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Who knew that this fart would actually slap on the horse's hooves? Her face changed, and she grabbed me by the neck with her good left hand. Before I could react, my throat was choked by her, and when she exerted force with three fingers, the cartilage in my throat would be crushed, and I would suffocate in agony.

"It is not an animal. If I hear something similar, don't blame me for being ruthless." At the same time, he turned his hand from the pinch to the palm of his hand and smacked me in the chest, sending me tumbling backwards on all fours. Then there was the vicious look in his eyes that made him want to swallow me alive.

Damn woman, I thought as I lay on the ground. I hated myself for talking so much to a vampire. He told himself that no matter how beautiful she was, she was still a vampire. Mo Wuji's mother had already said that beautiful women would lie to others. He did not know whether this person in front of him would lie to them temporarily, but it was obvious that he had to be on his guard against anyone who could kill.

Gritting my teeth, I slowly got up. The palm strike actually caused me to be unable to breathe for a long time. It seemed that she was truly infuriated. If she used even a little more strength, she might have vomited blood on the spot.

A question suddenly appeared in my mind. If she was trapped in the array and couldn't get out, when she was thirsty, hungry, and couldn't drink the Red Bull, would she drink my blood like Ma Dewei?

I stole a glance at her, looking for an opportunity to see if the fangs in her mouth had grown any longer. Seeing my movements and the fear in my eyes, she said with a cold face, "Although that will make my wounds heal faster, I won't suck human blood. You can rest assured."

"Fuck, female devil, who are you trying to trick, if there's a chance, you have to run away yourself. Maybe the people from Supernatural Hunting Group have a way to let me, an innocent hostage, out." I thought to myself.

After I had caught my breath, I heard a faint sound in the fog. She was one step ahead of me and had already started walking in the direction of the voice. I was stunned for a moment before maintaining a short distance behind her.

As we got closer, the sound became clearer, and my hair stood on end. People like me, who used to eat with guns and fists, listen to screams more often than to music. I've heard all kinds of screams. There were screams from broken bones, screams from bullets, screams from fire, screams from nails being peeled off one by one by knives.

But now, what is transmitted to my ears is a scream and a chorus of singing. Countless people are making all kinds of heart-tearing and lung-splitting sounds at the same time. At the edge of the fog, I saw the source of the scream.

This is the hellhole that punishes sinners in the six samsara, full of pain and suffering.

The terrain here was impossible to see anywhere on earth, and the sky shone with a blood-red light. The ground was filled with the hardest rocks, and there were also many ponds. They were not water, but flowing with dark red magma. Occasionally, a few bubbles would be made. It made me feel hot inside. Although I was far away, my body was already starting to sweat. Above the magma pool, there were many iron shelves, some with people hanging from them. There was also an endless line that was moving slowly.

Between the pools, there were dozens of groups of human shadows, three in each group, each with no facial features but with hands and feet. One of them held a huge pair of pliers, and the other two, Gray Shadow, pried open one man's mouth and held his tongue with the pliers. In the torturous screams and sprays of blood, the prisoner's tongue was stretched flat and elongated.

Strangely, the tongue was not cut off. When it was half a meter away, the person who was being tortured could no longer scream and could only groan in pain. Gray Shadow tied his tongue in a tight knot to the long iron rod. When the iron rod was full of people, it would be placed horizontally above the magma pool. Seeing this scene reminded me of the barbecue I ate in the summer. The only difference was that it was skewered and roasted. The ones in front of me are just for grilling. Some of the victims' feet were already submerged in the pool. They immediately struggled with their lives on the line while letting out ear-piercing and mad wails.

I didn't even need to look at the "Ghost Scripture" to know what was going on. Every time when I was a kid, I would be lazy to practice, or when I had to find an excuse to deny that I had not finished my journey. Elder Bai would even say smilingly, "Little monkey, you can't lie. You'll get your tongue pulled out by a little kid if you lie."

