I, the Judge of the Underworld, Will Determine Life and Death with a Piece of Paper!

　　He was holding on to the tongue-pulling forceps.

　　Suddenly, I felt a gust of wind blowing up behind me.

　　How could he, who had been a small official for many years, not understand that this is another Shangguan of the Yin Division who came to hell in person.

　　So, he hurriedly threw the tongue-pulling forceps on the torture table.

　　Turn around and meet at the gate of the execution ground.

　　In the darkness, I saw a figure moving from far to near, becoming clearer and clearer.

　　The green-faced ghost hurriedly bowed down: "Little official, see the inspector..."

　　Halfway through the words of the green-faced ghost, he suddenly saw the tortoise button print hanging on Wang Yifan's waist.

　　As the so-called nonsense.

　　His eyes widened, and his words changed immediately.

　　"Little official, green-faced ghost, congratulations to the envoy Wang on his promotion to the chief inspector Bo! This is a big happy event for the Yin Si!"

　　Seeing this green-faced ghost flattering himself.

　　Wang Yifan raised his hand indifferently.

　　"Okay, get up!"

　　The green-faced ghost smiled, gently got up from the ground, and continued to compliment.

　　"I just said that the envoy of the king is unselfish, and the case is judged like a god, and it is long overdue for a promotion!"

　　As he was talking, he saw the dark shadows surging behind Wang Yifan.

　　A white-faced and black-armored general led a group of ghost pawns and followed two prisoners.

　　At this time, the two sides meet.

　　Whether it was Tang Tianbao or the green-faced ghost, they were all shocked.

　　Because both are extremely powerful.

　　Moreover, they all thought that the other party was Wang Yifan's confidant.

　　'I didn't expect that my lord's strength was so strong! '

　　The two clasped their fists cautiously and asked.

　　"You are?"

　　Who are you?

　　Seeing that there was a misunderstanding on both sides, Wang Yifan smiled slightly without explaining, but said lightly.

　　"Tianbao, this is the blue-faced ghost, the governor of Tongue-pulling Hell, who is responsible for the execution of Tongue-pulling Hell."

　　"Blue-faced ghost, this is Tang Tianbao, a general under my criminal name, who is responsible for catching the criminals, and the criminal name is canon!"

　　A hell ghost, a human ghost general.

　　After hearing this introduction, they immediately clasped their fists with each other.

　　"Long time, long time!"

　　"Laugh at the joke!"

　　However, it doesn't matter if Wang Yifan introduces these two big ghosts.

　　Zhang Changsheng and Tang Changfeng, who had been listening all the time, heard this, but their legs were trembling with fright.

　　"It's over, it's going to hell!"

　　"My God, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

　　with his shouts.

　　From the execution ground in the distance, there was an even more shrill roar.

　　"woo woo woo woo!"

　　Several people looked up and saw that they were on the tiger bench in the execution ground.

　　The tortured female ghost in red, Liu Yunxi, had a big mouth and let out a whimpering roar.

　　Her eyes were round and her eyelids were torn, as if using all her strength to attract Wang Yifan's attention.

　　It's a pity that her mouth is bloody!

　　The tongue has long since disappeared.

　　So, she couldn't make a full voice at all.

　　All I can do is "woohoo"!

　　But the more so, the more frightening it is.

　　Hear these people howling.

　　The green-faced ghost, who was still smiling at Wang Yifan just now, suddenly had a cold expression on his face, and he only felt that his face was dull.

　　He shouted coldly: "Bold! You dare to scream in hell, do you think my tongue-pulling pliers are not hard!"

　　Don't look at Zhang Changsheng and Tang Changfeng's usual majesty.

　　Seeing this scene at this time, it was like a mouse seeing a cat. They raised their hands and covered their mouths.

　　Beside him, Wang Yifan pointed at Liu Yunxi lightly.

　　"I have something urgent here! Wait, I'll try you again!"

　　In fact, Wang Yifan has always wanted to ask, where did Liu Yunxi get the green paper umbrella, and why did he give it to Guan Shuxue.

　　Now, when Liu Yunxi met, he howled to himself disobediently, obviously because he had something to say.

　　Seeing that Wang Yifan agreed to wait and try himself again.

　　A glimmer of hope flashed in Liu Yunxi's eyes, and finally calmed down.

　　Wang Yifan nodded lightly and turned to look at the green-faced ghost again.

　　"Blue-faced ghost, let me ask you, the ghost who entered hell yesterday will live in Yama, why can't he see his figure?"

　　The blue-faced ghost responded hurriedly.

　　"Reporting to my lord, the living Yama is a headless ghost, and cannot be punished in the tongue-pulling hell."

　　"According to his evil deeds, I'm afraid that now he is not in the hell of the oil pan, but in the hell of the stone pounding!"

　　Hearing this, Wang Yifan's eyes sharpened.

　　He thought to himself: 'It looks like I'm going to go deeper into the eighteen layers of hell! '

　　'Just right!This one has been promoted to an official position, and he can indeed go down to see it! '

　　Thinking of this, Wang Yifan nodded.

　　"This officer knows!"

　　Saying that, he walked straight to the depths of hell.

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Chapter 70

　　It is rumored that there are eighteen floors in the hell of the underworld.

　　In fact, there are as many as ten million hells.

　　The "layers" of the eighteen layers of hell do not simply refer to upper and lower in space, but are different in terms of time, punishment, and suffering.

　　So to be precise, the eighteenth hell should be the eighteenth hell.

　　Pain like tongue-pulling torture can only be ranked first.

　　The further down you go, the longer you will be tortured, and the more painful the torture will be.

　　According to legend, each level of hell is twice as long as the previous hell, and the suffering increases twenty times.

　　to the last hell.

　　That is, the time of suffering and punishment will not be interrupted, and it will not stop for a second, and it will be punished forever!

　　So, when Wang Yifan led the ghost soldiers to go down.

　　The ghosts around were crying, wailing, moaning, screaming.

　　getting bigger.

　　The sulphurous aura, the bloody aura, and even the grievances vented in the void are getting heavier and heavier.

　　Not to mention the mountain god Li Xunda, but a ghost general like Tang Tianbao.

　　Go further.

　　His face is also getting whiter.

　　At this moment, there was a sudden sound like pounding rice from the front, but it was accompanied by an unusually harsh scream.

　　Wang Yifan paused for half a second.

　　Then turned back lightly.

　　"The tsunami hell has arrived!"

　　Following these words, the black mist in front of him suddenly broke open.

　　Everyone only saw a stone mortar like a hill appeared in front of them.

　　The stone mortar is full of broken gold and broken bones, and the little devils screaming in pain.