Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 631 Why didn't you call me when you launched the counterattack on the Heavenly Court?
"What? I'm going to fight General Curtain Roller?"

Fang Yu pointed to his nose, "I can just make a scallion pancake with soybean paste, you want me to hit it? Putting aside the pancake itself, look at this torture device hanging in the air!"

Pigsy looked in the direction Fang Yu was pointing and immediately shouted, "My dear mother!"

In mid-air, countless gleaming swords hung densely, their tips pointing downwards, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

The swords were arranged in neat rows, covering the entire sky above the Liusha River, like a dark cloud of death.

Tang Sanzang looked up until his neck ached, and his cassock, soaked with sweat, clung to his protruding belly: "Why are there so many swords in this place?"

Fang Yu sneered and explained, "This is the torture of being pierced by ten thousand swords every day that the red-haired monster suffers."

"A thousand swords piercing my heart?!" Tang Sanzang touched his pounding chest, his thick lips trembling. "This is too painful!"

"It's more than just pain!" Fang Yu suddenly grabbed a dry branch from the ground and plunged it into Zhu Bajie's buttocks.

"Ouch!!" Pigsy jumped three feet high, clutching his butt. "Junior brother, what are you doing?!"

Fang Yu tossed the branch aside, grinned at the dumbfounded Tang Seng, and said, "See? This is just one branch. Imagine tens of thousands of swords stabbing like this every day."

"Puff puff puff, from the soles of the feet to the top of the head, over and over again, endlessly."

Tang Sanzang turned pale upon hearing this, and his protruding belly shrank back a bit.

He subconsciously touched his bald head, as if he could already feel the chill of the sword tip.

Sun Wukong squatted on the rock, looking at the river. "What exactly did this red-haired monster do wrong? Did he steal the Queen Mother's peaches?"

"Doesn't the Curtain-Rolling General understand?" Fang Yu scoffed. "He's the one who rolls up the curtain for the Jade Emperor." He lowered his voice. "I guess he saw something he shouldn't have seen while rolling up the curtain, cough cough."

Pigsy's ears instantly perked up, his gossip-loving spirit burning brightly: "Could it be that he saw the Jade Emperor and that..."

"Fool!" Sun Wukong interrupted, "Watch your words."

Fang Yu dusted off his sleeves. "Normally speaking, it's because one day the red-haired monster accidentally broke a glass lamp, and was then banished to the mortal realm to suffer this torment every day."

"Huh?" Tang Sanzang's eyes widened. "Is the Jade Emperor so stingy? Such a small glass cup?"

“The glass cup is a treasure, not ordinary glass.” Fang Yu took out a rough porcelain bowl from his package and smashed it in front of Tang Seng. “You could break ten of these and they would be fine.”

"So, to sum it all up, if I jump into the water later, the punishment of being pierced by a thousand arrows will come, and I'll suffer the same torment, won't I?" He waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, I won't go into this water."

As they were speaking, dark clouds suddenly gathered over the Liusha River!

The thousands of swords that had been hanging there suddenly began to tremble violently, emitting a sickening metallic hum.

"Oh no!" Sun Wukong's fiery eyes flashed suddenly. "The punishment is coming!"

Before the words were even finished, the first bronze sword fell like a meteor!
"Pfft-"

The moment the sword pierced the water, the entire Liusha River instantly boiled!

The murky river water was stained dark red, and countless bubbles carrying blood foam surged upwards.

Immediately afterwards, a second and third sword rained down, and the river surface instantly exploded with millions of scarlet water splashes!

“Ahhhh——!!”

A heart-wrenching scream came from the bottom of the river, a sound that seemed to be squeezed out by an iron brush scraping through the throat.

"Crack!" A heavy iron sword pierced through Sha Wujing's shoulder blade, pinning him to a rock in the riverbed.

As he struggled, the sound of the sword scraping against his bones even drowned out the sound of the water.

Pigsy's fat face turned ashen: "My God!" He saw a sword pierce through Sandy's soles and out of his skull, with a trembling piece of brain tissue still attached to the tip of the sword.

Tang Sanzang slumped on the riverbank, his cassock soaked by the waves and clinging to his round belly. He mechanically counted, "Seven thousand six hundred and twenty-one, seven thousand six hundred and twenty-two." With each count, his body twitched in rhythm with the falling rain of swords. Fang Yu suddenly grabbed Tang Sanzang's collar: "Believe me or not, I can cross this Flowing Sand River with just one word?"

