Chapter 251

Xie Bi An looked at Fan Wu She’s unhidden intention to kill. He was really worried that if he saw the execution officer, he would lose control, even more out of control than when he saw Qi Mo Ke just now. However, in order to find Lan Chui Han, there seemed to be no other way. Xie Bi An quietly touched the Heavenly Secret Talisman in his hands. With the Heavenly Secret Talisman in his own hands, at least he was a little more certain. Fan Wu She couldn’t go so far as to destroy all of hell.

"How do I find the execution officer?"

"Go to his favorite torture room."

Hearing the two words "torture room", Xie Bi An's heart sank. He had not yet recovered from the scene he just saw.

"He likes blood. Compared to the other execution officers who torture prisoners in different ways, he purely likes blood“ Fan Wu She clenched the sword in his hand tightly.

"If Brother Lan is in his hands..."

"Perhaps, but as long as Jiang Qu Lian does not want Lan Chui Han to die, he will not use extreme torture instruments because the flesh of the living cannot recover infinitely."

Xie Bi An had some extreme associations in his mind. He shivered: "Let's go as quickly as possible."

The two shuttled through the torture rooms, which were spread all over the place, occasionally encountering execution officers or Yin servants. They easily muddled through with their disguises. The deeper they went, the bigger the torture rooms. The heat of the blazing lava made it difficult for people to breathe. A living person in such an environment probably could not survive for a day even if he had deep cultivation.

Fan Wu She finally stopped in front of a huge torture room. The stone walls here extended on both sides and the end could not be seen. The stone door was towering and weighed more than ten thousand jins. There were numerous honeycomb-like holes on the walls of volcanic rock. They were like eyes that harbored malicious intentions, covering every wall in all directions. When placing oneself among them, there was an illusion of getting pierced by evil eyes, which was chilling.

Fan Wu She put his hand on the stone door. He looked back at Xie Bi An. Despite the ghost mask covering his face, it could not block his sharp eyes. They fell on Xie Bi An's face, as if questioning something.

Xie Bi An understood the meaning of those eyes: "I am ready."

The heavy stone door was easily pushed open to provide a gap to go through. Before they had time to step inside, the things inside ---- heat, screams, shouts, blood, putrid, and resentment had already poured out, almost drowning and knocking them down.

In front of them was a large cave, supported by nine dragon* stone pillars. The nine dragon pillars were arranged in three rows, which were complementary to the giant formation on the ground. That spell formation was so huge and complicated that it was the only one Xie Bi An had ever seen in his life. The center of the formation was as deep as a kennel. The totems formed by countless talismans were like the veins of leaves, which were closely connected with the center of the formation as the trunk. They were actually the mainstream and tributaries of a bloody river, in which the stinky blood flowed, and finally converged to the thickest black dragon column in the middle of the Nine Dragons Formation. Under the black dragon column was a blood pool, which was the eye of this formation.

On each dragon pillar, there was more than one human soul tied up. The big and small execution officers were peeling their skin and cutting their flesh and bones, and the blood flowed continuously into the Nine Dragons Blood Formation.

Xie Bi An felt his hair stand up. That heat which was mixed with the stench made his stomach churned.

Fan Wu She gasped and walked in slowly step by step.

Directly west of the cave, there was a throne made of volcanic rock. There was one mountain of flesh half-lying on the throne.

Qi Mo Ke was only two people tall, and this mountain of flesh was really like a small hill. The body was incredibly fat with layers of bare, white flesh stacked straight to the ground. What's more, he had six arms which emitted a dense Yin energy that perfectly matched its size. A group of small ghosts were surrounding him and wiping his body.

How could such cultivation be an ordinary execution officer? He was clearly a ghost king. Xie Bi An immediately guessed his identity. He was a legendary general under Jiang Qu Lian-----the White Ghost.

And for Fan Wu She, he was the chief execution officer of the Infernal Hell who commanded all execution officers.

The two walked up to the throne of the flesh mountain.

"What do you come here for?" Mo Shang Cun, the White Ghost King, spoke slowly. His voice was like a great bell*.

When the Yin servants came here, they either sent or retrieved people. They were not escorting someone, so naturally they were here to retrieve someone.

"Retrieving someone." Fan Wu She was the first to speak. The volume was obviously not loud, but it clearly transmitted to every corner of the stone cave.

Mo Shang Cun sensed that something was wrong. Such inner strength was definitely not something an ordinary Yin servant would have. He raised his neck and looked carefully at the two. A pair of eyes were barely visible in the thin slit between the fats, yet they were sharp and bright: "As far as I know. No one has completed their sentence recently." He wrinkled his nose and let out a puzzled snort.

"Retrieve people." Fan Wu She’s eyes looking at Mo Shang Cun's gaze could be rated as ferocious, just that they were slightly concealed by the mask. Otherwise, such a look alone was already enough to scare a million ghosts.

Mo Shang Cun suddenly thought: "No, it's the smell of the living!"

The execution officers in the stone cave looked over in surprise.

Fan Wu She took off his mask. While tossing it, it fell into the pool of blood.

"...It’s you." Mo Shang Cun’s pile of fat on his face was not supposed to have an expression, but everyone could see his tension. He immediately laughed, "It's you, it's really you. Your Holiness has some good skills. You really actually came back."

"It's only natural to do what I said."

