RPAGF Chapter 564 Endless Torture
Chapter 564 Endless Torture
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The name Zhuang Qing is also listed on Baidu Encyclopedia.
However, at the moment of Zhuang Qing's death, his soul was pulled by an invisible force and went directly to the underworld.
Zhuang Qing only felt a black screen in front of his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a gloomy and terrifying place, surrounded by darkness and fog.
Before he could figure out the situation, he was escorted forward by two hideous-looking ghost officers.
They arrived at the first level of hell, the tongue-pulling hell. Zhuang Qing was dragged roughly by two vicious ghost officials and forced onto a huge, cold torture chair.
Zhuang Qing struggled with all his might, but found that he could not move at all, as if he was imprisoned by an invisible and powerful force.
At this time, a huge evil ghost with a green face and fangs walked slowly towards them with heavy steps.
This evil ghost was as big as a small mountain, and exuded a creepy aura.
His eyes flashed with a strange red light, and foul smoke came out of his mouth.
The evil ghost's right hand was tightly grasping a pair of extremely sharp pliers, which flashed coldly in the dim light, making people shudder.
The evil ghost walked up to Zhuang Qing, and without saying a word, stretched out his strong hand, grabbed Zhuang Qing's chin, and squeezed it hard, and Zhuang Qing's mouth opened involuntarily.
Then, the evil ghost mercilessly pulled out Zhuang Qing's tongue. Zhuang Qing felt a piercing pain coming from his mouth, as if his entire head was about to be torn apart.
Then, the evil ghost raised the pliers in his hand without hesitation, clamped Zhuang Qing's tongue, and began to pull it hard.
Every time he was pulled, Zhuang Qing let out screams of extreme pain. The sound was so shrill that it seemed to be able to penetrate the darkness of hell.
Zhuang Qing's body was shaking violently, cold sweat was pouring down his face, his eyes were filled with extreme fear and pain, his eyes were full of pleading, hoping that the evil ghost would stop this cruel act.
However, the evil ghost had no mercy at all and turned a deaf ear to Zhuang Qing's pleas. With a hideous look on his face, he swung the pliers in his hand even harder, torturing Zhuang Qing crazily.
Zhuang Qing's tongue was torn to pieces, and blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth, dripping onto the ground, instantly staining it red. The evil ghost still had no intention of stopping, and continued this inhumane punishment, as if he wanted to make Zhuang Qing suffer endless pain.
Then, Zhuang Qing was taken to the second level of hell - the Scissors Hell. Upon entering this level, Zhuang Qing was instantly frightened to death by the scene before him.
In this dim and eerie space, countless huge scissors were flying freely in the air, flashing a chilling cold light.
Before Zhuang Qing could react, he was ruthlessly thrown into the center of an empty field.
Those huge scissors seemed to be endowed with evil life and instantly sensed the existence of Zhuang Qing, their "prey".
They circled in the air for a moment, then made a sharp whistling sound and swooped down towards Zhuang Qing's hands.
Zhuang Qing tried to dodge in horror, but his movements seemed so weak and futile in the face of these swift scissors.
The first pair of scissors cut straight towards his index finger. With a crisp "click" sound, Zhuang Qing's index finger was instantly separated from his palm, and blood spurted out like a fountain.
Intense pain spread throughout his body like an electric current, and he let out a heart-wrenching scream.
However, this was just the beginning. Immediately afterwards, the second pair of scissors attacked his middle finger, and with another horrifying "snap" sound, the middle finger was also cut off at the root.
Zhuang Qing's eyes went dark due to the pain and his body was shaking uncontrollably, but the scissors showed no sign of stopping.
"Kacha, kacha", a series of crisp and terrifying sounds continued to ring out, and Zhuang Qing's fingers were cut off one by one. Every time they were cut, blood splattered everywhere, and the bloody scene was shocking.
Zhuang Qing's hands had become bloody and shapeless, and the ground was covered with his broken fingers and blood.
Zhuang Qing rolled on the ground in pain, trying to use his remaining consciousness to find a glimmer of hope, or even a moment of respite.
But in this hell, there is no mercy, no sympathy, only endless torture and pain.
His throat had become hoarse from excessive screaming, and his voice gradually became weaker, but the pain did not ease at all.
