Waiting for you online - - - Chapter 250

Chapter 250

Qi Mo Ke waved his fat arms. The thick, long, and heavy iron chain turned into a quick-witted python, slithering and biting towards Fan Wu She at high speed.

Fan Wu She stood as still as a mountain, only to hear a “swish” sound. Ting Mo was out of its sheath. The sword’s energy went on a rampage. A few silvery lights flashed in the darkness. That iron python’s “spine” was cut off into several sections in mid-air and hit the ground with clanging sounds.

Qi Mo Ke cried out madly, and several iron chains attacked Fan Wu She.

This execution officer had eaten a lot of good immortal materials. His cultivation was not low, but he seemed powerless in front of the Demon Supreme. Just like the Demon Supreme in the beginning, who was only left with a wisp of a human soul, unable to resist during the torture in hell.

Ting Mo drew out luxuriant sword patterns in Fan Wu She’s hand. These iron chains were chopped off once again. The sharp sword energy constantly closed in on Qi Mo Ke’s body. Qi Mo Ke resisted with difficulty.

Xie Bi An stood on one side with his hands clasped behind his back. He could clearly see the path of the Zongxuan sword technique and also saw Qi Mo Ke’s ending in advance.

The sword energy viciously bit into Qi Mo Ke’s legs, which were as thick as pillars. With a scream, those two legs were cut off at the thinnest part of the ankle. His mountainous body hit the ground with a bang.

Fan Wu She lightly tapped with his toes and leaped onto Qi Mo Ke’s back.

Qi Mo Ke suddenly turned over his body and clasped his hands, wanting to slap Fan Wu She flat. Fan Wu She jumped into the air again. The sword patterns flew. Among the splashing of blood and flesh, he crippled those two arms.

Qi Mo Ke slumped to the ground like a pile of rotten meat, crying and begging, “Your Holiness, please spare me.”

Fan Wu She landed on Qi Mo Ke’s stomach. His eyes were lowered and his expression couldn’t be seen clearly, but his tensed jaws revealed a silent grimness.

“Your Holiness, I was just following orders. It was them. They eyed your immortal bones and spiritual flesh.”

“I will find them.” Fan Wu She held his sword and quickly drew a formation on Qi Mo Ke’s belly.

That formation was not unfamiliar to Xie Bi An. It was the Big Dipper Zhengji Demon Binding Formation that had once suppressed Song Ming He at Diancang Peak. This formation could cause ghosts to be trapped in pain and suffering forever.

But to directly set this formation on a ghost, probably only the Demon Supreme who studied the “Yellow Emperor’s Yin Fu Heavenly Secret Scripture” could do it. Not knowing whether there would be a more terrible effect, but seeing Qi Mo Ke’s violent struggles and desperate wailings, the answer was self-evident.

The Demon Supreme’s revenge was to return the infernal pain of the torture in hell to the torturer.

Fan Wu She put away his sword, lowered his head, and said to Xie Bi An, “Let’s go.”

Xie Bi An blocked in front of Fan Wu She: “Lift your head and look at me.”

Fan Wu She’s shoulders and neckline obviously stiffened for a moment, he pondered for a moment and slowly raised his head. The veins of black blood were indeed spreading in those charming hanging fox eyes.

“We are not here to take revenge.” Xie Bi An said in a deep voice, “If you want to take revenge, after settling Jiang Qu Lian, who else can stop you? You can’t be controlled by the inner demons now.”

“Mn.” Without looking at the rotten flesh struggling on the ground, Fan Wu She pulled Xie Bi An out of the torture room and closed the stone door. He was standing against the wall, adjusting his breathing as the heaving in his chest gradually calmed down. Only after a long time did he say, “We may encounter more execution officers later. I will try to restrain myself.”

“You must restrain yourself.” Xie Bi An aggravated his tone.

Fan Wu She picked up the mask. Before covering his face, he looked at Xie Bi An again. His face was pale, but his eyes were black, “Only you can stop me. It depends on whether you’re willing to or not.”

“Don’t think of coercing me with this.” Xie Bi An said with irritation.

Fan Wu She put on the mask, but he couldn’t hide a light smile from the corner of his lips: “Big brother still doesn’t understand? I will do whatever it takes.”

“You …”

“Let’s go.”

