I am a fairy

Chapter 51: Not Fearful of Ghosts and Gods
The terrifying dark ghost moved again.

The ghost looked down at the evil man kneeling on the ground and pointed inside the cave, meaning for him to go in as well.

"Hey hey hey~"

The villain realized that this was to send him in to be punished.

In other words, let him choose a punishment to pay for the sins he committed in the world.

The villain was so scared that his back went cold and he waved his hands repeatedly.

"No, no, no."

"How could it be possible to be trapped in a stone like this, unable to move for eternity?"

The ghost stared at him intently, and the evil man swallowed his saliva.

but.

What he didn't expect was that the ghost did not force him, but led him to continue walking forward.

The villain felt that he had escaped death, and he actually took the initiative and followed the ghost forward.

Through the deep cave.

Entered another passage.

Next, the villain didn't know how long he walked. In the darkness, he could neither tell the time nor the distance.

I just felt that everything was hazy and I was in a daze.

"Bang!"

"Buzz~"

"Bang!"

"Buzz~"

The villain was awakened by a strange noise, and then found himself in a deeper cave underground.

Along with the sound, something was approaching in the darkness.

When it came to the front, I looked carefully and saw a strange object made of gold and iron, running back and forth along the double tracks laid with wood.

The ghost pointed at the wooden rail and asked him to lie on it, and swung the chain as if to lock him on it.

When the "divine eyes" of ghosts and gods swept across, the boundary between the yin and yang worlds became blurred.

The villain immediately saw the ground covered with the shadows of ghosts that had been crushed into pieces. Those shadows were stuck to the ground, seeming to exist and yet not exist, blurry and appearing and disappearing from time to time.

The image flashed by and his mortal eyes could no longer see it.

but.

But a voice came to my ear.

"Where's my head? Where's my head?"

"Feet. Ah, my feet."

“It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much.”

"My intestines, put my intestines back in. My stomach is empty. I'm hungry."

There were miserable cries, each one revealing despair.

Only then did he realize that this thing was actually a torture device.

If I were tied to it, I would be crushed into several pieces over and over again. Moreover, it would not be just a matter of being crushed into several pieces. Instead, I would have to lie here and be crushed continuously, with no freedom for the rest of my life.

"No, no, no, this is not possible."

“That’s not possible.”

The villain imagined the miserable scene of himself crawling around with his waist crushed, cut into two pieces and his intestines scattered all over the ground.

The one in front, being cast in stone, is uncomfortable and immobile, but this kind of punishment is clearly intended to make you constantly endure the most painful death.

The villain felt that he could not even stand steadily, and his body was tilted, as if his spine had been pulled out and twisted into a snake.

At this moment.

The villain spoke to the ghost with tears in his eyes, like a wronged young wife.

"I can't do it, I can't do it!"

"Killing people is not enough. This way of dying is endless. Lingchi is only a few thousand cuts. This is even more miserable than Lingchi!"

"And if this thing is crushed in two, there won't be a complete person left. This way of dying is unacceptable, unacceptable!"

He begged, using a humble voice he had never used before.

"Change it!"

"another!"

Neither does this.

The huge ghost god fulfilled his wish and led him down with a chain.

After passing through a long underground passage, there is another cave.

They came to a half-repaired stone bridge.

just.

The river water under the stone bridge sounded very strange, and there was even a rolling sound.

The villain was dragged to the riverside. As he walked, he looked into the river.

"Puff puff~"

"Cuckoo~"

The villain discovered that the water in the river was boiling, with steam rising from it.

The ghost stopped in front of the stone bridge and pointed at the boiling river water. His meaning was very clear, telling the evil man to jump in.

The "divine eyes" of ghosts and gods swept across, cutting through the yin and yang.

Now, the scene in the river became clearer.

There were clearly dead people struggling and shouting in the boiling water.

Some of them were boiled to the point of their skin and flesh being torn apart, exposing their bones, while others had large blisters all over their faces, making them unrecognizable.

