The Local Lazy Man System

　　 "Yan...Yam Luodian, I... Am I dead? Am I in the Yin Cao Jifu?"

　　 Looking at the three characters "Yan Luodian", and the bronze gate with many embossed ghosts, and the cow head and horse face on both sides, Wu Hu's feet softened and he sat on the ground.

　　 Wu Hu said to himself palely.

　　 "The good people deceive the sky but not deceive, and the evil people are afraid of the sky."

　　The couplet in this bronze gate is particularly conspicuous.

　　 "Come in!"

　　 Suddenly, there was a gloomy breeze, and Wu Hu heard a hairy voice in his ears. Suddenly, Wu Hu floated into the "Yan Luo Temple" uncontrollably.

"Do not……"

　　 Wu Hu shouted in fear.

　　 Although Wu Hu knew he was dead, he was unwilling to enter this gate, because he would be punished if he entered this bronze gate.

　　 But at this time, Wu Hu's body was no longer under his own control, and he was pulled into the hall by the chain around his neck.

　　 Yan Luo Temple is completely dark, exuding bursts of pure Yin, very gloomy.

　　 "Male, Wu Hu, 48 years old, from Xianyan County, Lake Province. He gathered wicked people to commit crimes and defrauded others' money. He was guilty of serious crimes. He went to **** with swords and saws and was tortured for 10,000 years..."

　　 As soon as he entered the Palace of the Lord of Gods, Wu Hu knelt on the ground unconsciously, lowered his head, and heard a cold voice from above.

Wu Hu wanted to look up, and wanted to cry out for grievances, but found that his mouth could not be opened, and his head seemed to weigh a thousand jin. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lift his head, but vaguely felt that there was a very A huge figure. .

　　 As the icy voice fell, Wu Hu was taken out of the Palace of the Kings of the Lord by the ghost in a daze. He was stuck in the chain around his neck and wandered in the dark hell.

　　 The gloomy aura made Wu Hu feel cold all over, but the cold ghost didn't even bother Wu Hu and pulled Wu Hu down.

　　 I don't know how long it has been, a few seconds, maybe a century, anyway, Wu Hu can't tell the time, and he came to a very gloomy and terrifying place, where there are bleak screams everywhere.

　　 This huge pass is guarded by many ghosts and will be suppressed by ghosts. There are five big golden characters written on it-the eighteenth floor of hell!

　　 "Eighteen layers of hell?"

　　 Seeing those five big golden characters, Wu Hu was frightened. As long as the people of the world know that these eighteen layers of **** are the most terrifying in the whole hell.

　　 You must know that there are eighteen levels of hell, which are arranged according to the length of time of suffering and the level of crime and punishment. Each **** increases suffering 20 times and doubles life span compared with the previous one.

　　 And the eighteenth floor is also called "saw hell".

Anyone who cut corners, deceived others, kidnapped women and children, or traded unfairly, will be thrown into the "knife and saw hell" after death, and his clothes will be stripped off and tied to four wooden stakes in the shape of a "big" shape by the crotch. Start to the head and kill with a saw.

　　 Repeated the same horrible torture.

　　Because it is already a ghost, unless the soul is scattered, he will soon be resurrected in the resurrection pool of the eighteenth hell.

　　 "No, I don't want to enter the eighteenth hell, you must be mistaken, I was wronged!"

　　 Uncle Wu Hu shouted.

　　 Now Wu Hu really wants to run, but this chain is stuck in his neck, Wu Hu can't run at all.

"Hey hum hum... good and evil will be repaid in the end. It's not that the hour is not reported. You must be reported when the hour is reached. You can't make a mistake. Just be honest, and then yell, I will cut your tongue first. ."

　　 A ghost turned his head and looked at Wu Hu gloomily and shouted.

　　 The cold eyes were so cold that Wu Hu didn't dare to speak.

　　 Following a ghost messenger handing in a note, Wu Hu was taken into this "eighteen layers of hell."

　　 "No...no, I won't go in!"

　　 Wu Hu struggled, unwilling to enter this "eighteen hell".

　　 "Be honest!"

　　 A ghost chauffeur took out his whip and drew it at Wu Hu.

　　 Suddenly, Wu Hu had a kind of soul as if he was about to disperse, the whole person followed the ghost into the "eighteen layers of hell", vaguely, he saw the strange flowers blooming on both sides of it, extremely gorgeous...

　　 This reminds Wu Hu of something called "Bi An Flower".

　　 didn't know how long he had been walking, and walked to a place in a daze.

