OBS Chapter 565)
Chapter 565)
The audience who were watching the Douyin app witnessed the punishment suffered by Zhuang Qing.
[This...this is too scary! It makes my scalp tingle! ]
[We are just on the sixth floor! My legs are already weak from fear.]
[It’s over, it’s over. Yesterday I lied to my mom and told her that I had to pay 500 yuan for school tuition and miscellaneous fees. I hope I won’t go to hell after I die!]
[A fate worse than death is reflected in Zhuang Qing’s expression. 】
The seventh level of hell - the knife mountain hell. Zhuang Qing was dragged by an invisible and powerful force and forced to climb a knife mountain full of sharp blades.
This mountain of swords is towering into the clouds, steep and dangerous, and the blades flash a chilling cold light under the reflection of the hellfire.
Zhuang Qing looked at the terrifying mountain in front of him that was almost impossible to climb, and his body began to tremble involuntarily. Despair and fear followed him like a shadow.
He took a deep breath and stepped tremblingly onto the first blade.
In an instant, the sharp blade mercilessly cut his foot, and the piercing pain instantly spread throughout his body.
Zhuang Qing couldn't help but let out a shrill scream. The sound echoed in the empty hell, sounding particularly miserable.
However, this was just the beginning. He endured the severe pain, raised his other foot, and stepped on another blade again.
Blood gushed out from the wound like a fountain, flowing down the blade, and soon dyed the small area under his feet red.
Every time I lifted my foot and put it down, there were new wounds and more intense pain.
There was no trace of blood on Zhuang Qing's face, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down like rain, mixed with tears and blood.
His eyes were filled with pain and helplessness, but the force that forced him to move forward was merciless, constantly driving him to climb upwards.
He grasped the blade tightly with both hands, trying to find some support and balance, but his hands were soon cut and bleeding.
The sharp pain made his consciousness begin to blur, and he felt as if he was in a nightmare from which he could never wake up.
Zhuang Qing raised his head with difficulty, looking at the mountain that seemed to be impossible to climb to the top, his heart filled with despair.
Every step forward feels like a desperate fight with death.
The soles of his feet had been cut into a bloody mess, and one could almost see the white bones. The blood under his feet had dyed the entire mountain of knives bright red, which was a shocking sight.
Zhuang Qing’s painful howls and heavy breathing echoed in hell.
His body was crumbling and it seemed that he would roll off the mountain of knives at any time, but the cruel force did not allow him to retreat or stop at all.
The evil ghosts around were baring their fangs and waving their claws, making bursts of hideous laughter, as if they were mocking Zhuang Qing's miserable situation.
"I was wrong...I was wrong...Please...Please...Please let me go..."
The eighth level of hell - the iceberg hell. Zhuang Qing had just come down from the knife mountain full of sharp blades and blood, exhausted both physically and mentally. Before he could even catch his breath, he was mercilessly thrown into the freezing cold iceberg again.
In an instant, an extremely cold breath rushed into every pore of his body like a fierce snake, piercing his soul mercilessly.
The coldness was not like ordinary ice cold, but a kind of severe cold that could penetrate deep into the heart and freeze one's bones.
Zhuang Qing's body, which was already covered with scars from being tortured by the sword mountain, felt the pain doubled instantly under the invasion of the cold.
As soon as he touched the skin of the iceberg, he was immediately frozen stiff, and the blood on the wound seemed to solidify in an instant.
The torture of ice and fire brought Zhuang Qing's pain to a new peak.
He wanted to shout loudly, but his throat seemed to be frozen and he couldn't make any sound.
Zhuang Qing tried to struggle to move his body, looking for a place that was a little warmer or less cold, but there was solid ice all around and there was no possibility of escape.
His limbs gradually became numb and lost sensation, as if they no longer belonged to him.
Every slight movement brought excruciating pain, as if countless ice knives were cutting his body.
The cold breath was like the tentacles of a demon, tightly wrapping around his soul.
Zhuang Qing's consciousness began to blur, and various scenes from his previous life kept flashing through his mind.
All the mistakes, negligence and sins of the past reappeared at this moment like a movie...
His body was shaking and his teeth were chattering, making a clicking sound.
