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A very high-tech long coffin-shaped cabin appeared in Lin Chen’s exclusive personal space.

Lin Chen pushed open the cabin door and successfully lay down inside. He felt good and very comfortable.

Looking at the blue potion in his hand, Lin Chen gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, it's just a broken potion. I've died once and even been to the underworld. Why would I be afraid of this?"

He drank it all in one gulp, fell asleep, and fell into a sweet sleep.

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The surrounding fog was gray, and underfoot was the red ground with faint bloody bones on it, which looked eerie and strange.

From afar, Lin Chen saw the endless and silent mountains, and felt an inexplicable fear in his heart.

"Where is this place?"

"I remember I just finished taking the medicine!"

Lin Chen was confused. Wasn't he lying in the medicine nutrient chamber? Was he wearing it again?

Snapped!

Snapped!

Lin Chen looked back in surprise. Tall and burly soldiers with bull-headed heads had ferocious faces, roared and swung whips. Dozens of rows of troops with no end in sight were marching non-stop.

"hurry up!"

"You have already died. Why are you still dawdling? Don't stay here. Reincarnate as soon as possible!"

Lin Chen noticed that the soldiers and the people who were being beaten all looked illusory, like ghosts.

"Why does it look so familiar?"

Lin Chen swore that he had never seen such a situation before, but he felt it was extremely familiar.

"Why are you walking around here?"

A sinister voice was heard, and two soldiers floating in the air looked at Lin Chen with a smile.

"Ox-head? Horse-faced!"

"Fuck!"

By the time Lin Chen reacted, he had been tied up with a whip and could not move.

Lin Chen was shocked: "Am I in the Yellow Springs Road?"

No one paid any attention to Lin Chen. The Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Demon dragged him forward along with the crowd.

"Damn it, what kind of rope art is this? There's absolutely no way to resist!"

Trying to resist and failing, Lin Chen was dragged to the ground and began to doubt his life.

Lin Chen calmed down: "Wait, I took the sanity potion to strengthen my will. All this should be fake."

"It must be because I thought about the underworld before taking it, and the sanity potion was created based on my imagination."

"I want to see what this potion is supposed to do!"

Lin Chen even admired the scenery of the underworld with great interest.

"Yellow Spring Road, Ghost Gate, Bianhua, Senluo Palace, Wangxiangtai, Sansheng Stone, Naihe Bridge..."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, everything is just as I imagined."

"No, this underworld was built according to my imagination!"

Such a fantastic journey made Lin Chen very interested.

At this moment, Lin Chen was being dragged onto a bare, gloomy mountain, gradually moving away from the ghosts queuing up.

Lin Chen smiled confidently and said, "According to my imagination, after passing this Netherworld Back Shadow Mountain, the next place should be the Eighteen Levels of Hell."

"In my imagination, there are no secrets!"

The horse-faced man who was dragging Lin Chen also smiled: "You have a good idea, very good!"

Listening to the laughter of the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Monsters in front, a guess came to Lin Chen's mind and could not be shaken off.

"Wait, will training, eighteen levels of hell?"

Lin Chen's little face froze. If it really happened as he thought, then he would send it!

"Put me down, I want to go back!"

"Damn it, I don't want to hone my will anymore!"

"I regret it!"

The bull-headed man raised his whip and lashed the motionless Lin Chen madly. Every whip hurt Lin Chen's soul.

"Scream!"

"Now that we're here, it's not up to you!"

Under Lin Chen's despairing gaze, the Ox-Headed Demon and the Horse-Faced Demon stopped.

"The first level, the tongue-pulling hell!"

The whole hell was empty, and a dozen little ghosts surrounded it.

"Don't come over here!"

Lin Chen tried desperately to crawl backwards.

"I want to see the King of Hell, I want to hire a lawyer, you are not doing this right!"

"Abuse of power and violation of the laws of the underworld."

"According to my imagination, the tongue-pulling hell is for people who slandered and harmed others during their lifetime, and lied to others! How can you just stuff people in there at will?"

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have drunk it!"

Lin Chen shouted loudly, intending to debate with these little devils.

Unfortunately, it's all in vain.

Lin Chen was tied to a chair, and a little ghost happily inserted the dark iron pliers into the lava next to him. After a while, a pair of red tongue-pulling pliers was ready.

Smoke was coming out of the pliers, and Lin Chen's pupils contracted. This was an attempt on his life!

The little ghost said calmly: "Open your mouth!"

Under Lin Chen's horrified gaze, he found that his mouth was open obediently.

"Stick out your tongue!"

The little ghost praised: "Your tongue is well-shaped, clean and beautiful!"

He casually clamped Lin Chen's tongue with pliers.

Extreme pain rushed into Lin Chen's mind and he almost fell into a coma. However, Lin Chen sadly discovered that even if he fell into a coma, he would immediately wake up in pain.

"Fuck!!!"