"It's so hot, it's burning me to death."

"Pull me up, pull me up, save me."

"It's too hot. I can't stand it."

The ghost held him up with chains, so the villain was dragged closer and closer by the chains, with half of his foot hanging in the air over the river.

He tried hard to keep his footing, leaned over and stared with fear at the almost boiling water.

Those who were being tortured in the river also saw the evil man, so they stretched their hands upwards desperately, as if they wanted the evil man to pull them up.

The wicked man felt like his face was about to get blisters from the scalding hot air.

If this falls, the people below will be his next victims.

"No, no, no!"

"This is boiling water, it's boiling water!"

He desperately wanted to stay away from the boiling river and begged again and again.

"If this goes down, the whole person will be cooked."

"No, no, no, this one won't work either."

The villain was then dragged away from the boiling river and onto the broken bridge.

After a gust of wind, the villain came to the other side in a daze.

This time, they passed through a completely enclosed cave and went down through a square, enclosed passage. But for some reason, the villain felt hotter and hotter, and he could hardly bear it.

After coming out of the passage, he saw fire and thick smoke in the distance.

The fire was still far away in the sky when the villain heard the roars and shouts of countless people.

"Oh, don't burn me, don't burn me."

"It hurts me."

"Kill me, let me die!"

"It's burning me, it's burning me."

"..."

The voices of millions of people merged together to present a picture of hellfire.

Just listen to the sound.

It seemed as if he knew what a horrifying scene lay ahead.

At this moment, he also realized that the deeper he went into this dark place, the heavier and more terrifying the punishment would be.

The punishment that he had thought was terrible at first became insignificant after he got there.

He thought he could avoid it or alleviate the pain by going downstairs.

But he didn't expect that the further he went, the more cruel the choices he faced, but he could no longer turn back.

He thought that the ghost was taking pity on him and giving him a choice, but in fact it was dragging him step by step, dragging him towards the depths of the most terrifying underworld.

"This ghost!"

"I wish I wouldn't be chosen and be the last one to be chosen!"

The moment he realized the truth in his mind, his legs were so weak that he couldn't even get up from the ground.

But the ghost still dragged him forward, as if dragging a corpse.

He couldn't escape by lying down, but was getting closer and closer to the most terrible punishment. The evil man could only shout.

"No, this won't work."

"Let me go please!"

"Please spare me, please spare me!"

This won't work, and that won't work either.

This time, the ghosts and gods seemed angry.

He bared his bloody mouth at him and roared, then dragged him forward with all his strength.

He once said that he was not afraid of death, and that if his head fell off it would only leave a scar the size of a bowl.

But now, death is only the beginning of something more terrible. The pain of every punishment here is far worse than death.

His tears and nose were streaming, and his voice became soft. He shouted in a shrill voice like a little woman, but his shouts were weak.

"I don't dare anymore."

"I will never dare to offend the gods again. I will never dare to do that again. I know I am powerful and I know I am wrong."

"Or, just let me die!"

For the first time, he felt that death was such a wonderful thing. However, the thought that this was the underworld and he would still come here after death made him feel desperate.

Finally, the evil man struggled hard and begged the ghost who was dragging him in chains towards the fire and smoke.

The villain's tears wet his face, his nose was running long, his expression was as sad as it could be, and he wailed in grievance just like Dou E.

"Or, send me back!"

"It would be better to cast me in stone than to burn in this fire."

"I can endure the punishment of having my body torn apart, or even soak in boiling water."

"No, I don't want to go!"

"Let me go, I don't want to go over there!"

The villain's shrill screams echoed underground.

This evil man who was not afraid of life or death, ghosts or gods, and had a vicious temper, was crying so hard at this moment that the sky was dark and his howling was almost as loud as frost in June.

Finally, his eyes turned white, his legs twitched, and feces and urine flowed everywhere.

Everything went dark before my eyes and I lost consciousness again.

(End of this chapter)