Chapter 18 The Real Hell

The scholarly ghost's screams echoed throughout the dungeon, causing all who heard them to tremble.

Even the two jailers at the dungeon entrance couldn't help but shrink their necks upon hearing the sounds.

"Lord Ouyang is torturing someone again. It's terrifying."

"Yeah, I wonder which unlucky ghost it is this time. Someone's going to die anyway. Instead of pitying him, we should pity ourselves!"

"That's right. We'll have to clean the cell later. Lord Ouyang's methods are too cruel. I couldn't eat for three days after the last time I cleaned up!"

"Alright, enough. Let's move further away. Lord Ouyang hates being disturbed when he's torturing people."

The two jailers quickly moved away.

Inside the cell, Ouyang Li's face was filled with a look of enjoyment. Torturing people was his greatest hobby.

"Please, please let me go! Don't destroy my mechanical body, please!" the scholarly ghost cried out in agony.

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Li raised his ugly eyebrows. His already mismatched eyes became even more asymmetrical.

"You still have the strength to beg for mercy?! It seems the intensity isn't high enough! I'll increase the intensity for you!"

Ouyang Li muttered incantations, controlling the Soul Devouring Blue Centipede (hunling lan wugong) within the scholarly ghost's body to continue wreaking havoc on this clone of the Mechanical Empress.

All the pain was transmitted to the scholarly ghost, causing him unbearable suffering. It was simply an endless torment.

Ouyang Li reveled in the moment.

Finally, the Soul Devouring Blue Centipede (hunling lan wugong) devoured all the connecting devices within the clone, leaving behind terrifying toxins in every place it crawled.

It could be said that the Mechanical Empress's clone was completely ruined. Even the Mechanical Empress far away could no longer sense this clone.

The scholarly ghost's screams abruptly stopped, and the entire clone fell silent.

"Hahahaha! Excellent! Soul Devouring Blue Centipede (hunling lan wugong), quickly extract the soul inside!"

Ouyang Li controlled the Soul Devouring Blue Centipede (hunling lan wugong) with a sinister smile, but the Soul Devouring Blue Centipede (hunling lan wugong) didn't react at all.

Ouyang Li was puzzled. He reached out and patted the Mechanical Empress's clone's head, and the Soul Devouring Blue Centipede's (hunling lan wugong) corpse, broken in two, fell out.

"What?! How is this possible! My Soul Devouring Blue Centipede (hunling lan wugong)!"

Ouyang Li exclaimed in shock. He had spent two months carefully cultivating the Soul Devouring Blue Centipede (hunling lan wugong). It wouldn't die even if it withstood the full force of a Saint-level expert, so how could it suddenly die here?

He picked up the Soul Devouring Blue Centipede's (hunling lan wugong) corpse and discovered that the broken end had many jagged wounds, as if the Soul Devouring Blue Centipede (hunling lan wugong) had turned around and bitten its own body in half?

But how could the Soul Devouring Blue Centipede (hunling lan wugong) suddenly make such a suicidal move?

"Did you do something?!"

Ouyang Li raised his head, his eyes filled with venom.

The only explanation was that the soul within the mechanical body had done something to affect the Soul Devouring Blue Centipede (hunling lan wugong).

However, the Mechanical Empress's clone was simply hanging silently on the iron frame, without a sound or response to Ouyang Li.

"You think I can't deal with you just because the Soul Devouring Blue Centipede (hunling lan wugong) is dead? Let me tell you, I, Ouyang Li, have plenty of ways to deal with souls!"

Ouyang Li turned around to fiddle with something again when a cold voice rang out from behind him.

That coldness penetrated deep into the bone, as if everything in the world was an ant in the other party's eyes.

"Ghosts? That kind of thing isn't worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as me."

"Hm?"

Ouyang Li turned around, filled with suspicion. Then, he saw a black aura surging out from the Mechanical Empress's clone.

This black aura was like the final destination of everything, as if all things in the world would eventually turn into this almost nihilistic black aura.

The moment he saw this black gas, Ouyang Li, a demigod, felt an extremely terrifying pressure, as if an ant was facing an elephant, making him involuntarily want to submit.

"You... just who are you?" Ouyang Li asked, both shocked and angry.

"You seem... unqualified to ask that question."

As soon as the words fell, a terrifying force pressed down on Ouyang Li's body. Ouyang Li roared, displaying all of his demigod-level strength.

In an instant, the prison cell was enveloped in a terrifying poison, which could even slaughter a city if it leaked out.

But when the poison encountered the black aura, it simply disappeared!

There was no devouring, no collision, no sound, just a bizarre disappearance!

Ouyang Li's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at the sight of this. He knew best how powerful his poison was.

The scene before him was simply destroying his understanding of the world!

