(High-energy warning in front: This chapter has a slightly heavy taste, and those with poor spirits, please watch it as appropriate~~ There are also some fake characters, and I typed the * number. Smart people should understand what I actually want to say~)

Suddenly, the vision became clear, and the blood mist that dispersed on its own made Gu Ya see clearly the scenery that appeared in front of him, as if he could see everything in the world clearly, and even more accurately, it would take everything into the depths of his soul.

However, sometimes, if the vision is too broad and clear, and it is very small within thousands of miles, it may not be a good thing. For example, Gu Ya, who can't help but vomiting wildly now, fortunately, the liquid thunder directly annihilated the vomit and did not even leave any gas.

The sea of ​​blood corpse mountain, the unspeakable strange world is full of blood and corpses. The bright red steps, bright red street lights, bright red carpets, and the spiral space violates the gravity of the earth. The corpses above the head are piled up like garbage and do not drop a trace of blood.

Of course, this is not a scene that makes Gu Ya vomit. If it were just these, it would only make Gu Ya frown and feel uncomfortable. What really makes Gu Ya feel sick is the nightmare scene of the next three levels that arrived at on the spiral steps not far away.

The second floor was filled with the sound of iron tools hitting and grinding, and naturally, the wailing and screaming sounds resounding throughout the floor. The vivid humans were tied to strange props and were treated with strong men with exactly the same body with straps to extremely cruelly.

Locked in the Iron Lady (also known as a claw, a kind of inhuman torture instrument), the eyeball has been pierced by iron nails, and the red and black liquid mixed with liquid flows out. Unlike closing the left and right doors covered with iron nails at one time to end the journey to hell, the faceless man keeps opening and closing, and each time he closes, he will go down just one inch deeper than the last time. Every time he opens, he will pour spicy hot oil or delicate salt powder, allowing them to fully feel what life is worse than death, and finally end the journey of life in endless wails.

On the wooden bed, people struggled tightly but had no effect. They watched the falling drill bits penetrate the body and the wooden board. First, the limbs were crushed inch by inch, and then the torso gradually grind, and they would not stop even if they died, until the whole body was drilled into a pool of sticky blood. The hollow wooden boards on the side were covered with blood, and they were piled up in chaos, covered by countless insects and flies.

Hanging upside down on the torture frame, blood rushing to the brain will keep them awake at all times. Two faceless men hold the side of the huge iron saw, slowly sawing the roaring men and women from the bottom (*) into neat halves. Their blood mixed with everything poured back into the nose along the cheeks, fully receiving the blood and the foul odor of the filth in the stomach, and even watching their large intestine droop on their faces, greasy and disgusting. In order to appreciate the beautiful faces facing human despair, the faceless men do everything to fully let them feel what they want to be a real hell.

Closed in a room full of cockroaches, the cockroaches covered with their bodies made them unable to move freely, like drowning people struggling with a severe tingling body because they were gnawed by countless cockroaches. They wanted to open their mouths but were blocked by cockroaches, and desperately wanted to spit them out. Other cockroaches would drill into the gaps in the corners of their mouths. The nasal cavity could not breathe, the ears were itchy and painful, the cockroaches slid down the throat into the stomach, climbed and gnawed, and drilled into the head along the ears. They could not open their eyes, breathe, and scream. They were silently left with white and clean bones, without any impurities and stains. They were simply the most perfect process of making artworks of human bones.

The whole body is covered with milk and honey to attract flies and feed them on time. After a few days, you can soak in your own feces. Then you can clearly endure the severe pain of maggots and worms eroding the body until the body rots. Pour hot boiled water, and then use an iron brush to grab the flesh and blood of their bodies and comb them down until the flesh is exposed and finally you die.

On the thick and sharp poles, the rotten corpses were in a ferocious face. They were placed on the pole. As the pole was stood up, they were pierced by them under the influence of their weight and slid down the pole. In order to escape the hot death situation, the mice in the iron barrel ate holes in their torso and finally drilled out of their backs. The torture of the five horses' dismemberment of corpses would not make them die happily, but slowly increased their efforts to allow them to fully feel the pain of separation of their limbs and heads from their bodies.

Burying alive, skinning, drowning, exposing the sun, and burning... Men, women, old people, children... No distinction between race, beauty and ugliness, height... All instruments, all punishments, all everything... This one died of unbearable pain before the punishment was over. The one who had already numb and physically destroyed his eyes was dull and waiting for the god of death, and the tragic scream that broke his vocal cords and could only make hoarse sounds...

Here, all prejudice disappears and all sins come on the stage. If there is still the word "mercy" here, it should be to let them die happily... After all, this is a place that even pregnant women will not let go. Watching the fresh white juice mixed in the brain, it is difficult to distinguish each other, and the faceless man will not have any hesitation in hesitation...

The third layer is the processing section of the corpse. The dead will be slowly and exquisitely decomposed into regular pieces of meat, and the liquid that has been crushed into blood will also be filtered with unnecessary impurities by dirty ordinary equipment.

If the lucky ones who still have a bite have been destroyed, they will use an iron rod to slowly smash their heads and smash their last vitality. If they are even more lucky... no, they should be said to be even more miserable... they will be thrown back to the second level and lose their last life and consciousness in the second or third or fourth punishment.

Buzz, jingle, crunch, pound... The roar of the iron tools is mixed with disgusting rottenness, and the bloody that is extremely thick, mixed in my mind, torturing Gu Ya's will.

Unconsciously, Zhongguya's breathing had become rapid, and a scarlet color appeared in his eyes. The irritable and unbearable bath (*) hope expanded slowly and uncontrollably, developing towards the goal of devouring all the rationality.

The breathless Gu Ya walked to the third floor with this staggering pace. Just as he stepped out of the last step, the world suddenly became quiet. He suddenly lowered his head but found that there was nothing under him, as if everything suddenly dissipated like an illusion.

The harsh noise was no longer there, and the towering houses that were as luxurious as the auditorium were extremely quiet, but did not improve at all because of the tranquility. Instead, they became more anxious in the extreme changes of extreme movement to extreme static, and the uneasiness in their hearts quickly spread to every corner of their body with a prairie fire.

His hands trembled violently, and the guardian power gradually began to shake. The violent raser also began to riot. Just as Gu Ya could no longer bear the harsh silence and was about to go wild, the crisp ringtone rang, announcing the arrival of the last supper...

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!