Chapter 3085

The Judge took out his brush and seemed to write something down. "Zhang San is sentenced to the Animal Realm as a pig for three lifetimes. The money he accumulated will be returned to the two people from his past life who died because they could not afford medical treatment."

One had to admit, the Judge’s verdict seemed quite fair.

"Let’s go watch Zhong Kui catch souls over there," Niu Da said, continuing to lead the way.

They arrived at another hall with a similar layout. They remained outside the threshold, but the scene inside was extraordinary. It was not a large hall, but a vast space. Although they stood outside the threshold, the view within was completely different. It looked like a void; stepping across the threshold would mean falling into it.

Zhong Kui, dressed in red robes, stood before them. A small soul led the way, holding a lantern. Behind him, another small soul held a soul-hooking token. The scene felt like something straight out of an old opera.

"My Lord, we have arrived," the leading small soul said to Zhong Kui.

"Go down and hook the soul," Zhong Kui commanded with authority.

"Yes," the small soul replied and descended.

Watching them go down, the scene outside the threshold looked incredibly realistic, like advanced AR technology. Zhong Kui walked directly into a house. Inside, a man sat with his legs crossed, holding a game console.

Zhong Kui stepped forward. "Zhong Gang. You became addicted to games, deceived your parents, and spent all the family money. You forced the elderly to sell blood to survive, leading to their death. Your sins are heavy. Sixty years are deducted from your remaining lifespan. Your soul is taken back."

As Zhong Kui spoke, the small soul behind him raised the token and shone it on the man. The man’s eyes closed instantly. The token transformed into an iron chain, pulling the soul out of the body. The soul then flew back.

"What amazing AR technology," someone whispered nearby.

Niu Da glanced at him. "Be quiet. Speaking is forbidden here."

She then added, "Come. I will now take you to see the Eighteen Levels of Hell."

Although called the Eighteen Levels of Hell, there were stairs. Following the stairs, they reached the first level.

"The first level is the Tongue-Pulling Hell," Niu Da explained as they walked. "See that woman? In life, she loved gossiping, spreading rumors about everyone. Her lies ruined many reputations. One person, who could have been an elite, committed suicide by jumping off a building because she could not bear the slander. Therefore, she is sentenced to this hell."

Niu Da pointed to the side and asked everyone to stand behind the railing to look down.

Below, several soul-like figures grabbed the woman. One pried her mouth open, while another pulled her tongue out and ripped it off, throwing it aside. The disgusting sight made people want to vomit.

Indeed, some were already struggling to hold it in.

"Hold it in. This is only the first level," Niu Da said, looking at the pale-faced person.

"Can I leave now?" the person asked.

"No. Since you stepped out of the elevator, you must watch everything before returning. There is no turning back in Hell. Remember this," Niu Da said firmly. "Come. Let’s go to the second level."

Not far to the right of the railing were stairs leading down. Niu Da led them into the second level.

"The second level is the Scissors Hell. It is not very terrifying. It is mainly for those who instigate others to do evil. The punishment is not severe. They use scissors to cut off the fingers of the instigators. One to five times a day. Those who instigated more often get cut more times; those who instigated less get cut fewer times."

Niu Da pointed to a person inside. "That person instigated a neighbor to abandon her paralyzed husband and seduce a hooligan. This led to the husband’s death. The neighbor was sentenced to the Animal Realm. As for this instigator, she is in the Scissors Hell, enduring the punishment three times a day."

Cutting off fingers was bad enough, but they were cut off piece by piece. Most importantly, these souls could not die. There was no blood, but they felt one hundred percent pain. The repeated cutting of fingers was truly gruesome.

Hearing the screams below, everyone except Yan Xizhong and Yun Meng turned very pale.

"Come. Third level," Niu Da said, glancing slightly at Yan Xizhong. He was surprised by Yan Xizhong’s calmness.

She was curious how many levels Yan Xizhong could endure.

Niu Da led them to the third level. "The third level is the Iron Tree Hell. A nice name, but the iron trees in the Underworld are not like the blooming iron trees at home. The trees here are covered with sharp blades. This punishment is for those who sow discord. For example, treacherous officials in ancient times who turned kings against loyal generals, or family members who whispered in ears to cause conflict between father and son, or between siblings. Those who sow discord are sentenced to the Iron Tree Hell."

Just then, someone brought a soul and threw it onto the tree. Countless blades pierced the soul. The soul screamed continuously but could not die.

"So terrifying. I want to go back," someone said.

"There is no turning back in Hell," Niu Da’s voice was very low. "Since you are here, you must experience it all. I will say this again: three strikes and you’re out. This is the third time someone has asked to turn back. If anyone asks again, I will make them experience this punishment personally."

Niu Da spoke coldly.

She continued, "Come. Let’s go to the fourth level of Hell."

Except for Yan Xizhong and Yun Meng, the other four had no color in their faces. They looked terrible. They seemed to have no strength to walk, feeling as if their feet were floating.

Yan Xizhong raised an eyebrow slightly. "I will walk in front. You follow behind." He pulled Yun Meng and followed Niu Da.

"Aren’t you afraid?" someone asked, their voice trembling.

"Since we are here, we must face it. It was clearly stated before that we cannot retreat here. Since we know we cannot go back, we move forward. Treat it like walking through a haunted house, just longer and with a longer path."

Yan Xizhong was truly not afraid of this so-called Eighteen Levels of Hell. As the young palace master of the Yanluo Realm, seeing such scenes did not frighten him. After all, the Eighteen Levels of Hell in the Yanluo Realm were truly terrifying.

Of course, he could not share this topic with others. So, the others could only marvel at how brave Yan Xizhong was.