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Chapter 122 Picturesque, are you guilty?
After an unknown amount of time, she opened her eyes slowly and froze.

There was a cloud and mist all around, and I couldn't see anything.

There was a bloody smell in the air.

From time to time, various strange sounds suddenly sounded.

It's like screaming, and it's like the cry of a beast.

People can't help but get goosebumps when they hear it——

Where is this place?
Picturesque turned around in fear.

But I can't see anything, I can't see anything...

"Snapped!"

Suddenly there was a crack of a gavel above, which made Ruhua tremble in fright.

"Puhua, are you guilty?"

A voice as deep as a bell suddenly came out.

"Know... guilty? What... what crime... Where is this?"

Picturesque was shocked and frightened, at a loss.

"Hey, this is the Yin Division, Ruhua, you did a lot of evil in the yang world, someone sued you, so this department specially arrested you to question..."

A voice suddenly sounded from the side.

A person, no, a ghost messenger appeared in front of her.

The ghost guard was dressed in linen and white, with a tall hat of the same color on his head.

His face was pale and pale, but his lips were strangely blood red.

Holding a jingling chain in his hand, it looks a lot like Bai Wuchang in the painting...

Ruhua almost collapsed: "I... am I dead? Dead?"

She looked around in disbelief.

At some point, the lingering smoke had dissipated.

The dark palace was revealed.

Countless little ghosts stood on both sides.

Standing in front of all kinds of utensils, flipping and jumping.

Oil pan, chainsaw, stone mill...

You can see all kinds of hell punishments that you have heard of here.

The oil pan was steaming, the iron saw was shining coldly, and the stone grinder was dripping with blood...

This place is no different from the legendary Yin Division.

There are three people dressed as kings sitting in the dark hall, they must be the three of Yama in the ten halls.

"That's right! You're dead! Look who's behind you?"

The voice from above came down again.

Ethereal, the voice is like ice without any temperature.

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(End of this chapter)