The Infernal Hell was actually composed of torture rooms of varying sizes. No wonder they couldn’t hear the screams from other hells. Each room was like an airtight stone jar, temporarily sealing up the bloody cruelty that was being performed. The quietness of this place only made people more flustered. How were they going to find Lan Chui Han with these torture rooms all over the place?

When Xie Bi An casually pushed open a room, a raging wave of heat forced him back several steps. The infernal hell was in the heart of a volcano. The heat was unbearable. They could only persevere with gritted teeth by protecting their bodies using spiritual energy, but the heat in this torture room had turned into a tangible weapon. Just a few more steps forward could melt off a layer of their skin.

“Big brother, don’t go in.”

Fan Wu She was too late to stop him. Xie Bi An drew an ice talisman to protect his body and walked in using all of his willpower. The torture room was a pool of boiling magma gurgling with bubbles. An inhuman object was immersed in the magma with only white bones left on the torso and four limbs. There was only a skull floating on the surface of the magma. The facial skin hung down to the neck like a melting candle. “He” opened his mouth wide, seemingly to be screaming, but his throat had been dissolved by the magma, so he couldn’t make any sound.

The next moment, Xie Bi An was dragged out by Fan Wu She and the stone door was closed firmly. He panted heavily, still not recovered from the shock.

“There are hundreds of torture rooms here, with a different torture in each one.” Fan Wu She said gloomily.

Xie Bi An grabbed Fan Wu She’s collar and stared at him. His eyes seemed about to pop out.

“… Big brother.”

“You, you also …” Xie Bi An thought of the human soul he had just seen, which was thrown into the magma pool, constantly corroding and burning, unable to live or die. Was that the unimaginable severe pain and despair that the prisoners of the Infernal Hell had to go through?

It was not that he did not know the horrible punishments of hell. That was the means to punish those who did evil. It was the karma that every evil person should suffer, but he was still shocked by seeing such cruelty with his very own eyes. What made him most painful and scared was that he clearly and inevitably saw what kind of torture Song Zi Xiao had once suffered here.

“Of course, we were tortured in different torture rooms all day long. All the tortures, I have tasted them all.” Fan Wu She gently grasped Xie Bi An’s hand. Even though he recalled the most unbearable past that seemed to be able to cut his skin and cause severe pain now, but just because this person showed a little care for him and even took the initiative to grasp his clothes, he miraculously remained calm.

Xie Bi An looked blankly at Fan Wu She. Looking at this face, which was so familiar to him that he could close his eyes and sketch it exactly, Xiao Jiu’s childish, smiling face overlapped with it. He couldn’t help imagining that this face would become something in the magma pool that was neither human nor ghost, and could not even cry out in pain. His heart began to prick, and this pricking gradually expanded and deepened, as if wanting to pound his internal organs into pieces.

Xiao Jiu, his Xiao Jiu, had been hurt like this …

A hundred years in hell. It was just four words. What exactly did it mean?

Fan Wu She saw Xie Bi An’s face was as white as paper, and his body also went a little weak. He thought he was injured by the heat generated by the magma, and held his waist in a hurry: “Big brother, what’s wrong? Where do you feel unwell?”

Xie Bi An shook his head. How should he answer? Saying he was actually distressed about Xiao Jiu? He would never say it.

“Don’t randomly open the torture rooms again. The cold kiln, poisonous miasma, scorpion pots*, and sea of fire, these may hurt you. Even those seemingly ordinary torture rooms may not necessarily have anything after entering. We can’t go room by room to find him.”

Xie Bi An nodded again, however his expression still did not recover.

“Big brother, what’s wrong?” Fan Wu She gently pinched his jaw, causing him to lift his face, trying to see the answer in those pupils that were struggling in pain.

Xie Bi An pushed him away, gathered his emotions with some effort, and said in a hoarse voice, “I’m fine.”

“…”

“Is it possible to grab an execution officer and demand information regarding the whereabouts of Brother Lan?”

“I don’t think any execution officer would know. It’s too rash. On the contrary, it’ll easily alarm the enemy.”

“Then what do we do?”

Fan Wu She was silent for a moment. His gaze became increasingly gloomy: “There is an execution officer who is Jiang Qu Lian’s trusted aide. He’ll definitely know.”

Xie Bi An said hesitantly, “That execution officer and you …”

“It’s the one I want to turn into dust the most.” Fan Wu She said ruthlessly.

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scorpion pots*[虿盆]—one of the ancient tortures,

where you YEET someone into a pit to feed poisonous snakes…. Ugh