Under the immense pressure, Ouyang Li was forced to kneel heavily on the ground, making two cracking sounds. Clearly, his knees had been shattered upon impact.

"Ah!"

Ouyang Li's eyes were bloodshot as he let out a miserable scream.

"As expected, I'm still more comfortable when people are kneeling to speak to me."

The voice sounded again, and cold sweat was already pouring down Ouyang Li's forehead. He was on the verge of pissing his pants.

Just what kind of terrifying existence had he provoked? It was able to leave him without any ability to resist!

"Speaking of which, I should thank you. If you hadn't destroyed this piece of junk machinery, it really wouldn't have been convenient for me to act. I told you not to destroy my mechanical body just now, so why didn't you listen?"

"Oh, right!"

"I remember you said you wanted to let me see the real hell?"

"I'm sorry, but I came from hell. I've seen too much of hell. How about I take you to experience what the real hell is like?"

In the midst of the black aura, a man's figure condensed. He was dressed like a scholar on his way to the capital for the imperial examination, with a gentle smile on his face. It was the scholarly ghost.

However, his eyes were filled with indifference towards all living beings, as if the death of all creatures in the world before his eyes wouldn't even make him frown.

"My lord, I was blind and didn't recognize Mount Tai. I was blind! Please treat me like a fart and let me go!"

Ouyang Li began to beg for mercy, but the scholarly ghost simply ignored him, extending a finger and gently touching Ouyang Li's forehead.

Ouyang Li trembled, and then he felt himself falling into another world, as if he had lost all weight and was constantly falling.

Along with the intense feeling of weightlessness, a grand hall supported by eight white stone pillars came into Ouyang Li's view.

"This is the first station of hell, the Hall of Judgment. Upon arriving here, one will be judged for the sins committed during their lifetime."

Ouyang Li felt like a prisoner being escorted. The lofty Hall of Judgment filled him with extreme terror.

But in the next second, the scene before him changed again, and a valley appeared.

In the valley, countless naked men and women were swept into the air by black gales. Their expressions were filled with pain, as if they were suffering some terrible torment.

"This is the second station of hell, Black Wind Valley. Those who commit the sin of lewdness, forbidden love, and those who are unrestrained in their desires are swept into the air by black gales here, unable to land."

Ouyang Li clearly felt himself being swept into the air by the black wind. The black wind was sharper than knives, and the pain it brought penetrated deep into his bones, causing Ouyang Li unbearable suffering.

But this was not the end. What followed was

The Third Hell: Torrential Rain

The Fourth Hell: Rolling Stones

The Fifth Hell: Swamps

The Sixth Hell: Burning Tombs

The Seventh Hell: Three Valleys: Blood Pool, Forest, Desert

The Eighth Hell: Deceptive Ten Trenches

The Ninth Hell: Treacherous Four Circles

Each time he fell through a hell, Ouyang Li would clearly experience the punishments within that hell.

He was one of the few people who went to hell alive and experienced the true hell.

Fear had completely occupied Ouyang Li's heart.

He realized that the methods he used to torture people in the past were as childish as children playing house compared to the real hell.

This was hell, this was the real hell!

Just when Ouyang Li thought everything was over after experiencing all the hellish tortures, as if in an endless cycle, he suddenly arrived at the First Hell again!

"No!!!"

Ouyang Li completely went insane, but it was of no use. He was sent to the Hall of Judgment once again.

"Ah!!!"

Ouyang Li's shrill and terrifying screams echoed throughout the Holy Tower's dungeon.

Just listening to the screams, the prisoners outside felt goosebumps all over their bodies.

Just how terrible of a torture would it take to make someone scream to this extent?

"Bah! Ouyang Li is simply not human! He feeds himself poison and cultivates himself into a poisonous creature, and his mind is twisted. He takes pleasure in torturing the living!"

One prisoner couldn't help but curse softly. The person next to him quickly gestured for him to shut up.

"If you don't want to live, go kill yourself! Don't implicate us! If Ouyang Li hears you, you won't even have the chance to kill yourself!"

For a time, no one dared to speak again. Ouyang Li was simply too terrifying.

Just listening to the screams coming from the prison cell, the name Ouyang Li had already left a psychological shadow in their hearts.

They wondered what these prisoners would think if they knew that the one being tortured in the cell at this moment was Ouyang Li himself...

After about a quarter of an hour, the screams in the cell finally stopped.

Ouyang Li was dead, his soul scattered.

He lay on the ground, his facial features twisted together, making his already extremely ugly face even more frightening.

His expression was as if he had seen endless terror before his death.

"So he's dead. Humans are so weak."

The black gas began to dissipate, revealing the scholarly ghost's refined and gentle appearance once again.

"Qiao Yu's movements are too slow. Hurry up and come save me. It's so boring here..."