Tang San had originally prepared himself for death.
Although he didn't want to die, since he had reached this point, rather than eking out a miserable existence, suffering endless pain and frustration, he would rather be reborn.
Perhaps in the next life, he could retain the memories and experiences of his previous two lives.
That way, in the next life, he would definitely learn from his mistakes, be more cautious, rational, calm, and elegant, ascending to the peak stage with an incomparably perfect demeanor.
For example, Feixian City, even cultivating to that state last time, he was able to pass the assessment and even be snatched up by experts as a disciple.
If he developed perfectly in the future, wouldn't he take off?
However, at this moment,
when he discovered that he couldn't even die and had to endure 120,000 lifetimes in the animal realm, each with 180,000 years of torment in the eighteenth level of hell,
facing this unimaginable and terrifying punishment, which was many times worse than death,
his heart, already filled with loneliness and despair, instantly became active again.
Endless anger and fear erupted within him,
and he frantically shouted about injustice, cursing Divine King Tang San, Nangong Lingyun, Feixian City, and even the judgment System of hell in turn.
Unfortunately, no matter what he did, no matter how loud and desperate his voice was, no matter how much terror it contained,
even if he changed his curses to pleas, begging bitterly with extreme grief, his body continued to move forward involuntarily, unable to slow down even a fraction.
It was like being in a lucid dream, able to perceive what was happening to him, but unable to control or change it.
He watched as he left the gloomy hall, stepped onto the road to the Yellow Springs, and was about to arrive at the first level of hell.
Until, after who knows how long, he arrived at a strange Space,
and the moment he entered, with a buzz, a mysterious wave swept over his entire body from top to bottom.
With a jolt, he suddenly realized that he had regained control of his body, could move freely, make sounds, and seemed to be ten or a hundred times more sensitive than when he was alive.
He could sense even the slightest breeze or movement in the outside world with incredible clarity,
and it seemed that he could even feel clearly how many tiny grains of sand were in the dirt under his feet, which gave him a very bad feeling.
Facing him, a blue-faced, fanged, armored monster said in a chilling voice:
"This is the Tongue-Pulling Hell.
Those who have committed sins such as sowing discord, slandering and harming others, being glib-tongued, arguing cleverly, lying, and deceiving will be sent to this hell to suffer the punishment of having their tongues pulled out."
As soon as the words fell, San Zi reacted instinctively and roared:
"I didn't."
The blue-faced, fanged monster immediately smiled, its terrifying face twitching at the corners of its mouth, giving people an extremely chilling feeling.
"Look at you, still stubborn.
That sentence of yours is a lie.
You actually dare to lie in the Tongue-Pulling Hell, and you say it so confidently that you almost believe it yourself. You're quite unique.
Guards, carry out the punishment and help him recall whether he has ever lied in the past."
Four Ghost Officials rushed forward instantly, dragged him onto a blood-soaked rack, and bound his limbs with iron chains, even fixing his head firmly in place.
Almost only his mouth and fingers could move.
This time, the fear in his heart instantly took over again, and Tang San hurriedly begged.
"Ghost Official, I'm sorry, I just said it without thinking.
But I'm really innocent, please be sure to investigate."
The blue-faced, fanged monster laughed directly.
"You said you lied without thinking and you're still innocent?
That sentence is also a lie. Counting the previous sentence, add two thousand years to your sentence.
Keep talking, I want to see how far you can add to your sentence."
Tang San didn't speak anymore,
not because he had nothing to say, but because his mouth had been forcibly pried open by two Ghost Officials, the exaggerated power seemingly like an iron hoop on it, and no matter how he resisted, he couldn't shake it at all.
The other two Ghost Officials used iron tongs to clamp his tongue, stretched it straight, and then slowly pulled it out, so slowly that they might not be able to pull out one centimeter in an hour.
It was okay at first, but after two hours, the entire tongue began to tear evenly,
and with the blessing of senses that were a hundred times more sensitive than usual, the pain made even his soul tremble.
The key was that he couldn't even faint here. No matter how painful it was, he could only grit his teeth and endure it.
San Zi regretted it once again,
cursing himself inwardly for being stupid.
Why was he putting on an act of Bing Qing Yu Jie in this place?
Now it was good, his sentence was increased by another two thousand years.
He didn't know if it was just two thousand years added to this life, or if the Tongue-Pulling Hell would add two thousand years to each reincarnation in the future.
The next day, Tang San didn't try to be clever, but directly asked the Ghost Official,
"If I'm really wronged, is there any channel to appeal?"
The answer he received was that the Underworld was absolutely fair and just, and there could be no injustice.
On the third day, the seventh day, the twelfth day,
every time the Ghost Official supervising the punishment changed, San Zi immediately asked the same question.
He didn't believe that such a huge organization as the Underworld, responsible for countless ghosts, wouldn't have a supervisory body?
But to his despair, there really wasn't.
If there was one, it would be the black mirror at the top of the gloomy hall, but it could only determine the amount of sin and could not trace the cause and effect at all.
Especially since he had taken someone else's body, and the person whose body was taken had fully cooperated, leaving no trace at all,
which made it even more difficult to detect.
And cause and effect was too mysterious. Only the Heavenly Emperor who controlled the supreme authority, or experts who had cultivated to an incredible realm, could possibly investigate it.
There were only a few such people in the entire Universe, so how could they spend Time and power specifically for him?
And a mirror that simply judged the value of sin would still give the same judgment even if it was shone on ten thousand times, and might even increase the punishment for disagreeing with the result.
Because the things that God King Tang San did deserved such punishment.
When he learned of this situation, Tang San instantly understood,
why the secret technique of seizing a body was explicitly prohibited throughout the Universe, and once caught, the soul would be scattered and would never enter reincarnation.
This was even more terrifying than 129.6 trillion kalpas. At least there was still a glimmer of hope now, but once he was discovered to have seized a body, even that little hope would be gone, and he would truly and completely disappear.
The reason was that it was extremely harmful, but it was extremely difficult to trace, or even almost impossible.
After being in a daze for hundreds of thousands of years,
from the first level of the Tongue-Pulling Hell to the eighteenth level of the Knife Mountain Hell, San Zi didn't know how much pain he had suffered, and his entire spirit was completely numb.
Finally, one day, a few different Ghost Officials came. They didn't have blue faces and fangs, but looked more like normal people, and even their clothes were ordinary robes.
Under the operation of these special Ghost Officials, he was quickly thrown into something like a huge millstone,
and when he woke up again, he was already in a pigsty.