Yes, this was the hell of the eighteen levels of hell — the tongue popping hell. For all living men, who sow discord, slander, and lie and lie, if they cannot do good before they die, thereby eliminating karmic reports, they will fall to this level after death, and be tormented in the darkest hours of the day, until they have cleansed themselves of the crimes they have committed.

By the light of the churning lava, I could even make out the faces of many people hanging from iron poles. There were even a few who looked familiar. One was an expert of some sort, commonly seen on television, and the other was a producer of toxic milk powder. They must have thought at the moment that they would be willing to cheat on the small amount of money they had already earned, even if it would reduce their suffering by a minute, but they were afraid that it was too late.

Afraid of being seen by the evil spirits, we lay on our hands and knees, not daring to move. Seeing the long line move forward bit by bit and the little ghost took care of one of them, the one behind took a step forward with a deathly pale face. Looking at this tragic scene, I feel that it's better to be honest like the Manager Qian. For example, Lao Hei, he would say "you are my only" every time he flirts with a girl. I don't know how long he will stay on this level, so I decided to advise him to do more good deeds and not lie. Telling him that women valued relationships more, and cheating money was a crime, but cheating emotions was a crime, so he couldn't lie about it. Otherwise, it would be too late to regret it.

As I was counting to twenty-five, the vampire girl who had been lying quietly beside me suddenly turned her head and looked over my shoulder to my left.

He followed her gaze, but saw nothing. But after a few seconds, I saw the faint outline of a dog in the mist. She had only looked in this direction after hearing the sound of footsteps.

Great! It seems that the array has turned once again. Now that it has reached the level of a beast, I couldn't help but feel overjoyed. However, his beating heart sank again. No matter how he looked at it, this dog didn't look like a normal dog. It was pitch black, taller than the largest Tibetan mastiff, and as powerful as a Taharai motorcycle. "The tail had very little hair, and was two meters long and dark, more like a bone whip.

What was even more strange was that there was a spike as long as a large nail on its back, gleaming with a dark, shiny cold light. The most amazing part was its head. It had three large heads like a wolf, and in the middle of its head was a sharp horn as long as a finger. Three large mouths bared their canine teeth, blood-red tongues continuously secreted black saliva, and I could even smell a fishy stench here. As the water dripped from its mouth onto the ground, hissing sounds could be heard coming from the solid rocks on the ground. With the naked eye, one could see crater after another being corroded. It had three pairs of blood-red eyes, and they were staring at us. Neither of them had the slightest trace of friendliness in them.

"Is this the life of an animal? Why is it so weird? " I whispered to the banshee beside me.

Her voice was trembling, and she looked even more terrified than when she escaped from the Asura Dao. "This is Hellhounds... Prison... Guard... Protect... Dog

When the ferocious and ugly fierce dog heard its name called, it let out a roar and pounced on us. I quickly ran back into the fog, and she flew alongside with me, fleeing for her life.

After all, only under pressure could one have the motivation. Rather than being torn into shreds by these three vicious dogs, it was better to be smashed to death by a single fist from an Asura. Even if there was a cliff in front of my eyes, I wouldn't stop walking. If there was a pot of oil, I would just jump in as a hot spring. Even if my entire body was cooked, at least I would still die without a corpse.

As we ran, a low growl came from behind us. It was also desperately chasing us. From the looks of it, it really liked to eat meat. Besides, one of its three heads could breathe while running, and the other two could even call out a few gasps. Breathing heavily and shouting without any hesitation, it was indeed good to have a lot of brains.

She slowed down as she ran, and suddenly she seemed to make a decision. Quickly, he untied his backpack and threw it to me. "Run apart and take good care of him for me," he said before reaching out to untie the tourniquet around his wound.

I immediately reacted. I knew that she was trying to use the smell of blood to attract the guardian dog and buy time for me and Lil 'White. And I knew that what she was doing had nothing to do with me. She was trying to keep the white fox alive. So I didn't say anything. People are afraid of death, not to mention that she and I have a grudge and a grudge. Just like that, she disappeared into the mist, dripping blood and howling of the guardian dog.

