The netherworld was a cold place, just like its name.
Ghosts who committed crimes in the world of the living or in the netherworld would be imprisoned in hell. This was the most terrifying thing in the netherworld. The dark and damp floor, the smelly air, and the never-ending wailing. Ghosts imprisoned in hell would be captured and tortured by the reapers after a period of time. When they were tortured, they could not help but let out mournful howls. It became a habit to shout too much. Even if they were not punished, they would still wail endlessly.
This was a terrifying place. If one stayed here for too long, no matter what kind of person they were, they would become crazy.
Therefore, 60% of the ghosts in Hell were mentally abnormal, and the remaining 40% were extremely abnormal.
Shen Xianlai was also a ghost imprisoned in the netherworld, the Southern Great Hell, so his mental state was somewhat abnormal. Fortunately, he hadn't stayed in hell for too long, or else he would have become like those ghosts who kept wailing and enduring endless pain.
The so-called crimes were determined by the ten Yama Kings and their judges. There was no such thing as absolute justice in the world. Even the most impartial King of Hell could not guarantee that his judgment on ghosts was absolutely fair.
The manager of the Southern Hell was King Chujiang. This King of Hell was not eye-catching among the ten palaces, but he was still considered fair. In fact, the ten palaces were all impartial people. In King Chujiang's hell, although there were people who were wronged, they were definitely a minority.
Shen Xianlai crouched in the shadows of a corner of the prison, coldly looking at the crazy ghost beside him. Most of these ghosts who had suffered deserved it, so Shen Xianlai did not sympathize with them. However, Shen Xianlai did not think that he had committed any crime. He recalled the biggest mistake he had made when he was alive. It seemed that he had secretly smashed the school window with a stone when he was young. Could it be that throwing a stone or smashing a piece of glass would send one to hell after death?
However, Yin Si completely ignored Shen Xianlai's complaint. Once Shen Xian came to complain to the prison guards that he was wronged, he would be beaten up by the prison guards. These wardens had spent too much time in the Infernal Realm and were a little abnormal. The reapers of the underworld were rarely willing to become prison guards in hell. The working environment was not good, and there was rarely any time to rest. There was no possibility of promotion in the future. Therefore, most of the reapers who were sent to be prison guards had made mistakes.
There were a few people beside Shen Xianlai. They were sitting on the ground with peaceful expressions on their faces. They did not seem to be suffering at all. If one didn't know that they were prisoners of hell, they would definitely mistake them for immortals. They were all hypnotists when they were alive. Hypnotists were a very special kind of people. Other people's souls could only leave their bodies after they died, but they could leave their bodies and exist independently as spirits when they were alive. They were very calm in the face of the punishment of hell, whether it was rolling on a mountain of knives or falling into a pot of oil. When other ghosts encountered such a punishment, they would definitely cry their hearts out. These guys, however, treated Hob Hob Mountain as rolling on the grass, and the boiling oil as bathing in warm water. Some people said that they had actually left the realm of ghosts and entered the realm of ghost immortals. Shen Xianlai had intentionally contacted them. Although they had taught Shen Xianlai some things, they did not tell him why they were imprisoned in hell.
This time, it was Shen Xian's turn to go into the frying pan.
This was the first time he had received such a severe punishment. The previous few times, Shen Xianlai had been whipped.
"The oil pot is indeed not hot." Shen Xianlai, who had been trained by a few hypnotists, thought so. The hypnotist told him that everything in the netherworld was illusory. As long as there was a way to see through these illusory things, he would not be affected by these illusory things.
Therefore, the mountain of blades, the pot of oil…could all be seen through. Once seen through, it would become an illusion.
Everything was illusory, so the various punishments in hell could not really hurt the prisoners imprisoned in hell. The various punishments they had suffered had only caused them mental pain.
The two Bull-headed Rakshasas who were in charge of "washing" Shen Xianlai didn't seem to care if Shen Xianlai was in pain or not. What they did was to mechanically throw the prisoners into a boiling pot of oil, then use the iron brush in their hands to brush off the skin of the prisoners, and then brush off the muscles and internal organs bit by bit, leaving only the bones of the prisoners. The prisoner's skeleton was boiling in the boiling oil, and it would eventually turn into a pile of crispy crumbs. However, the prisoners who were thrown into the oil pot would not die just like that. A special ladle was used to scoop out the boiling oil and pour it on the ground. The oil would become the prisoner's intact body. It was as if the criminal had never been punished.
After being tortured by the boiling oil, the hot oil would remain on the body for three days. During these three days, the prisoners would suffer the pain of being splashed with boiling oil. There were some prisoners who would not feel any pain even if you threw them into a pot of oil. Even if you used a sharp iron brush to brush their bodies, it would not cause them any harm. Shen Xianlai was such a special person.
Shen Xianlai suddenly felt dizzy, and then the water under his body began to boil violently. Then, it seemed that something had torn his stomach and slipped out.
Shen Xian's spell to break the pain of the boiling oil was broken by a sudden change. In an instant, he felt the pain of the boiling oil. The burning oil boiled his body, as if even his bones were about to be fried.
The metal brush in Ox Head's hand repeatedly brushed Shen Xianlai's body, slowly peeling off his skin and muscles.
A black monster suddenly jumped out of the pot of oil and kicked it to the ground. It bit one of the two bull heads and swallowed it.
The nearby jailers heard the cry for help from the remaining bull-headed man. They quickly picked up their weapons and ran over to rescue him. By the time they arrived, half of the bull's head had already been swallowed by the black monster. Only two legs were left outside the monster's mouth.
"This…could it be Taotie?" The experienced jailer had already recognized this monster." Everyone, be careful.”
The monster did not dare to stay any longer when it saw the group of people surrounding it. After swallowing the jailer in its mouth, it charged towards the weakest area of the defense circle. The ox-headed and horse-faced soldiers who were holding weapons were scattered.
Seeing that Tao Tie was about to escape, the jailers hurriedly chased after him. They couldn't let such a dangerous fellow rush out of hell and run outside. Although they might not be Tao Tie's match, it was their duty.
Hell was in an uproar because some prisoners were preparing to break out of prison after discovering that the jailer was chasing after the monster. For a time, the Southern Hell was in chaos.
In the chaos, no one noticed the pot of oil that had been kicked over by Taotie. The oil splashed onto the ground and slowly turned into a human figure. It was Shen Xianlai.
Shen Xianlai had not planned to escape from prison, but the many prisoners in hell had affected him. If he didn't break out of prison, he might have to stay in hell for a long time. In that case, let's escape!
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