The cold continued to erode his body, from skin to muscles to internal organs, leaving nothing spared.
His heart beat slowly and heavily, and every beat was accompanied by severe pain, as if it would stop at any moment.
The life disappeared from Zhuang Qing's eyes, leaving only emptiness and confusion.
He wanted to curl up, but found that his body was no longer under his control. The cold air from the iceberg continued to penetrate, making him feel that he was gradually turning into a lifeless ice sculpture.
The bone-deep cold not only tortured his body, but also destroyed his spirit.
Zhuang Qing didn’t know how long he could hold on, nor did he know when this pain would end.
The ninth level of hell - the oil pan hell. In this gloomy and terrifying hell, there stands an enormous oil pan, with a raging fire burning wildly at the bottom of the pan, the oil in the pan boiling and billowing with thick smoke, and the pungent smell of oil smoke fills the entire space.
Zhuang Qing was extremely weak, and before he could recover from the previous torture, he was ruthlessly grabbed by the hideous evil ghost. Without any mercy or hesitation, he was thrown directly into the boiling oil pan.
As soon as Zhuang Qing's body touched the hot oil, a horrible "sizzling" sound was heard and severe pain came like a tidal wave.
His skin quickly bubbled and cracked in the hot oil, leaving hideous cuts. The blood evaporated instantly due to the high temperature before it could flow out.
The pain was indescribable, as if thousands of red-hot blades were cutting every inch of his skin at the same time.
Zhuang Qing instinctively wanted to struggle and escape from this terrible oil pan, but the hot oil had already made his body out of control. Every time he twisted his body, he would only sink deeper into the oil pan and suffer more serious burns.
The hot oil quickly penetrated into his muscle tissue, causing his muscles to tighten and twist, making a creepy "sizzling" sound.
His face was already unrecognizable, with his facial features distorted beyond human form. Howls of pain struggled to burst out from his throat, which was filled with hot oil, but were drowned out by the sound of the oil pan boiling.
Zhuang Qing's consciousness gradually became blurred in extreme pain, but the severe pain in his body brought him back to reality again and again.
He felt like his soul was being roasted in this boiling oil pan, and every second seemed as long as a century.
The evil spirits around watched all this with indifference. There was not a trace of sympathy in their eyes, only enjoyment of Zhuang Qing's pain and punishment for his sins.
Zhuang Qing's body was torn apart and his bones became crispy due to the high temperature.
His former strength and resistance were useless in this frying pan hell, and he could only allow the pain to continue to intensify and continue to devour his life.
Zhuang Qing in the frying pan was no longer a complete person. His body gradually became fragmented, but the torture of hell did not stop.
Every drop of oil was like the devil's saliva, greedily devouring his pain and despair.
The tenth level of hell - Niukeng hell. This is a dark and bloody area. Zhuang Qing collapsed to the ground weakly, and he has not recovered from the torture of the previous nine levels of hell.
Suddenly, a dull sound of hoofbeats came from far away, shaking the ground slightly.
Zhuang Qing looked up in horror, only to see a group of ferocious bison rushing towards him like a black torrent.
The bison had red eyes, heavy breaths coming out of their nostrils, and their sharp horns flashed cold light, as if they were messengers of revenge from the depths of hell.
“Ah!” Zhuang Qing’s eyes widened. “Why! Why did I have to come to this level of hell? I’m not even allowed to eat beef!”
The evil ghost on the side sneered: "Don't you know what you have done?"
"In order to seize someone's land, you slaughtered their ploughing cow in the middle of the night!"
"Don't worry, hell is the most fair. It will not let any bad guy go!"
The leading bison accelerated instantly and rushed straight towards Zhuang Qing like a cannonball.
Zhuang Qing tried to dodge, but his wounded body made it impossible for him to make any agile movements.
The bison's horns hit him hard in the abdomen, and the huge impact force threw him into the air and then fell heavily to the ground.
Before Zhuang Qing could recover from the shock, other bison had already arrived.
They trampled on him mercilessly with their hooves, each blow carrying a tremendous force.
Zhuang Qing's ribs broke under the heavy blow and pierced his internal organs. The severe pain made him scream in despair.