“Monks don’t gamble.” Tang Sanzang’s voice was weak, his eyes still fixed on the figure in the river that was covered in quills. “But if you can really save me with just a word, then I won’t eat dinner tonight.”

"No!" Fang Yu said firmly, "You have to eat! And you'll have to add a month's worth of midnight snacks!"

Looking at the blurry mass of flesh and blood in the middle of the river, Tang Sanzang suddenly gagged: "Deal!"

Fang Yu turned around and roared at the river: "Red-haired monster! Beg us for the true scriptures, get a formal position, and you'll never have to suffer this torment of being pierced by a thousand arrows again!"

The wailing from the bottom of the river stopped abruptly.

The next second, Sha Wujing collapsed onto the riverbank, shouting, "I'm willing! I'm willing!" Sha Wujing kowtowed frantically, his forehead hitting the riverbank and sending pebbles flying. A short sword stuck in his eye socket swayed with his movements, and a dangling eyeball was hanging from the tassel, which was incredibly creepy.

Tang Sanzang's round belly deflated by a third as he gasped for breath: "This actually works?"

"Heh, why not? On this journey to the West, many times, a single sentence is enough. Why fight all the way? Don't you agree, Second Brother?"

Pigsy scratched his head guiltily, "Hehe, what you say is absolutely right, Junior Brother! Well, this red-haired monster also needs a Buddhist name, Master, you tell me."

After thinking for a moment, Tang Sanzang said, "How about we call him Sha Wujing?"

Sha Wujing kowtowed vigorously, "As long as I can escape this sea of ​​suffering, I'll do anything, even kill the black chicken, or even call me the big fool!"

Seeing that Sha Wujing and Tang Sanzang had struck up a conversation, Fang Yu teased, "Old Tang, hurry up, go say hello to your nine previous incarnations! Look, why are you being so shy? We're all on the same side!"

As night fell, the sound of the Liusha River wailed in the darkness.

The campfire crackled, illuminating five faces with different expressions.

The newly joined Sha Wujing was poking at the fire with a branch, the skull necklace around his neck casting a menacing shadow in the firelight.

“Every day at three-quarters past Chen hour, those swords arrive.” Sha Wujing subconsciously touched the still unhealed bloody hole on his shoulder. “They pierce into the soles of your feet and come out through the top of your head. Sometimes they deliberately avoid vital points, making you suffer for three or four hours before you die. Then, I will be resurrected at the bottom of that river.”

Pigsy suddenly slammed his nine-toothed rake into the ground, his massive body casting a distorted shadow in the firelight: "Ha! How majestic I was when I commanded 100,000 naval troops of the Milky Way! And now?"

It tugged at its drooping pig ears, its voice full of bitterness, "I've become this filthy! What did I do? Was I so rebellious?"

Sun Wukong threw a pebble into the fire, and a spark landed in his golden eyes: "What have I done in the past five hundred years?"

The monkey's voice was unusually low, "Do you know what it feels like to have ants crawling into your ears under Five Fingers Mountain? Every day you can only see a tiny patch of sky, unable to move, and even... I, Old Sun, can't urinate."

Fang Yu tilted his head back and took a swig of wine, the amber liquid dripping down his chin: "I've seen people exchange children to eat during famine years." His Adam's apple bobbed. "People aren't even people, people are food, they're fucking livestock. I was so hungry that I had to scoop up swill to eat, and I was beaten while I was doing it, and I still forced the swill into my mouth. Ha! So what if I'm at the feet of Buddha?"

After one person finished telling the three demons about their experiences, all four pairs of eyes suddenly turned to Tang Sanzang.

The monk was secretly wiping his greasy fingers with his robe when he was startled by the stare. "This humble monk... well," he chuckled sheepishly, patting his round belly, "has grown up in the temple since childhood."

"Tch!" Two puffs of white breath shot out from Pigsy's nostrils.

The night wind whipped up sparks, and the distant hooting of an owl echoed through the air.

Fang Yu suddenly lay down on his back, his voice slurred as if he were talking in his sleep:

"How about we launch a counterattack in the sky?"

"Huchi~huchi~huchi~"

The snoring sounded unnatural no matter how you listened to it.

after all
Fang Yu has never snoreed.

(End of this chapter)