The Heaven’s Jailer

"Yes!" Seeing the height of five or six meters above and below the passage, Liu Lang slapped his thigh, "Judge Zhong, what do you think about building a bridge in the middle of this passage? Go out on the bridge and go under the bridge. Just put up a sign. There will be no conflicts without command."

The passage was opened up by several Tianzuns, and the size cannot be changed. Therefore, we can only consider how to use this limited space more effectively. There is no way to move left and right, but up and down, the passage is relatively high, and a bridge is built in the middle, and there is no problem in going up and down at the same time.

It is the same routine for controlling congestion in large cities in the mortal world. There is no room for development on the ground. Just look up and down and repair the subway or viaduct. It is impossible to dig a hole in this passage. Therefore, there is only one way left, and that is to repair the bridge. .

"Repair the bridge?"

Zhong Kui was taken aback, then nodded after a moment, "This method is feasible! But for this kind of thing, you have to consult King Yama and let him decide."

"That has to be as soon as possible, or else it will become a pot of porridge tomorrow." Niutou Ma Mian urged.

"Then I will go to King Yama to carry out this matter now." Zhong Kui didn't leave the door behind him, and went straight back to Yama City to talk to King Yama about building the bridge.

"Hope it will come true!" Looking at Zhong Kui's back, the Tauren's face was full of expectation.

Liu Lang asked them to direct the traffic, but they didn’t think too much about it. Now when I think about it, it’s really dangerous. The contradiction between the ten temples is actually very big. If there are other people from the nine temples among the people who just entered and exited. Maybe they will fight. After all, the traffic commanded by them is not righteous and it is normal for others not to listen.

Therefore, even if there is another traffic jam tomorrow, they dare to direct traffic again.

At twelve noon, with the last ghost being put into service as a ghost talisman, today's work of receiving new ghosts was completed on time.

"Brother Xiao Liu, go, and take you to see the real eighteenth hell." Putting away the tablet, Niutou Mamian brought Liu Lang back to the eighteenth hell.

Yesterday, they were all activities on the first floor, or the negative floor is more appropriate, but the real **** is actually the eighteenth floor above, where the real prisoners are locked.

Arranging the new ghosts received today into the empty room on the first floor, Liu Lang and Ngau Tau Ma Mian walked up to the first floor of the eighteenth hell. As soon as he entered this floor, Liu Lang immediately felt a gloomy air coming over him. Looking around, in the gloomy environment, there are cells divided by iron bars.

The cell was very simple, without even a bed.

"Finally, I feel a little jailed." Liu Lang thought secretly. Although the previous floor was also a prison for newly arrived ghosts, it was more like an ordinary residence, full of life. Here it is completely different.

Liu Lang couldn't help but looked at a prisoner. Although only the soul body was left, the prisoner looked no different from a living person in the world, and it was so real.

The prisoners should wear uniform uniforms from the hell, and gray trousers, with a big word written on the clothes. I don't know if they represent the first-tier prisoners.

"The first layer of these eighteen layers of **** is also called tongue-out hell." Niutou explained next to him.

"Tongue hell? What do you mean?" Liu Lang curiously asked.

"Anyone living in this world who provokes discord, slander, slander, slick, arguing, and deceive, will be thrown into this tongue-out **** after death, and the ghost will break the mouth of the person and use iron tongs. Clamp your tongue, and then slowly pull it out." Ma Mian interjected.

"The penalty is heavy enough." Liu Lang couldn't help swallowing and spitting.

At this moment, two ghosts pressed a prisoner into a cell next to him. Liu Lang watched, a ghost house broke the prisoner’s mouth, and the other prisoner put iron tongs into his mouth. , Pulled out his tongue little by little, and it grew longer and longer, and eventually ripped off. The prisoner wailed in pain, his mouth full of blood.

"Don't talk too much when you are alive, you will suffer if you die!" Liu Lang couldn't bear to look at it.

In the two days of coming to hell, apart from encountering Zheng Yi, which made him a little uncomfortable, the place was actually peaceful. Liu Lang thought the underworld was not as terrifying as he had imagined, but now he realized that he was grossly wrong.

And this is only the first level, and more severe penalties are expected to follow.

Wandering around in the tongue-pulling hell, the eyes are full of prisoners without tongues, and the **** does not know what method is used, the wound will not heal, so after the prisoner is pulled out of the tongue, the pain will continue until the sentence is full and released and sent to reincarnation. .

"This is only the most common punishment, and the meeting is even more ruthless." The tauren was already familiar with it, and brought Liu Lang to the second floor of the eighteenth hell.

The second layer is called Scissor Hell.

Specifically to punish those who pimp, such as the prince who bridged Ximenqing and Pan Jinlian, she will definitely be locked into the **** of scissors after death.

The penalty for Scissor Hell is very simple. Cut off ten fingers, the so-called ten fingers connected to the heart, the pain can be imagined. And like the tongue-out **** of the first layer, the pain is always on.

Following Liu Lang, he went to the third level of Iron Tree Hell. Every cell in the Iron Tree Hell contained an iron tree with a sharp edge. The sharp edge was picked from the prisoner's back and hung from the tree. Let Liu Lang shocked.

After that is the fourth layer of evil mirror hell, the fifth layer of steamer hell, the sixth layer of copper pillar hell, the seventh layer of knife mountain hell, the eighth layer of ice mountain hell, the ninth layer of oil pot hell, the tenth layer of cattle pit hell, and the Eleven layers of rock-pressed hell, twelfth layer of mortar hell, thirteenth layer of blood pool hell, fourteenth layer of death hell, fifteenth layer of torture hell, sixteenth layer of volcanic hell, seventeenth layer of graphite **** , The eighteenth layer of hell.

It took nearly two hours for Liu Lang to glance at the eighteen layers of hell, and he saw countless unimaginable tortures. Only now did he know that the so-called top ten tortures in the mortal world are not at all compared with hell. A grade.

The key **** has an advantage, that is, no matter how to be sentenced, the prisoner will never die, let alone faint. Because of this, the prisoner has to endure more than a hundred times and a thousand times more pain.

Although Liu Lang came to exchange and study, none of these punishments can be learned. The immortal prisons are all gods, and they are not death sentences. They will be released in a short time. When the time comes, you will not see you with your head down. Can't face it at all.

The reason why the **** dared to use torture like this is because after the completion of the sentence, these prisoners have to drink a bowl of Mengpo soup and forget everything before they are sent to reincarnation, so these ghosts don't have to worry about being retaliated against.

"Let's go down!" After watching the **** scenes, Liu Lang felt that he couldn't eat the instant noodles at night. Urging Niu Tau Ma Mian to hurry down.

Ngau Tau Ma nodded, and the three of them quickly moved from the eighteenth floor to the negative one.

"Who checked the identity of the new ghost today!" Zheng Yi said coldly when he saw Niu Tau Ma Mian and Liu Lang come down, who was interrogating the ghost.