Zhuang Qing was filled with despair, he could neither live nor die. He suddenly regretted what he had done in his life, and all the sins he had committed, but it was too late.
He could only suffer in this endless agony, endure the cruel punishment brought by the scissors hell, and feel the pain that penetrated deep into his bones and could not be escaped.
Then came the third level of hell - Iron Tree Hell. As soon as Zhuang Qing stepped into this level, the scene before him made his heart instantly sink into a bottomless abyss of fear.
He opened his eyes wide and saw iron trees that were huge beyond imagination standing in this dark space.
These iron trees seemed to grow from the deepest part of hell. Their trunks were extremely thick and possessed a strange dark red color, as if they were stained with the blood of countless suffering souls.
The branches crisscrossed and stretched in all directions, and each branch was densely covered with sharp blades. The blades flashed with cold light, and the sharp tips seemed to be eager to tear apart any life that approached.
Before Zhuang Qing could react, the ghost behind him pushed him hard and threw him towards one of the iron trees.
Zhuang Qing's body drew a desperate arc in the air and flew rapidly towards the iron tree full of sharp blades.
At that moment, time seemed to freeze. Zhuang Qing watched himself getting closer and closer to the terrifying iron tree. He tried to struggle and shout, but it was all in vain.
With a "puff" sound, Zhuang Qing's body instantly came into contact with the blade of the iron tree.
Those extremely sharp blades pierced his skin mercilessly and easily broke his muscles and bones.
First the shoulders, then the chest, followed by the abdomen and legs. Countless blades pierced into his body at the same time. Blood gushed out like a flood, instantly dyeing the entire iron tree red.
Zhuang Qing howled in agony, the sound seemed to tear his throat apart. Every breath he took brought piercing pain, and every heartbeat made the pain spread throughout his body.
His eyes were filled with fear and despair. His former arrogance and evil had long since disappeared at this moment, replaced by an extreme desire for survival and endless fear of death.
He tried to twist his body, trying to break free from the terrible bond, but every slight movement caused the blade to churn deeper into his body, bringing more unbearable pain.
Zhuang Qing's consciousness began to blur, and the scene before his eyes became hazy, but the pain in his body was still clear and intense, as if it would accompany him forever, leaving him unable to escape from this endless torture.
The fourth level of hell - the mirror of evil. As soon as Zhuang Qing stepped into this level, the surrounding darkness tightly wrapped around him like thick ink, making him feel an indescribable oppression and fear.
Just as he was panicking, a huge mirror appeared in front of him without warning.
This mirror towered into the sky, emitting a strange and dark light. Zhuang Qing looked up and gradually saw scenes emerging in the mirror, which were all the evil deeds he had done in his life.
The first thing that comes into view is the scene where he deceives those who trust him for his own selfish desires.
He was a silver-tongued man who wove one lie after another. He watched those who were kept in the dark suffer losses while he felt secretly proud of himself.
Then, the scene switches to the moment when he maliciously bullies the weak. His hideous face and brutal methods make the innocent weak fall into endless pain and fear.
In addition, he will stop at nothing to pursue wealth, even at the expense of others' interests and undermining fairness and justice.
Zhuang Qing looked at himself in the mirror and his body began to tremble involuntarily.
"I was wrong, I was really wrong... Stop torturing me..." Zhuang Qing murmured to himself, his voice full of deep self-blame and endless regret. However, it was too late.
At this moment, a tall, ferocious-looking evil ghost holding a whip burning with hellfire appeared behind Zhuang Qing.
The evil ghost swung the whip without any hesitation and hit Zhuang Qing hard.
"Snap!" A clear and loud whip sound echoed in hell, and Zhuang Qing's back was instantly torn apart, and the burning pain spread throughout his body like an electric current. He screamed in pain and his body curled up involuntarily.
But the evil ghost did not stop, instead he swung the whip even harder, hitting Zhuang Qing again and again. "I want you to reflect on your sins! I want you to pay the price for your evil deeds!" The evil ghost roared, his voice exploding in Zhuang Qing's ears like thunder.
The fifth level of hell - Steamer Hell. Zhuang Qing, escorted by the ghost messenger, trembled as he arrived at this level.
