On the day I left school, I knocked all the relatives in the hospital to death

The three of us followed the man and continued walking down slowly. After experiencing the Iron Tree Hell and the Evil Mirror Hell, he smiled softly and told me that the next thing we were going to see was the Steamer Hell.

A huge steamer was placed in the center of the room.

There was a person inside who was tied up tightly.

He huddled up in a ball because of fear.

Feces and urine have already been leaked all over the floor.

But at this time, I was stimulated to the point of being filled with anger by a series of vicious scenes.

He stared at the man in front of him with red eyes.

He seemed to see through my thoughts and just reached out and patted my shoulder and said.

"Yu Tianyi, you are different from most people in this world."

"They are hypocritical and do what they want without sacrificing the means. You are the second person besides Zhang Lingchuan that I treat differently."

"But don't worry, these people's crimes are too numerous to list, and they deserve to be punished."

"Whose fault?" I interrupted his rambling words and glared at him fiercely.

"If they break the law, they will only be punished by human law. Who are you? Why do you set up a lynching here!"

After listening to my words, he raised his head and smiled happily.

It was as if I heard something funny.

After he had laughed enough, he raised his hands, and the two brats stuffed the man directly into the steamer.

The cry for help came from the steamer, as if someone scratched my heart with nails.

The man studied my expression very proudly.

"You're angry."

"It's a pity that you are too weak now and can't stop what I did."

I gritted my teeth and looked at him.

"What the hell are you?"

The man raised his eyes slightly and said something that made me think about it with horror.

"who am I?"

"I am a curse."

"The curse that God has left on the earth!"

After saying that, he reached out and touched my arm.

Strangely, where his fingertips touched, the grimace on his arm became inexplicably hot.

"Actually, we have been looking for suitable believers over the years."

"Yu Tianyi, you are also the believer we have been looking for for a long time and have marked you."

"Sooner or later, you will kneel at the feet of our master and become a messenger of God."

I was puzzled at first by his outrageous remarks.

Then, as if he realized something, he immediately raised his eyes and looked at him.

"Are you a Grimace Rakshasa?"

When the man heard this, he was just slightly startled, then laughed and said, "So, that's what the outside world calls us?"

The faces that change inexplicably, the babbling singing voices in the middle of the night, and those who suddenly lose their consciousness.

They all make me afraid of the Grimace Rakshasa organization.

Looking at his back going down again, I no longer have any patience.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Is he demonstrating this so-called fake hell to us layer by layer just to show off their divine power?

Still hinting that this so-called Grimace Rakshasa has penetrated into the underworld.

My heart hit rock bottom.

Now, even Meng Zijin, who had the most opinions, chose to remain silent.

We all know what it means to go down further.

This Demon Suppression Tower seems to be a huge cage, locking all of us tightly inside.

I know that if I ask about Ghostface again, he will never reply to me again.

So I changed my approach.

"Since you are so powerful, a curse and a messenger of God, why do you have to cooperate with the Jiang family?"

"As far as I know, Jiang Tai'an is now critically ill and is still looking for ways to live forever to extend his life."

When I think about that old bastard Jiang Tai'an, in order to let himself live for a few more years, he would disregard human life and even make a big fuss out of corpses. I really think there is something wrong with his brain.

Birth, old age, illness, death, and reincarnation are the normal conditions in the world.

Jiang Tai'an has covered the sky with one hand for most of his life, but he still clings to glory and wealth and refuses to let go.

However, the man remained speechless.

Looking at his back, something flashed through my mind.

The way this man walked and his expression seemed too stiff.

Not like a "smart" person.

Not only that, even the eagle on his shoulder felt the same way.

Every move he made seemed like a programmed procedure.

This reminds me of those mechanical objects in Thousand Machines Gate.

I slowly turned around and winked at Zheng Huaimin and the others, but the expressions on their faces were not very good either.

That look seemed to be telling me.

Even if this man is just a piece of machinery, we can't defeat him.

The man remained silent and ignored any of my questions.

We followed him and walked down many floors before finally reaching the last floor.

At this time, he turned his head faintly and smiled: "Welcome to the No. 18 Hell."

This is already the bottom of the Demon Suppression Tower, the prison where prisoners were originally supposed to be held.

But at this time, there were forty or fifty people standing inside.

But I couldn't help but take a step back.

Each of their faces was now wearing a ghost face mask.

Upon closer inspection, each mask is different.

Some are laughing, some are sad and angry, and some are even frightened.

Meng Zijin couldn't help but gasp, and said: "These ghost masks are so evil, it gave me chills down the back."

Since ancient times, only shocking emotions can touch people's hearts.

But at this time, this group of ghost-faced people seemed to be performing some kind of ritual, and suddenly knelt down somewhere in the middle.

I turned my head and saw a crystal coffin placed in the middle.

"that is not……"

I couldn't help but widen my eyes and looked at the crystal coffin in front of me.

The man beside him chuckled.

"This coffin belongs to our master."

"The Jiang family has become the attendants of our gods, and this crystal coffin is our first gift to him."

I really didn't expect that the coffin that Zhang Lingchuan and I fought so hard to capture would eventually fall into the hands of the Jiang family.

I am really unwilling!

At this time, a white-haired old man lay inside the crystal coffin.

He was sleeping in the coffin, looking peaceful.

If I hadn't seen the rise and fall of his chest, I would have thought he was dead.

But I had no interest in this bunch of ghosts, so I immediately asked the man with a straight face: "Where are Zhang Lingchuan and our friends? You promised me."

The man smiled and said nothing, but I heard an arrogant and domineering voice coming out of the abyss.

The second son of the Jiang family walked out with a ferocious smile.

"You want to see Zhang Lingchuan, isn't he here?"

Behind Jiang Shichen, there were several huge iron cages.

The moment I saw Zhang Lingchuan, I was so angry that my veins popped out: "Asshole, what did you do to him!"