Chapter 3088

The Stone-Pressing Hell punished those who abandoned or drowned infants, whether due to disability or gender bias. The punishment involved crushing the soul into pulp with a giant stone, only to be reshaped and crushed again endlessly.

Yan Xizhong raised an eyebrow, watching the scene. "This AR technology is amazing. It feels so real."

Yun Meng played along. "It’s a pity it’s not public. Otherwise, we might have had holographic games earlier."

Yan Xizhong nodded. "But watching it like this is fine too."

"But why is there only meat pulp and no blood?" Yun Meng asked, feigning curiosity.

"If there were blood, wouldn’t that mean real people died?" Yan Xizhong rubbed Yun Meng’s head. "It’s just an illusion. What the eyes see isn’t always the truth."

Yun Meng looked as if she had suddenly understood.

Niu Da didn’t bother arguing. He wanted to see how many excuses Yan Xizhong could make for the next hells.

"The twelfth hell is the Pestle Hell, for those who waste food," Niu Da said.

"Wasting food is shameful," Yun Meng said. "But if wasting food sends you to the twelfth hell, why don’t some bad people go to hell at all?"

Niu Da was speechless again. He didn’t know how to explain that.

Yan Xizhong laughed. "Wife, you’re too serious. The Eighteen Hells are just legends. We don’t know if they’re real or if the details are different."

Indeed, the true Underworld’s Eighteen Hells were completely different.

Long ago, there had been similar hells, but that was before the Underworld was established. After its creation, the hells changed. The version they saw now was the original prototype of the eighteenth hell of the Underworld. The current Underworld had revised them many times. Only the most heinous souls entered the Eighteen Hells now. Ordinary evil souls faced reincarnation suffering, such as being reborn as animals or Asuras. The punishments here were no longer sufficient for the truly wicked.

"The thirteenth hell is the Blood Pool Hell," Niu Da continued, leading them forward.

Perhaps influenced by Yan Xizhong and Yun Meng’s casual remarks, many people no longer took the hells seriously.

"The fourteenth hell is the Wrongful Death Hell," Niu Da said.

"I didn’t know there was a Wrongful Death Hell. I’ve heard of the City of Wrongful Death. Is this another name for it?" Yun Meng asked deliberately.

Yan Xizhong said, "From the name, you can guess. Those who die wrongfully come here. It’s not much different from the City of Wrongful Death."

Niu Da couldn’t hide his curiosity. "You seem to know a lot about the Underworld."

"Ask Baidu," Yan Xizhong smiled mysteriously. "In modern society, the internet is so developed. Search Baidu, and you’ll find everything."

Niu Da knew about the internet. "The internet has this too?"

"Yes, plenty. There are even legends about the Ten Venerable Yanluo Kings and the origin of Meng Po’s Soup. The internet is too developed; it can be worrying sometimes."

Yun Meng looked innocent.

Niu Da pondered slightly. "I’ll look into the internet when I have time."

"The fifteenth hell is the Dismemberment Hell," Niu Da said, no longer bothering to explain what it was.

Yan Xizhong, acting like a teacher again, said, "The Dismemberment Hell is for tomb raiders. For individuals, tombs are their roots and final resting places. Raiding them is like digging up their foundations, which is very immoral. So, such people undergo slow slicing after death."

Niu Da just glanced at Yan Xizhong and said nothing.

After watching the Dismemberment Hell for a while, they entered the sixteenth hell.

"The sixteenth hell is the Volcano Hell," Niu Da said.

Yun Meng said, "We’ve seen the Mountain of Knives and the Oil Cauldron. Naturally, there’s a Volcano Hell. The name is straightforward; no need for explanation."

Indeed, no explanation was needed. Seeing souls thrown into the sea of fire and hearing their screams made the meaning clear.

"The seventeenth hell is the Stone Mill Hell," Niu Da said.

"I feel like this hell is obsessed with stones. Mountains are just piles of stones. There was the Stone-Pressing Hell earlier, and now the Stone Mill Hell," Yun Meng said with a helpless expression.

Yan Xizhong rubbed Yun Meng’s head. "It’s normal. Ancient torture devices were limited. Coming up with these eighteen punishments was already impressive."

"We are entering the last hell. The eighteenth is the Saw Hell," Niu Da said in his final introduction.

They watched as souls were fixed in place and sawed apart. Yan Xizhong sighed. "Too backward. You should use electric saws instead of manual labor. It wastes human resources and is inefficient."

Niu Da had finished his tour. Now, he faced Yan Xizhong. "Guest, you really know the hells well."

"I said it before. With Baidu, you know everything," Yan Xizhong said seriously.

Niu Da said, "But I don’t think you’re an ordinary person."

"If I were ordinary, wouldn’t that suit your wishes?" Yan Xizhong smiled faintly, a hint of charm in his eyes.

Niu Da looked at Yan Xizhong for a while. "Guest, did you already know about this place?"

Yan Xizhong said, "I didn’t know before, but I know now that I’m here."

Niu Da looked deeply at Yan Xizhong. "I’ll take you out." Some things couldn’t be said openly now.

Yan Xizhong was willing to speak this way because Niu Da and his group had not violated his taboos.

They walked to an elevator entrance, where Xiao Gui was already waiting.