Before he could see his surroundings clearly, he was pushed by a powerful force and fell into a huge steamer in an instant.
The steamer was incredibly large, as if it was specially made to accommodate the most evil souls.
As soon as Zhuang Qing entered, he was surrounded by billowing heat. That heat was not ordinary heat, but a kind of scorching heat that could penetrate the soul, as if it wanted to burn every inch of his existence.
The steamer was filled with suffocating heat. Zhuang Qing felt as if he was in a sea of fire with nowhere to escape.
Almost instantly, his skin felt the extreme heat and first turned red, then began to blisters.
The blisters popped up one after another, quickly grew larger, and then burst, leaking turbid fluid.
The bursting of each blister brought a sharp pain, as if countless tiny knives were cutting his skin at the same time.
Zhuang Qing cried out in pain, but his voice was swallowed by the hot air in the steamer.
He tried to cover his body with his hands, but wherever his hands touched, he felt the same severe pain.
As time went by, Zhuang Qing's skin began to fall off in large chunks.
It felt like someone was tearing his flesh apart, and every time it came off, blood gushed out and the pain became even more unbearable.
There was not a single intact spot on his face or body; it was all covered with burns and peeling skin.
Zhuang Qing's eyes were almost unable to open due to the heat, but he could feel his body gradually deforming, and the familiar outline became blurred.
His consciousness began to blur in extreme pain and his thinking became confused.
"Help! I can't stand it anymore! Please let me go!" Zhuang Qing begged for mercy desperately, his voice full of fear and pain.
But in this steaming hell, there is no mercy, no forgiveness. The sins he committed are destined to make him suffer endless torture here.
Zhuang Qing's body kept shaking, and every shake brought a new round of pain.
He tried to struggle to stand up, but found that he didn't have the strength to move. The scalding steam continued to corrode his wounds, making the pain worse.
Arriving at the sixth level of hell, the Copper Pillar Hell, Zhuang Qing was dragged by the ruthless ghosts to this horrific place. As soon as he stepped in, he was almost paralyzed by the scene before him.
A huge copper pillar stands in the center of hell, as if it is about to break through the dark sky.
The copper pillar is so thick that it requires several people to hug it, and its height is so high that it seems impossible to see the end.
A raging fire was burning on the copper pillar. The flame was an eerie blue color and jumped wildly, as if demons from the depths of hell were having a revelry.
Before Zhuang Qing could react, the ghost officials bound his hands and feet tightly with cold, hard iron chains, and then tied him roughly to the hot copper pillar.
As soon as Zhuang Qing's body touched the copper pillar, the scorching heat instantly penetrated his clothes and directly burned his skin.
The sound of "sizzling" continued to be heard, it was the raging fire that was mercilessly devouring Zhuang Qing's body.
His skin quickly turned charred, emitting wisps of black smoke and a sickening burnt smell.
The intense pain came like a tide, and Zhuang Qing couldn't help but let out a shrill scream.
“Ah—ah—” His voice was filled with despair and fear, echoing continuously in this empty hell, but getting no response at all.
Every breath was accompanied by pain that penetrated deep into his bones, as if countless red-hot steel needles were piercing his internal organs at the same time.
Zhuang Qing's eyes were wide open, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and his eyes were filled with disbelief at this endless pain and an extreme desire to survive.
He twisted his body desperately, trying to break free from the copper pillar, but the chain became tighter and tighter, making it impossible for him to move at all.
The flames spread upwards along his body, burning his hair, and his scalp made crackling sounds.
His face was burned beyond recognition, his former appearance was gone, only a charred and distorted appearance remained.
Zhuang Qing's throat had become hoarse and his voice became hoarse and weak, but the painful groans did not stop.
His consciousness gradually became blurred, and various scenes from his previous life kept appearing before his eyes.
All his former greed, selfishness and evil deeds have now turned into endless pain, tormenting him doubly.
"If I could do it again, I would definitely... definitely not..." Zhuang Qing muttered to himself with his last bit of strength. However, his words were drowned out by his painful groans, and no one could hear his belated confession.
In this copper pillar hell, he can only continue to endure the burning of fire, endlessly, and pay a heavy price for the sins he committed in his lifetime.