The scorching heat made him feel as if he was placed in a small steel house surrounded by flames. The scorching sun outside seemed to be close to the steel house.
There was no place for him to breathe. The soul body breathed in and out, and all he breathed in and out was hot and poisonous gas. However, he seemed to still have to breathe!
What a terrifying experience!
However, when he looked like he was about to collapse, he regained his calm consciousness. This was not what he wanted. This calm consciousness could not erase the pain of being burned. Instead, it made him clearly feel the ferocity of the flames.
Just as the burning pain reached its peak, an extremely cold feeling came from the top of his head and rushed straight to the bottom of his feet!
"Cold, so cold."
Although his mind was clear, he couldn't move at all. This was dozens of times colder than being frozen in the cold river.
The scorching heat and the bone-chilling coldness, the combination of ice and fire, shuttled through his soul.
All of this was simulated by the Soul Prison that Lin Yang controlled.
Every feeling was clearly reflected in his soul.
He couldn't escape. He was plagued by sin. Only by atoning for his sins could he redeem himself. For that gentle and kind gaze, he couldn't escape.
Although the pain was still getting more intense, the will in his heart was slowly consolidating.
"Life is worse than death. I'll be your slave."
Lin Yang's face was indifferent. He muttered these words softly, and a ray of light shot out from his pupils. He swept his gaze toward the Soul Prison and observed the space inside.
This Soul Prison had always existed. He didn't know how big the space was. He only knew that it would expand accordingly. Although it looked only the size of a thumb, the space inside wasn't something that could be filled by one or two people.
At the same time, the locked soul on Chen Fei's corpse was also released. It instantly floated out, but it was also sucked in and locked in the Eternal Room between No. 4 and No. 5.
Number 4 and Number 5 were connected. In the future, Chen Fei would only be enveloped by Number 4's eternal darkness. He could sense it, but there was no place he could touch. It made him go crazy. It was even darker than a small black room.
Other than that, he would be sent to the boiling room No. 5. He would be awake at all times, but he would not die or faint.| Experience being bitten, attacked, and corroded countless times.| Rotation.
There were many rooms with such characteristics. Compared to the eighteen levels of hell in ancient myths and legends, although his Soul Prison had countless rooms and many styles, the time it took to torture sinners was not as long as the eighteen levels of hell.
The number of eighteen levels of hell that people usually talked about was correct, but it was not necessarily understood in terms of meaning.
The Eighteen Mud Plow Scripture mentioned that the difference between the eighteen levels was not the difference in space, but the difference in time and criminal law, especially time. Compared to the time in the world of the living, the first level of hell was 3,750 years in the human world. All living beings here had to live here for 10,000 years, and they could not die a day earlier. These 10,000 years were equivalent to 13.5 billion years in the world of the living.
Since the time and lifespan of hell were multiplied in turn, the eighteenth level of hell was measured in billions of years. Such a long period of torture could be said to be eternal damnation. The pain and cruelty were unimaginable and incomprehensible to the world.
That was what Lin Yang remembered. When he thought of this, his expression changed slightly, as if an extremely distant pain had passed to his body.
"This, I think, is a very familiar feeling.”
He lowered his head to look at the Death Note, and then, as if he couldn't understand what was going on, his calm words entered Wu Jianguo's ears.
"Although you have the heart to redeem yourself, you still can't escape punishment. If you can endure it, you might be able to see her again when you save more people.”
Lin Yang fell silent after saying that.
However, Wu Jianguo, who was in pain, trembled. A ray of light suddenly appeared in his dull gray eyes.
The light he desired!
"I will…"
He squirmed his lips and spat out two words with difficulty. The entire Soul Prison fell into darkness.
Death God's Incarnation silently closed the Soul Prison and stretched out.| The bone-protruding finger hooked Wan Jianke's dead soul and disappeared with him.
In the Death Judgement Space, Lin Yang watched the projection disappear. He closed his eyes to feel it and smiled. He did not want to waste his writing ability. The crystal transformed from such delicious Fear Value was actually a C-grade. It had jumped from D-grade to C-grade. This way, he was more confident in dealing with that person.
A secret marriage, hehe…
A thought-provoking smile appeared on Lin Yang's face, and the Son of Death behind him suddenly laughed innocently.
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