After the matter is explained, Xue Wusuan usually won't interfere and lets the undercover people below take care of it. He himself has other things to deal with.
In the underworld, Ma Mian has not seen Yan Jun for a long time. He is the dead house in the entire Wudao underworld that is much more nerdy than a technical house like Zhong Mei. Zhong Mei will still go to the Yin Army camp from time to time.
I went there to visit, see the actual use effects of the new weapons, and have a drink with Wang Tianyun and Wu Yazi.
But what about Ma Mian? This guy doesn't drink, and he doesn't like to visit other places. He just likes to stay in hell and execute evil ghosts or instruct his jailers in their crafts. This is the fun of his old horse.
The fun of horse noodles is the fun of all the jailers who serve as executioners in hell. This kind of fun is famously bad taste in the innocent underworld. The ordinary dead souls would not dare to mention it at all, even the Wang family's three hammers
The bastards who travel around the underworld never come to hell to cause trouble.
In the words of San Bang Chui: Lao Ma uses all kinds of methods to torment people all day long, and everyone trembles in their hearts when they see it. If it can't beat it, I really want to find a reason to beat it. Every time I see it, I will be shocked.
It's so disgusting.
The "fun" that can make all three sticks sick is naturally not as simple as a step-by-step execution. It is Ma Mian's own entertainment, or it has developed into an entertainment program in hell.
Simple scissors and pliers, combined together, have many uses. When Xue Wusuan came to hell, he happened to see a large group of jailers holding such entertainment activities on the horse side.
The jailer on the first floor uses pliers, and the jailor on the second floor uses scissors to see who can tear off the flesh of the sinner more cleanly. Whoever kills the sinner first will lose.
Compared with scissors, pliers seem to be less suitable for this game. They always lose, but no one thinks it is unfair. They are not really competing, they just like to watch the miserable endings of the criminals, and listen to those
An extremely miserable scream.
"Kowtow to Lord Yama, Lord Yama is in peace!"
The arrival of Xue Wusuan interrupted this seemingly lively gathering.
Xue Wusuan has nothing to say about horse faces. Hell is not a place for normal creatures to live. The most ferocious souls in the world are here, so besides torturing people, do they like poetry and songs?
That's not normal.
"My craftsmanship has improved a lot! Your contribution is not small." Xue Wusuan said with a smile, looking at the bent horse face.
"After practicing for so long, they will be punished if they are still not familiar with it. I sent the stupid ones to the Yin soldiers' camp, and the ones who stayed were all good ones!" Ma Mian's eyes turned sinister.
The dead souls of the beasts in the barracks are all the leftover defective products after its selection, and the Yinbing camp is the place where the waste is reused.
I don’t know if Wang Tianyun would be anxious if he knew how Ma Mian viewed the Yin soldiers camp.
"Are you familiar with the work in the second level of hell? How about trying the third level of hell?"
"Ah? Mr. Yan, is it time to open a third level of hell?"
"Um."
"That's great! Mr. Yan, you don't know, there is no time outside, and you won't get bored if you stay there for as long as you want, but in this damn hell, every minute and second is clearly counted, one floor and two floors
I have long been impatient with the punishment, and I have long been looking forward to you, Mr. Yan, to open the third level of hell."
In fact, there is no rush to build hell. Anyway, the space inside is unlimited, and no matter how many sinful ghosts there are, they can fit in it. But Xue Wusuan thought that the ghost country had become a world of hatred, so he simply upgraded the
Upgrade them all to avoid trouble in the future. It just so happens that he has been upgraded to the third level of hell. It's strange to see him.
"System, open the third level of hell."
Xue Wusuan thought silently in his mind, and then a scene of blood in the netherworld plunged straight down into the entrance of hell, followed by a violent shaking that lasted for a moment.
A step appeared in the corner of the second level of hell. Like the upper level of hell, there was an archway in front of the step with bloody and twisted characters written on it: Iron Tree Hell.
"Let's go down and have a look."
Xue Wusuan took the lead, followed by the excited Ma Mian. Walking down the steps, after a while, you arrived at a flat, vast expanse of land.
This is the third level of hell "Iron Tree Hell".
The first impression was that the bloody evil spirit here was much richer than that of the scissor hell on the second level. Xue Wu didn't think he cared much about it, but Ma Mian was so happy that he sucked it in big gulps.
The bloody evil spirit is as good to Ma Mian as the Yin Food. It even absorbs the bloody evil spirit better than the Yin Food.
The second impression of this place is the strangely shaped trees.
These trees have no leaves and are not tall and strong. The branches on them are bent upwards. The tip is in the shape of a fist-sized ball with a rough surface. On the branches, there are many slanting growths.
There are many small thorns that are long and densely packed.
The strangest thing is that although these trees are of different sizes, each one looks like a palm with five fingers and claws, but some only have three or four fingers, and some have more than five fingers.
Almost at the same time, Ma Mian received the message from hell. The punishment methods of this iron tree hell made its eyes widen suddenly, and they were filled with joy.
Xue Wusuan naturally received the message, but his face changed slightly. He thought to himself: Each level is really more cruel than the next. However, is this really only twenty times more painful than the second level of scissor hell?
Anxious, Ma Mian asked Xue Wusuan for instructions. After receiving the agreement, he quickly recruited two jailers and dragged down from the second floor a criminal whose crime far exceeded the punishment limit of the second floor.
What this ghost committed was the grave crime of parricide, which was extremely disgusting in the eyes of a beast like Ma Mian. But at that time, there were two levels of hell, so this sinner could only be locked up in the second level and tortured.
So I use it for entertainment and add some spices from time to time. Now that it's good, the third level of hell has opened, so Ma Mian naturally thought of this thing first.
"Yan Jun, I will show you the wonders of this third layer of iron tree hell!" Regardless of whether Xue Wuzan wanted to see it or not, he immediately twisted the sinner's neck and walked towards the nearest tree.
past.
Xue Wusuan chuckled. He wasn't too interested at first, but Ma Mian liked to show off his skills in front of him, so Xue Wusuan didn't want to dampen the enthusiasm of his subordinates and just let it go.
They saw the horse happily stripping off the sinner's body. Then he grabbed the opponent's waist with his big hands and walked to a bent branch with a smile. It was tall and raised slightly, and the sinner's waist
Just beyond the rough ball at the tip of the branch.
"Boy, this is your new residence. I will help you get used to it first." As he spoke, Ma Mian slowly lowered the sinner in his hand...
Looking at the scene in front of him, Xue Wusuan suddenly thought of a word for some reason: Braised Chuan.
The tip of a branch as big as a fist was forced through the dung door, and then slowly moved forward, followed by the small thorns on the branches, and then poked in bit by bit. The horse's face was still controlling the speed, and his big hands were extremely gentle.
Afraid of exerting too much force.
For a full hour and a half, when the fist-sized rough ball came out bloody from the sinner's mouth, it was still convulsing for ten minutes before it turned into smoke and dissipated, and then condensed again after a few breaths.
It took shape, huddled up with an extremely frightened face, staring at the branch still hanging with bloodshot eyes, shouting words such as "spare me" and "I was wrong".
Ma Mian: "Don't be anxious, your sentence is still very early, this place is very suitable for you. Come on, come on, it's just a good time for you to practice your skills. This time we will try to last for two hours before dying. Okay?"