaid a hundredfold for all the pain they have suffered.

The thought of this even stirred a sense of impulse and excitement within him.

But he still shouted loudly, so loudly that he startled even Madam Black and Madam White.

Madam Bai cursed, "Damn it, he's so scared, and he's making such a loud noise."

Next, the two sisters used every means at their disposal to force the boy to reveal how he would leave.

Each time, the boy appeared to be in excruciating pain, convincing them that they could soon force him to confess.

Almost there!

So close!

If we use a little more torture, he'll confess.

As a result, a whole day passed, and they were still trapped here.

They themselves had also searched outside, trying to find a way out.

But this street seemed to have no end; no matter which direction you went, it just kept extending endlessly until you found yourself still on the same street.

Madam Bai used her sword to pry open each of the boy's fingernails, then broke off his fingers and toes.

Each time, she sneered inwardly, "Let's see if you can hold out."

The boy just screamed in pain, and seemed to be saying, "One more time, I can't take it next time."

A day later, looking at the boy covered in wounds, Madam Bai was also shocked: "This kid is quite resilient, he didn't say anything even after all this?"

She had never seen anyone with such a tough bone.

Madam Black said calmly, "So what? We have plenty of time." She drew her knife and stabbed it into the boy's leg bone, twisting it forcefully.

The boy screamed, wailed, and cried hysterically, a truly pitiful sight, but he wouldn't say a word.

A sense of foreboding crept into Madam Hei's mind. Could this kid be faking it?

She couldn't imagine how someone who had already broken down like this could possibly keep going.

"It seems this torture wasn't enough!" she said coldly.

Wu Qing nodded vigorously to himself.

Hmm, not enough!

He felt that if he could handle it, then after repaying a hundredfold, perhaps they could handle it too.

So be even tougher!

The Black Lady began to torment him further.

They racked their brains and used every means at their disposal, and in the end, even they themselves were a little panicked when they saw it.

But the boy still didn't say anything.

Despite his apparent panic and fear, he maintained a "I'll tell you next time you're too harsh" attitude from beginning to end.

And so another whole day passed, and the boy had hardly any bones left intact.

They were forced to begin the brutal torture... After going to such lengths, it's impossible for them to let him go now, right?

Moreover, they didn't know whether killing him would allow them to leave, or whether they would be trapped in this hellish place for the rest of their lives.

Lingchi (death by a thousand cuts) is the most tragic way to die in this world.

They were all martial artists and knew exactly how to kill someone with a single blow.

Naturally, they also knew very well how to make someone suffer a thousand cuts and still survive.

And so, three whole days passed.

In that final moment, they saw the blood-soaked boy raise his head from the pool of blood and give them a wicked smile.

How can he still laugh like that?

At that moment, they were terrified.

[Strangeness Value +4]

[Mystery Level +2]

Although the boy's smile was sinister, it only added to his eeriness and mystery.

Because it's just too weird!

clang!clang!clang!

At the end of the street, the sound of bells rang out in layers.

A Nightmare on Elm Street suddenly shattered.

It's as if the world has been turned upside down, with the earth facing the sky and the sky facing the earth.

Amidst their cries of alarm, the Black Lady and the White Lady tumbled between heaven and earth.

With two loud thuds, they crashed to the ground.

She looked up in alarm, only to see the boy's face.

That enormous, towering face.

Handsome and dashing... yet incredibly mysterious.

They were like insects trapped in a glass bottle, and the boy was like someone watching them coldly from outside the bottle.

"Now, it's your turn!" The boy even smiled at them.

His smile was refreshing, mysterious, relaxed, and slightly joyful.

His figure entered this world, as large as a mountain, as majestic as a god.

Mrs. Black and Mrs. White looked up at him, panicked, and crawled backward, supporting themselves with their hands on the ground.

The boy's figure gradually shrank, but he was still three zhang tall.

"Playing tricks!" Madam Bai shouted angrily, grabbed her sword, leaped into the air, and stabbed at him.

Wu Qing reached out and grabbed her easily. The sword shattered, and her clothes were torn to shreds.

Wu Qing grabbed her little finger and twisted it forcefully.

Madam Bai let out a heart-wrenching scream.

The Black Lady turned to run away.

Wu Qing pointed his finger, and the shattered sword reformed, piercing into Madam Hei's leg bone and instantly pinning her to the ground.

The Black Lady collapsed to the ground, convulsing in pain.

The pain of having your leg bone shattered is truly excruciating.

With a snap, Wu Qing tossed Madam Bai next to Madam Hei and staggered over.

The Nightmare on Elm Street, created by Freddy Uchiha's Sharingan, is divided into two parts: the underworld and the world of the living.

The underworld lasts for three days.

The mortal realm, however, has no time limit; it will only end when he repays them tenfold for the torment and pain they inflicted on the substitute dolls.

What Wu Qing himself perceived was only one-tenth of the pain felt by the substitute doll.

The torment and suffering they endure are ten times that of the substitute dolls.

In the end, the suffering they were about to endure was a hundred times greater than what he had experienced in the past three days.

If this hundredfold debt isn't repaid, this alternate dimension, "Nightmare on Elm Street," will not disappear.

Wu Qing walked slowly toward the two of them, his hands behind his back.

Madam Black and Madam White stared in horror at him, who was radiating a black, malevolent aura. At this moment, they were already convulsing in pain, with only their little fingers broken and their leg bones fractured.

They couldn't understand why, just moments ago, this young man was covered in blood and looked so gruesome.

Why are they now acting as if nothing happened, like fierce ghosts appearing before them?

Wu Qing laughed and said, "No need to rush! We have plenty of time to take it slow. Now is the time for me to repay you for your warm hospitality over the past three days. Come on, let me see how long you can last."

He approached them step by step, his enormous shadow pressing down on them, making it hard for them to breathe.