The Local Lazy Man System

"Yan...Yan Luodian, I... Am I dead? Have I arrived in the underworld?"

Looking at the three big characters of "Yan Luodian", and the relief sculptures of many evil spirits on the bronze gate, and the bull's head and horse faces on both sides, Wu Hu's feet softened, and he sat on the ground.

Wu Hu muttered to himself with a pale face.

"Good people do not deceive the sky, and evil people do not fear the sky."

The couplets on this bronze gate are particularly conspicuous.

"Come in!"

Suddenly a dark wind came, and Wu Hu heard a hair-raising voice in his ears, and Wu Hu immediately drifted uncontrollably into the "Yan Luo Palace".

"No……"

Wu Hu yelled in fear.

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

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

The whole body of Yan Luodian was pitch black, exuding bursts of pure Yin energy, very gloomy.

"Male, Wu Hu, 48 years old, a native of Xianyan County, Hu Province. He recruited wicked people to commit crimes and defraud other people's money. His crimes were heinous. He was sent to hell with a knife and saw and suffered 10,000 years of torture..."

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

Wu Hu wanted to look up, wanted to complain, but found that he couldn't open his mouth, and his head seemed to be weighed down by a thousand catties. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lift his head. Huge figure. .

As the cold voice fell, Wu Hu was taken out of the Palace of Hades by the ghost messenger while he was staring in confusion. Just like that, with the iron chain stuck around his neck, he was led by the ghost messenger to wander in the dark hell.

The gloomy aura made Wu Hu feel chilly all over, but unfortunately, the icy ghost guard ignored Wu Hu at all and dragged Wu Hu to float down.

I don't know how long it took, a few seconds, maybe a century, anyway, Wu Hu couldn't tell the time, and came to a very eerie place, where there were desolate screams everywhere.

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

"Eighteen layers of hell?"

Seeing those five big gold characters, Wu Hu was frightened immediately. Anyone in the world knows that these eighteen levels of hell are the scariest of all hells.

We must know that there are eighteen levels of hell, which are arranged according to the length of time of suffering and the degree of punishment. Each hell has twenty times more suffering and double life expectancy than the previous one.

And the eighteenth floor is also called "Saw Hell".

Anyone who cuts corners, cheats, abducts women and children, and trades unfairly will be thrown into the "knife and saw hell" after death. The clothes of the comer will be stripped and tied to four wooden stakes in the shape of "big". From the beginning to the head, use a saw to kill.

The same horrific torture was repeated in this way.

Because it is already a ghost, unless the soul flies away, otherwise it will die and will soon be resurrected on the resurrection pool of the eighteenth floor of hell.

"No, I don't want to go to the eighteenth floor of hell, you must have made a mistake, I was wronged!"

Uncle Wu Hu shouted.

Now Wu Hu really wanted to run, but the iron chain was stuck around his neck, so Wu Hu couldn't run at all.

"Hmph... good and evil will be rewarded in the end. It's not that the time has not come for not reporting. When the time comes, you will definitely be rewarded. You can't make a mistake. Be honest with me. If you keep yelling, I will cut off your tongue first. .”

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

The cold look in his eyes was so cold that Wu Hu didn't dare to speak.

After a ghost messenger handed in a note, Wu Hu was brought into the "eighteen levels of hell".

"No...no, I won't go in!"

Wu Hu struggled, unwilling to enter the "eighteen levels of hell".

"Be honest with me!"

A ghost messenger took out his leather whip and whipped it at Wu Hu's body.

Immediately, Wu Hu felt as if his soul was going to fly away, and he followed the ghost into the "Eighteen Hells". In a vague way, he saw strange flowers blooming on both sides, which were extremely gorgeous...

This reminded Wu Hu of a kind called "Bi An Hua".

I don't know how long I walked, but I came to a place in a daze.

"This... what is this place?"

"What is this place?"

Wu Hu looked at the scene in front of him in horror!

In the front four worlds of knives and saws, the purpose of entry is knives and saws. In the distance, there are endless knives and saws. The road in front of you is composed of knives. The mountain of knives and saws soars into the sky with no end in sight!

"Saw the hell!"

Seeing the mountain made of knives and saws, Wu Hu's feet were so frightened that he really went to this "knife and saw hell". When he thought of suffering such terrible torture for 10,000 years, Wu Hu really seemed to die.

It's a pity that he is dead now, he is a ghost now, and he can no longer die.

"Let me go there!"

As a cold voice fell, Wu Hu only felt his back being pushed, and he stepped forward uncontrollably.

Wu Hu stepped on the knife.

"what……"

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

The pain caused Wu Hu's body to lose balance, and he fell forward uncontrollably. Under the action of instinct, Wu Hu hurriedly supported the ground with his hands.

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

"Puff..."

With the sound of cutting several times, Wu Hu's palm was cut open by the knife, his fingers were cut off, and blood gushed out.

"what……"

The great pain made Wu Hu scream and roll in the pile of knives. When he turned over, a layer of skin was cut off by the knife, and Wu Hu became a bloody man in an instant!

"what……"

"what……"

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

For a moment, Wu Hu's flesh and blood flew all over the place, and soon his whole body was sliced ​​into bones. The bones were broken and turned into pieces of meat all over the place. The place where Wu Hu rolled over was stained red with blood.

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

Even if the head was pierced dozens of times with a knife, and all the brains came out, he still couldn't die, and all he could feel was the piercing pain.

It was as if he would never be able to get rid of this pain, even if his body was smashed to pieces!

"what……"

With a miserable cry, Wu Hu consciously felt the pain, his eyes darkened, and he lost consciousness.

I don't know why, at this moment, Wu Hu felt lucky, now Wu Hu really doesn't want to be tortured like this life is worse than death.

"Finally dead, is this the soul flying away?"

Before losing consciousness, the thoughts in Wu Hu's mind came to mind.

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 at the place where he was thrown before, but this time he was above these sharp knives.

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

"I... I'm not dead yet?"

Wu Hu was desperate.

"Entering the knife-saw hell, there are only two ways to get out. The first is to wait until the sentence expires and be sent out of this knife-saw hell..."

At this time, Wu Hu's ears sounded the ghost's gloomy voice.

"And...is there another kind?"

Wu Hu asked hastily.

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

Now Wu Hu doesn't want to stay here for a moment, let alone for ten thousand years.

Thinking of having to endure this kind of torture for ten thousand years, Wu Hu couldn't even imagine it.

"There is another way to step on this mountain of knives and see the sea. As long as you walk to the end of the mountain of knives and saws, you can leave this hell of knives and saws and regain the chance of reincarnation."

Guichai's gloomy voice rang in Wu Hu's ears again.

"Walk to the end of the mountain of knives and saws?"

Wu Hu read subconsciously.

"If you want to go to the end of the mountain of saws and knives, you have to dream. The eighteenth floor of hell has existed so far, and no sinner has been able to go to the end of the mountain of saws and knives. It is impossible for you. You should be punished here obediently." !"

As the ghost messenger's voice fell, Wu Hu's body suddenly fell vertically from the air, the blade pierced into the flesh, and the pain pierced into the bone!

"what……"

Wu Hu screamed, couldn't hold back again, rolled over, and once again experienced the pain of being hacked into pieces, flesh and blood flying, and bones shattered!

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