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Chapter Two
The Eighteen Layers of Hell, each layer more terrifying than I had imagined.
I was being escorted through a grim passage, the wails of tormented souls echoing around me, piercing my eardrums like countless tiny needles. The air was thick with the stench of decay, making me feel nauseous.
"Please, let me go back..." I pleaded weakly to the Ghost Messenger, my voice hoarse. "I was wrong; I won't dare again..."
The Ghost Messenger remained expressionless, the chains clanking as they dragged me forward.
"Once you reach this point, there is no use in futile struggles," the Ghost Messenger's voice was cold and devoid of emotion. "The sins you have committed must be repaid with eternal suffering."
Despair washed over me as I closed my eyes, silent tears streaming down my face. I knew it was all too late.
The First Level, Tongue-Pulling Hell. It was dark all around, with chilling winds howling like ghosts in mourning. Shadows danced menacingly, clawing at the air. I was pushed along by two Ghost Messengers resembling Ox-Head and Horse-Face, stumbling for what felt like an eternity until we arrived at a massive stone platform. Surrounding the platform was a boiling pool of blood, bubbling ominously and emitting a nauseating stench.
I witnessed with my own eyes those who had spread rumors and incited discord in life being mercilessly stripped of their tongues, blood gushing forth as their screams echoed painfully in my ears. The heart-wrenching cries pierced through me like steel needles, making my very soul tremble.
A grotesque Ghost Messenger approached me, brandishing a blood-soaked iron clamp. Fear gripped me as I recoiled in terror, but behind me lay an abyss so deep that there was nowhere to escape.
"No, don't come any closer!" I shouted in panic, my voice filled with despair.
The Ghost Messenger grinned wickedly and seized my hair, dragging me toward the Execution Platform. I struggled desperately, but my strength felt insignificant against the Ghost Messenger's might—like that of an ant.
I curled up in fear, unable to look. Though I had been headstrong and willful in life, I had never committed any heinous acts. Was it truly just because I had caused Wang Ziming's son to die that I deserved such brutal punishment?
"Next, Lin Wan'er." The voice of the Ghost Messenger sent a chill down my spine.
I trembled as I lifted my head, staring at the ghastly figure of the Ghost Messenger as it approached the Execution Platform step by step.
"No, please don't..." I struggled desperately, but it was futile.
The Ghost Messenger roughly pinned me to the Execution Platform, cold iron pincers clamping down on my tongue.
"Ah—"
The intense pain nearly made me lose consciousness; I felt as if my tongue was being violently torn away, blood gushing forth.
"Stop! Please, stop!" I heard a familiar voice filled with urgency and concern.
With great difficulty, I opened my eyes and saw Wang Ziming standing not far away, rushing toward me in a panic. He looked just as I remembered, dressed in a blue robe, graceful and poised, though there was now a hint of weariness etched on his face.
"Ziming..." I weakly called his name, tears blurring my vision.
He reached my side and embraced me tightly, his eyes filled with anguish. "Wan'er, you've suffered. It's all my fault; I came too late..."
I clutched his sleeve as if it were a lifeline. "Ziming, save me... get me out of here... I don't want to stay; it's too terrifying..."
He gently stroked my hair, his voice soothing. "Wan'er, don't be afraid. I'll take you away from here. As long as I'm with you, there's nothing to fear."
In that moment, hope flickered within me like a small flame igniting in the darkness.
“Ziming, can you really take me out of here? This is the underworld, and I’ve heard that once a person dies, they can never return,” I asked anxiously, fearing that this was just a dream.
He nodded firmly. “Trust me, Wan'er, I promised I would come back for you. No matter the distance between life and death, I will definitely take you out.”
Overjoyed, I hugged him tightly, tears streaming down my face once again.
“Ziming, thank you... I knew you wouldn’t abandon me...”
Suddenly, a cold wind swept through, distorting the surroundings. Wang Ziming’s body began to fade, becoming transparent like a bubble that could burst at any moment, until he vanished without a trace.
“Ziming? Where did you go, Ziming?” I frantically searched around but could no longer find him.
“Stop calling for him; he’s just an illusion,” Ghost Messenger’s icy voice broke through my fantasy. “In hell, you will never see him again.”
I collapsed to the ground, crying out in despair. It turned out that all of this was just my imagination; I was in hell and would never see him again.
“Continue with the execution,” Ghost Messenger ordered coldly.
I closed my eyes in despair, waiting for the next round of torment.
The second layer, Scissor Hell. If the First Level, Tongue-Pulling Hell was painful, then Scissor Hell was terrifying. The light here was dimmer, and a heavy stench of blood filled the air, making me want to vomit. I saw those who had instigated marital discord and destroyed families in life having their fingers severed by scissors, blood splattering everywhere amidst their incessant screams.
A disheveled woman was bound to the Execution Platform, her hands suspended by iron chains. A Ghost Messenger held a massive pair of scissors, ready to cut off her fingers. “No, please don’t cut my hands!” she cried out in anguish, but the Ghost Messenger ignored her pleas. With a swift motion, he severed all ten of her fingers at once, blood gushing forth and staining the Execution Platform red.
I covered my ears, unable to look away for fear that I would suffer the same punishment.
"Next, Lin Wan'er." The voice of the Ghost Messenger echoed again, sending chills down my spine.
I trembled as I walked toward the Execution Platform, my heart filled with fear and despair.
Is this really my fate? To suffer eternally in hell, never to be reborn...
I closed my eyes, waiting for the judgment of destiny.
"No! I refuse to accept this!" Suddenly, I opened my eyes, a fierce determination igniting within me. "I can't just resign myself to this! I want to escape! I want to see Ziming!"
With a sudden burst of energy, I pushed past the Ghost Messenger and ran wildly toward the outside of hell.
"Catch her! Don't let her get away!" the Ghost Messenger shouted angrily.
Countless Ghost Messengers chased after me as I desperately ran through the eerie corridors, evading their pursuit.
"Wan'er, where are you?" I heard Wang Ziming's voice echoing in my ears. It was distant yet close, elusive and teasing, as if guiding me while also mocking me.
"Ziming, I'm here!" I shouted loudly, running toward the direction of his voice.
I pushed through the mist and saw Wang Ziming standing not far away, anxiously waving at me.
"Ziming!" I ran toward him with overwhelming joy.
"Wan'er, come quickly!" He reached out his hand, wanting to pull me in.
I reached out my hand, wanting to grasp his, but just as I was about to touch him, his figure vanished once more.
“No!” I cried out in despair. “Wang Ziming, don’t leave me… don’t abandon me…”
“You can’t escape,” the voice of the Ghost Messenger sent chills down my spine from behind.
Desperately, I turned around and saw countless Ghost Messengers surrounding me, their cold iron chains locking my body once again.
“Take her away!” the Ghost Messenger commanded indifferently.
I struggled weakly, ultimately being dragged by the Ghost Messenger deeper into hell…
I seemed to hear Wang Ziming’s voice echoing from the depths of hell, filled with helplessness and sorrow.
“Wan'er… I’m sorry…”
The voice grew fainter until it disappeared into the endless darkness…
“Ziming… where are you…” I whispered softly, tears silently streaming down my face.
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