The bison seemed to be enraged by Zhuang Qing's screams and attacked more fiercely.
Some of the bison used their horns to pick him up and threw him away fiercely; others ran around him and hit him with their strong bodies.
Zhuang Qing's body rolled and twisted like a rag doll under the attack of the bison.
His clothes were already torn to pieces, and his body was covered with wounds of varying sizes. Blood was constantly pouring out, staining the ground beneath him red. Zhuang Qing's eyes gradually lost their luster, and his consciousness became blurred in waves of severe pain.
However, the bison did not stop torturing him just because he was dying.
They continued to trample his body with their hard hooves, as if they wanted to crush him completely in this hell.
Zhuang Qing's limbs were broken and hung limply on both sides of his body. Every time the bison trampled on him, his body fell into a deeper abyss of pain.
Blood and foam kept gushing out of his mouth, and only faint and hoarse whimpers could be heard from his throat.
Zhuang Qing tried to beg for mercy, tried to pray for a little mercy, but in this ruthless Niukeng hell, there was no sympathy, no mercy, only endless pain and torture.
The fire of Zhuang Qing's life gradually went out under the crazy attack of the bison, and his body was so broken that it was almost unrecognizable.
But the bison seemed unsatisfied and continued to surround him, using their horns and hooves to inflict cruel atrocities.
The eleventh level of hell - the hell of rock pressure.
Zhuang Qing was unable to describe his feelings at this moment, he just wanted to cry.
Suddenly, a low roar sounded from the depths of hell, and the sound grew louder and louder, as if the whole hell was shaking.
Zhuang Qing raised his head numbly, and saw a huge stone looming in the darkness above, slowly descending with the momentum of destroying everything.
The stone is huge, like a small hill, with a rough and rugged surface, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.
Zhuang Qing subconsciously struggled to escape, but his broken body had long since lost control, and every effort only brought more intense pain.
The stone fell faster and faster, whistling towards Zhuang Qing.
Instantly, the boulder mercilessly smashed on Zhuang Qing's body. First, there was a horrifying sound of bones breaking, and Zhuang Qing's spine broke instantly under the huge pressure, followed by his ribs, which were shattered one by one and pierced his internal organs.
His limbs were twisted and deformed, bones pierced through muscles, and blood splattered everywhere.
The intense pain came like a tide, and Zhuang Qing felt as if his body was put into a huge grinding machine. Every inch of his bones and every muscle was under unimaginable pressure.
His eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets and his mouth opened wide, but no sound came out.
The huge rock continued to press down, and Zhuang Qing's internal organs were squeezed into a mass of paste, his heart and lungs ruptured, and his liver shattered.
His body was no longer in human form and was completely buried by the boulder, with only some blood slowly seeping out from the edge of the stone.
“Hehehe~” The evil ghost looked at Zhuang Qing and taunted him mercilessly, “Scumbags should be crushed into scum!”
"Please...please...kill...kill me...kill me..."
“Hehehe! This is hell, and it’s just the beginning! From now on, I will take you to experience it from the first floor to the eighteenth floor every day, over and over again!”
Zhuang Qing suddenly thought that what he had said to Shen Sangning was so ridiculous.
"My life is worth it..."
"If I knew I would be treated like this after I died..."
Zhuang Qing suddenly longed for reincarnation, but now, even being an animal in the next life has become a luxury.
"How can you let me go... Can you help me? I beg you..." After saying this, Zhuang Qing was stunned.
He had heard the same thing too many times.
But it was others who prayed to him...
At this moment, Zhuang Qing seemed to feel the despair of those people at that time.
Zhuang Qing's eyes gradually became empty and lifeless, tears mixed with blood flowed down his cheeks. He knew that he had fallen into an abyss of no return and there was no possibility of redemption.
The evil spirits gathered around him, looking at his miserable condition and laughing even more wantonly.
Zhuang Qing's heart was filled with endless regret. He thought of those people who had been bullied and persecuted by him. Their desperate eyes and bitter pleas were so similar to his own at that moment.
"I was wrong, I was really wrong..." Zhuang Qing muttered to himself, his voice weak and trembling. But this belated confession seemed so pale and powerless in this hell.