The little ghost ignored Lin Chen and pulled hard, and Lin Chen's tongue was pulled out more than ten meters.

The dozen or so little ghosts watching around also laughed.

They all took out their big pliers and clamped Lin Chen's little tongue.

"Well, you are a distinguished guest of hell, and we, more than a dozen ghosts, are here to serve you."

"You should be content!"

"That's right, that's right. This pliers is no longer hot. I'll heat it up for you when I get back! We can't let our distinguished guests enjoy the pliers that are not hot and ruin the reputation of our tongue-pulling hell." There was a little ghost who was extremely considerate. He found that his pliers were no longer hot.

"That's right, we have been professional tongue pullers for 10,000 years!" Another little ghost comforted, saying that Lin Chen should believe in their professional abilities.

Lin Chen was extremely suspicious that these damned little ghosts must also be his subconscious mind, otherwise how could he be so mean!

The tongue was stretched in pain, and the iron pliers pinched the tongue to draw blood. Then the blood was immediately evaporated by the high temperature, and the scars were quickly burned into charcoal to stop the bleeding.

Under so much torture, Lin Chen's tongue was soon broken, and he didn't have time to be surprised.

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue!"

Lin Chen obediently stuck out a new tongue.

Lin Chen cried in his heart: "I want to go home!"

"I was wrong, I was really wrong, I was blinded by the blue full score!"

"What the hell is this permanent increase in willpower!"

"If I had known this was the way to increase the amount, I would never have drunk it!"

The little ghost smiled and said, "I warned you before you drank it. Remember, you can't regret it after taking it!"

Lin Chen recalled the data of the Sanity Potion (Perfect Edition), and it seemed that this sentence really existed. Damn it!

Lin Chen has already understood these little ghosts. They are part of his own spiritual world. The little ghosts are the incarnation of his subconscious mind and can be seen as another Lin Chen.

Mock yourself, torture yourself, bring up the pain in your heart, face the pain to sharpen your mind, this is the truth about the potion of sanity.

Holding on to the only thought in his mind, Lin Chen comforted himself: "It's okay, the effect of the medicine will wear off soon, just bear with it a little longer!"

When the little ghost saw that Lin Chen had calmed down, he seemed to know what Lin Chen was thinking.

"Don't hold it in, just scream if you want to! This is your spiritual world, and the flow of time here is different from that of the outside world!"

"Fuck!!!"

"Your uncle's!"

"What a crap potion!"

Lin Chen wanted to cry but had no tears. The little ghost was indeed the incarnation of Lin Chen's subconscious. It was up to him to break through his defense.

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The seventeenth level is the stone mill hell.

Lin Chen looked indifferently at the huge blood-red millstone in front of him. There were countless gears turning on it, with remnants of meat paste. Next to the millstone, a shirtless little ghost was looking at him.

"You are familiar with it now, come up!" the little ghost said lightly.

Familiar with the route, Lin Chen didn't need the help of the kid behind him. He took a step forward and stepped on the gear of the millstone without hesitation.

Looking at the millstone slowly moving towards him, Lin Chen did not panic at all. If it was the first time, he would definitely wail, but he did not know how many times it had happened.

Lin Chen did not experience the entire Eighteen Levels of Hell, so it seemed that the effect of the potion was not that strong.

Lin Chen only experienced [the first level: the tongue-pulling hell], [the seventh level: the knife mountain hell], and [the seventeenth level: the stone mill hell].

The millstone started grinding directly from his feet.

Lin Chen felt a pain that penetrated deep into his soul and swept through his mind. The urge to struggle and scream was hard to suppress, but Lin Chen could do nothing.

The flesh and bones were worn away and turned into powder and blood, driving Lin Chen almost crazy. His nails were deeply embedded in the flesh and his face was flushed red.

The Stone Mill Hell, as the name suggests, is a place where people are ground into meat paste and then reshaped into a new body, over and over again, in a never-ending cycle.

A white light flashed, and Lin Chen was resurrected in front of the millstone, as if nothing had ever happened.

Lin Chen looked straight ahead indifferently, only to see that the whole world began to collapse.

After a long time, the young man lying quietly in the medicine nutrition cabin opened his eyes.

[Tip: The player is making up for his will fatigue and the related memory is being weakened]

[Tip: Player's will is permanently enhanced]

Lin Chen lay silently in the cabin, staring blankly at the ceiling, a tear falling from the corner of his eye.

"Men don't shed tears easily, but only when they are sad. --- Li Kaixian of the Ming Dynasty"

Chapter 173 Lin Chen's Food Tour

Lin Chen stared at the ceiling in a trance and asked, "Is this what it feels like to be alive?"

"very nice!"

Lin Chen felt sad when he thought of the journey to hell just now. Those little ghosts (Lin Chen's subconscious) were simply beasts. Do you know how much harm this would do to an eighteen-year-old child?

"Pulling out the tongue, using a mountain of knives, or using a millstone, how can you strengthen your will in this way?"