　　 "This...what is this place?"

"What is this place?"

　　 Wu Hu looked at the scene in horror!

In the world of four knives and saws in the front, all the targets are knives and saws. In the distance, there are many invisible knives and saws. The road in front of the saw is made up of knives. What's more terrifying is that there is another The mountain made up of knives and saws is so high that there is no end in sight!

　　 "Saw hell!"

　　 Seeing this mountain of swords and saws, Wu Hu's feet were so frightened that he was really in this "saw hell". When he thought of the terrible torture for 10,000 years, Wu Hu really seemed to die.

　　 It's a pity that he's dead now, now he's a ghost, he can't die anymore.

　　 "Give me over!"

　　 With a cold voice falling, Wu Hu only felt that his back was pushed down, and he stepped forward uncontrollably.

　　 Wu Hu stepped on the knife.

"what……"

　　The sharp sword pierced Wu Hu. At that moment, the sole of his foot was cut open, and the painful Wu Hu burst into tears and screamed.

　　 The pain caused Wu Hu's body to lose balance, and the whole person fell forward uncontrollably. Under the influence of instinct, Wu Hu hurriedly supported the ground with both hands.

　　 However, the goal was a sharp knife all over the floor. Wu Hu wanted to withdraw his hands in horror, but it was too late.

　　 "Puff puff......"

　　 With the sound of several cutting sounds, Wu Hu's palm was cut with a knife, his fingers were cut, and blood gushed out.

"what……"

　　 The huge pain caused Wu Hu to scream and tumble in the pile of knives. After turning over, a layer of skin was cut directly by the knife, and Wu Hu instantly became a blood man!

"what……"

"what……"

　　 Because of the huge pain, Wu Hu rolled around instinctively, but there were sharp knives everywhere on the ground, and he was stabbed by sharp knives wherever he rolled.

　　 For a time, Wu Hu's flesh and blood flew across, and soon the whole person was cut into bones, the bones broke, and turned into pieces of meat and slag. The blood stained the place where Wu Hu rolled over.

　　 What made Wu Hu most desperate was that he found that no matter how he felt the pain, the heart-wrenching pain just couldn't pass out or die.

　　 Even if his head was pierced by a knife dozens of times, the brain still came out, and he still couldn't die. All he could feel was the pain that pierced the heart.

　　 As if he could never get rid of the pain, even if it was torn apart!

"what……"

　　 With a miserable cry, Wu Hu's eyes turned black with conscious pain and lost consciousness.

　　 I don't know why. At this moment, Wu Hu feels fortunate. Now Wu Hu really doesn't want to be tortured as life is worse than death.

　　 "Finally died, is this a dash of soul?"

　　 Before losing consciousness, Wu Hu remembered the thought in his heart.

　　 Wu Hu has never had such an urge to want to die, even if he has become a ghost, Wu Hu still wants to die.

　　 But soon, Wu Hu found that his eyes lit up again, and he was still in the place where he was thrown before, only this time on top of these sharp knives.

　　 Wu Hu looked down and was horrified to find that his body was intact again!

　　 "I... Am I not dead yet?"

　　 Wu Hu is desperate.

　　 "To enter the sword and saw hell, there are only two ways to get out. The first is to wait for the sentence to expire and be sent out of this sword and saw hell..."

　　 At this time, Wu Hu's ears rang the ghostly voice.

　　 "Also...there is another one?"

　　 Wu Hu hurriedly asked.

　　 After all, Wu Hu remembers his sentence was 10,000 years.

　　 Now Wu Hu doesn't want to stay here anymore~www.wuxiaspot.com~ let alone stay for 10,000 years.

　　 Wu Hu couldn't imagine that he would endure this kind of torture for 10,000 years.

　　 "The other is to set foot on this mountain of swords and saw the sea. As long as you walk to the end of the mountain of swords and saws, you can leave this **** of swords and saws and regain the chance of reincarnation.

　　 The ghostly voice of ghost chased in Wu Hu's ears again.

　　 "To the end of the mountain of saws?"

　　 Wu Hu said subconsciously.

"If you want to go to the end of the mountain of saws and swords, just dream. The eighteenth floor of **** has existed so far, and no sinner can reach the end of the mountain of saws. !"

　　 With the ghost's voice falling, Wu Hu's body suddenly fell vertically from the air, the blade penetrated into the flesh, and the pain penetrated into the bone!

"what……"

　　 Wu Hu screamed, he couldn't hold back again, and rolled over, once again experiencing the pain of a thousand swords, flesh and blood, and broken bones!

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