"From that moment I heard that Your Holiness was reborn as a human, I knew that you would definitely come back and find us." Mo Shang Cun laughed grimly, "I've been in the Infernal Hell for a thousand years. No one has ever gone and returned. You have lived up to your arrogant words." His gaze fell on Xie Bi An, "Then this person must be the reincarnation of Emperor Kong Hua. "

Xie Bi An also took off his mask and looked coldly at Mo Shang Cun.

"Although it is the first time that the emperor has seen me, I am very familiar with the emperor. Almost like an old friend." Mo Shang Cun laughed strangely, "After all, during the hundred years when the Supreme Demon was tortured in the infernal hell, you were the one who came out of his mouth repeatedly."

Fan Wu She's spiritual pressure soared. His eyes were burning like torches. The black death aura suddenly curled up around his body.

"Wu She." Xie Bi An called out in a low voice.

This call barely helped Fan Wu She suppress the raging hatred, but his fists still crackled from the clenching.

"Does Your Holiness still remember how you cried out for help?" Mo Shang Cun tsked twice, "It's a pity that your big brother never came to your rescue."

Xie Bi An's breathing became rapid.

Fan Wu She made a cold, gnashing voice: "Mo Shang Cun, I came back, and you're about to become them."

He was referring to the sinful ghosts who were being tortured.

Mo Shang Cun laughed, "Infernal Hell is my territory. I personally saw you as a newborn child at my mercy, do you think I will be afraid of you?"

"You will." Fan Wu She's sword blade was unsheathed.

The fatty flesh on Mo Shang Cun's body trembled. His six arms lifted warily at the same time: "You didn’t come back specifically to seek revenge on us, right?"

"Where's Lan Chui Han?" Xie Bi An shouted.

"Hahaha, so it's really about that living person." Mo Shang Cun said coldly, "The Red King ordered me to 'entertain' him well, how dare I disobey the order?"

"What have you done to him!?" Xie Bi An said sternly, "Where is he now!?"

"Naturally he is here, let's see if you have the ability to find him."

Xie Bi An also drew out his sword: "Let's see if you have the ability to hide him!"

"Don't rush." Mo Shang Cun's eyes almost narrowed into a slit, "I still want to reminisce with Your Holiness." He randomly grabbed a nearby ghost with one hand, blew on the terrified ghost, and threw it in front of Fan Wu She and Xie Bi An.

They saw the ghost’s skeleton and face changed rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into Fan Wu She's appearance, just that he had disheveled hair and a dirty face. His long hair was scattered, and there was not a single piece of intact flesh on his body. Not knowing how many knives he had been stabbed with, he was so bloody. He shook unsteadily and knelt in front of the two like that.

Xie Bi An was so shocked that he took a step back. Fan Wu She looked down at “himself" in front of him, and the black aura quietly climbed up in his eyes.

"It hurts ..." That little kid turned into Fan Wu She, no, to be precise, Zong Zi Xiao, and let out a low moan, "It hurts, big brother." He raised his head and looked at Xie Bi An with tears in his eyes. His eyes were filled with fear and pleading.

Xie Bi An's whole body trembled. His pupils contracted, as if someone had instantly grabbed his throat. He could neither make a sound nor gasp for breath. He felt the urge to escape from this place, but his two feet could not move, as if they had grown roots.

"Big brother, it hurts. Xiao Jiu hurts..." ‘Zong Zi Xiao’ couldn’t stop wailing, "Big brother, help me. Please help me, big brother!"

Xie Bi An staggered back again, as if the thing in front of him would eat people, take out his heart and gnaw it clean.

Mo Shang Cun grabbed two more ghosts and threw them down again. One turned into Zong Zi Xiao in a magma pool, who was already melted beyond human form, with his mouth wide open and howled dryly, yet unable to make a sound, and one turned into Zong Zi Xiao burned by fire, which was a black and scorched mass, crying out heartbreakingly in the blazing flames: "Big brother, big brother, help me------"

Xie Bi An's eyes were about to crack. His internal organs were as if ripped out of his abdomen and cut into pieces one by one.

Those three ghosts changed their forms under Mo Shang Cun's control, recreating the torture that Zong Zi Xiao had suffered during his hundred years in the Infernal Hell.

"Big brother, save me, I'm wrong, I'm in pain, big brother----"

"Big brother, save Xiao Jiu, save me-----"

"Big brother, big brother, big brother, save me----"

"AAAAAHHHHHH----" Xie Bi An held his head and yelled, unable to bear what he saw and heard. That "Big Brother, help me" was like a never-ending curse that broke his will completely. Xiao Jiu was asking him for help. His Xiao Jiu was asking for help, but he couldn't do anything, but he never heard it, and never showed up.

Xiao Jiu must have hurt a lot, must have been very scared, must have been feeling very hopeless, but he had never appeared. So, in a moment, a day, a year, a decade, a hundred years, his Xiao Jiu suffered through a hundred years of infernal hell just like this.

A bloody hundred years soaked with pain and despair.

Why should he see these!? Why is there nothing he can do!? Why does God want to torture him and the one he loves the most like this!?

 

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PS: AAaaAaaAaAHHHHHHHHHH  (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻

PS from Emzie: ಥ_ಥ

 

nine dragon*[九龙]---a legendary beast

voice was like a great bell*[声如洪钟]---voice was loud and clear/resonating

 

Edited on 26 June 21 (Emzie)

 

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