Novel Bin
Chapter 354
Chapter 354 - Send Them to the Eighteenth Level of Hell to Have a Walk
Their vision blurred for a moment, and suddenly they found themselves in a murky, gray world.
As they came to their senses, they were astonished to see a towering memorial arch before them.
Engraved above the arch were three enigmatic characters that shimmered and shifted.
Strangely, upon glimpsing those characters, they inexplicably knew their name—
“Gates of Hell!”
Yes, the Gates of Hell!
The words resonated with them as if they had always known them.
But what was this place, the Gates of Hell?
Wasn't it a realm only accessible to spirits?
Had they themselves become ghosts?
Panic surged through them as they frantically felt for their bodies, sighing in relief upon confirming their tangible form.
Yet, the sight of the words ‘Gates of Hell' sent shivers down their spines.
“Fifth Elder, we haven't actually arrived at the Gates of Hell, have we?” one asked, voice trembling.
Fifth Elder himself was unsettled, but he managed to maintain a semblance of calm.
“It shouldn't be…”
His reassurance was cut short.
Abruptly, a chasm yawned open beneath their feet.
“Ah!”
They screamed, plummeting into the abyss.
When they next opened their eyes, they were bound in iron chains, being dragged along.
“Move it, stop dawdling. The eighteen layers of hell are just ahead, and you'll get your chance to savor them,” a voice sneered.
They turned to see their captors—two figures, one clad in black, the other in white, each donning a pointed hat.
Emblazoned on the hats were the phrases “Catching You” and “You've Come Too.”
Realization dawned on them—could these be the Black and White Impermanence?
They also remembered the chilling phrase they had heard moments before.
“Eighteen layers of hell?”
Their faces paled with horror.
In their moment of hesitation, White Impermanence's mourning staff came crashing down upon them.
A searing pain engulfed them, as if their very souls were aflame.
”Move!” barked White Impermanence.
With a glance at the raised mourning staff, they wasted no more time, scrambling to their feet and hastening forward.
Soon, the pair reached a place from which heart-wrenching cries incessantly echoed.
There, they witnessed many people whose tongues were stretched to grotesque lengths, the source of the pitiful wailing.
Upon seeing this, one thought struck them immediately.
Could this be the infamous Hell of Tongue Tearing?
A look of sheer horror washed over their faces, their eyes brimming with boundless fear.
Before they knew it, they were seized by others.
Bound and helpless, rough hands forced their mouths open and yanked at their tongues!
They writhed and shrieked in terror, pleading for mercy to no avail.
Even their once prideful martial arts skills seemed utterly futile against these captors.
In their grasp, they were as defenseless as infants, utterly incapable of resistance.
Pain like a drill seared through them, compelling them to howl and scream in agony.
And so, time stretched on, its length indeterminable.
……
Meanwhile, in the outside world, mere seconds had ticked by in the pavilion of the Song Residence.
The Fifth and Seventh Elders jolted awake.
Their eyes bulged as they panted heavily, trying to catch their breath.
Frantically, they clutched at their mouths, fingers instinctively probing for their tongues.