Carrying the white fox, I ran in the other direction, but stopped after a few steps. Not because of my compassion, but because Lil 'White in my backpack is struggling too hard. I took the backpack in my hand and unzipped it a little. It was about to come out, and I grabbed it by the neck and tried to push it back.

When I was a kid, there was a dog called Big Yellow. It was the sound of rhubarb making when one of its puppies died. He kept circling around the dead dog, using his nose to make the baby dog want to stand up. At the same time, his eyes were filled with tears.

Just as I was thinking about rhubarb, the back of my hand on its neck suddenly felt a little cold. Under the blood-red light that shone from an unknown place in the sky, it was the tears of the white fox. At the same time, it looked at me with pleading eyes. I knew that it just wanted to die with that evil woman.

"Beasts are always like this, how can humans endure it?" I sighed as I turned around and ran in the direction she disappeared in. Although I was afraid of dying, I had decided that I would be a true man today.

As I ran, I listened attentively. Finally, I heard the angry roar of the guardian dog and the sound of my leather jacket being torn apart. The sound was coming from my left front.

"In ancient times, Buddha sacrificed himself to feed the falcons. Today, I, Master Monkey, will cut meat to feed the dogs. Alas … Buddha truly was lucky to be able to feed the falcons, the proud overlord of the skies. Today, I will be buried in the mouth of this disgusting three-headed hound, dying with grievance. " While running, he mumbled some nonsense and rushed into the dense fog to find the battling Vampirism Doll and the three fierce dog …

Although it was called a fight, the truth was that the situation was completely one-sided and Vampiric Vampiric Vine had no way to fight back anymore. He was forced to the ground, dodging left and right to prevent his throat from being bitten off. His clothes were torn to shreds and wounds of varying length were all over his body.

Not far from where it was fighting her was a FALL Knife MC1, the same one she'd used to save me on the roof. I don't remember her taking it back, so she should have used a double knife.

I didn't have any time to think. Putting the white fox aside, I bent down and grabbed the military knife. As the Hell's Guardian was facing me at this moment, I stabbed at its softest spot, the chrysanthemum. At the same time, he said, "Come, let Master Monkey treat your hemorrhoids!"

Unexpectedly, the three beasts didn't even turn their heads. Their tails were like nine steel whips that had been painted with black paint. With a 'wuu' sound, they lashed over with a fishy smell. Because I rushed forward with the determination to die, I didn't even consider retreating. I didn't avoid it either, ready to play with it. As the knife stabbed into its body, I was sent flying with a 'pa' sound. This time, he suffered a heavy blow. Wherever the whip went, his clothes were shattered into pieces.

Pieces of cloth flew in the air like moths that couldn't find the fire, dancing in the air alone.

While I was still in the air, I spat out a mouthful of blood mist towards the sky. Before I could even stop rolling on the ground, the three beasts released her and charged towards me. I only had the time to slightly raise my right hand to block them. Three deep gashes were left on my arm. My eyes were so dark from the pain that I almost fainted. After being hit by the dog's head in the middle and rolling around on the ground for a few times, it sat down on the ground and struggled to bite out the knife that was stuck in its asshole before throwing it aside. Perhaps because of the pain in his chrysanthemum, he walked very slowly, coming towards me step by step. With his footsteps, he arrived in front of me, who was lying on the ground.

He raised his broad paws and stepped on my chest, tilting his head. I was very familiar with this action. It was the same action that the hunting dogs in the forest field did when I was a kid, before they caught a rabbit and bit off its throat. The skin of my Adam's apple itched at the thought, and its open mouth stank of death. Drool dripped to the ground just beside my face, corroding the hard volcanic rock and making little craters of white smoke that stung worse than sulfuric acid. I couldn't help but pray that the thing wouldn't land on my face, otherwise I would be able to be called the "disfigured couple" along with Manager Qian.

It growled a few times. My guess was, "A lowly human, daring to blow up my chrysanthemum …"