Street test: Pretending to be a ghost to scare people? Die!

The dead body was buried in the river, and the dead body was buried.

"Want to run?"

Liu Feng sneered and patted Xiao Zhuge's head.

Xiao Zhuge disappeared instantly.

...

The underworld.

Hei Wuchang took Zhang Hao and headed straight to the tongue-pulling hell!

The road to Huangquan was filled with gloomy air and ghosts, which frightened Zhang Hao!

The ghosts and wolves howling in his ears made Zhang Hao's soul fly away!

"Master Hei, please let me go!"

"If you have any questions, go to the master. There is no need to make things difficult for a mortal like me!"

Zhang Hao begged bitterly.

He never expected that the ghost actor who died first did not go to hell, but he came to the underworld first!

If he delayed a little longer, the body would be cold and smelly...

He would really die!

Hei Wuchang snorted coldly when he heard this.

"Speak!"

"Where is he!"

Hei Wuchang continued to hurry on his way while asking coldly.

The wronged souls and evil spirits on the road gave way one after another, with fear in their eyes.

At the same time, they were also very curious, which big shot died and could make Hei Wuchang open the way himself!

Unlike them, not only did they have to move forward with difficulty in the cold wind like a knife, but if they were a little slower, there would be ghost messengers with whips to serve...

Zhang Hao listened to Hei Wuchang's words and quickly replied: "The master is in the store! He went to sleep on the second floor!"

Hei Wuchang raised his eyebrows.

Sleeping in the store...

He thought he knew nothing?

The one sleeping in the store was obviously the immortal who summoned him and Lao Bai!

Liu Feng, a master of nothing, wants to cheat the immortal?

Hei Wuchang gave a two-word evaluation: "Nonsense!"

Zhang Hao was stunned when he heard it.

He didn't talk nonsense!

He was telling the truth!

Why didn't Hei Wuchang believe it?

Hei Wuchang continued to interrogate: "Tell me! Where is he!"

Zhang Hao listened to the same question and quickly replied again: "He is upstairs in the bath center! He is sleeping!"

When Hei Wuchang heard the same answer, he was furious!

He actually used the same excuse to fool him twice...

This kid really won't cry until he sees the coffin!

But then Hei Wuchang's heart moved again.

After a little thought, Hei Wuchang vaguely understood.

Zhang Hao was deliberately confusing people!

He led him and Lao Bai to the second floor, saying that he was looking for Liu Feng, but in fact he was disturbing the immortal's rest!

Then it would not be Zhang Hao who would be unlucky.

It was him and Lao Bai!

Zhang Hao took the opportunity to sue them again...

He and Lao Bai were finished!

"Insidious... villain!"

Hei Wuchang became angrier and angrier, and slapped Zhang Hao on the head.

Zhang Hao suddenly felt dizzy and almost had his head exploded!

Then Zhang Hao found that Hei Wuchang was taking him faster!

Like a gust of wind, the wronged ghosts on the road couldn't even see Hei Wuchang's figure.

When Zhang Hao covered his head and finally stopped feeling dizzy-

"Brother Hei, what brought you here?"

A ghost messenger who looked like a jailer came to Hei Wuchang with a grin.

Zhang Hao felt a strong sense of familiarity with the green face and fangs!

Except for the not-so-strong figure.

In other aspects, he was just like the actor pretending to be a ghost!

This sense of familiarity did not make Zhang Hao feel at ease, but more frightened!

Because the actor pretending to be a ghost is fake, but the jailer in front of him is a real ghost!

Hei Wuchang was too lazy to say hello and pushed Zhang Hao forward directly.

The jailer subconsciously grabbed Zhang Hao and cast a puzzled look at Hei Wuchang.

"Punishment!"

Hei Wuchang shouted!

Seeing that Hei Wuchang was angry, the jailer pulled Zhang Hao inside without saying a word.

After passing through a door, he came to a cliff. Zhang Hao looked down and was shocked!

The cliff was not very high, only 20 to 30 meters.

Below was an endless plain, which was densely packed with tortured ghosts!

There were countless jailers executing the execution.

Zhang Hao looked at the nearest place and saw the jailer clamping the tongue of the tortured ghost with pliers and slowly pulling it out until it broke a little bit...

The creepy process made Zhang Hao shudder!

Then it was the second torture, over and over again.

The cruel scene of blood splattering made Zhang Hao's head explode!

What shocked Zhang Hao even more was that --

the faces of these tortured ghosts were numb, and they didn't even cry out!

It was as if...

"If you haven't experienced this tens of thousands of times, you can't be so numb!"

Zhang Hao was terrified.

Tongue pulling torture is painful enough once, how can it be thousands of times?

I'm afraid that even the last bit of spirituality in the depths of his soul has been completely wiped out!

"Brother Hei, the people being tortured here are all old ghosts, so there's little noise, so as not to disturb your peace with screams."

The jailer explained to Hei Wuchang, and was also trying to show his goodwill to Hei Wuchang.

Those who work in the underworld have been dealing with all kinds of evil ghosts and wronged souls for years, and they have calluses from hearing screams!

So being able to stay in a quiet place for a while is already a great enjoyment.

But Hei Wuchang didn't appreciate it.

"Change!"

Hei Wuchang waved his hand.

He didn't come to enjoy himself, he came to pry open Zhang Hao's mouth!

This kid is very tight-lipped and his mind is extremely firm.

This place is so quiet, how can it scare Zhang Hao's mind?

To deal with hard bones, you have to use heavy punishment!

Must go to the new ghost area!

The jailer was frustrated, but he didn't dare to get angry. He smiled and escorted Zhang Hao to a new place...

Now Zhang Hao's ears were noisy.

"Ahhhh——I will never lie again! Ah——"

"Help...Help! I will never make up dirty rumors again!!"

"Ah!!!"

...

All kinds of screams and wails were heard by Zhang Hao all the time.

The purgatory-like scene was enough to make anyone's eyes burst with blood!

Hei Wuchang was satisfied.

But seeing that Zhang Hao was still standing steadily in front, Hei Wuchang frowned secretly.

Could it be that this couldn't scare Zhang Hao?

"This kid is really brave!"

"People who can follow the immortal are really good!"

"This courage is really beyond the reach of ordinary people."

Hei Wuchang sighed secretly.

The jailer suddenly screamed: "Brother Hei, this kid is scared out of his wits!"

The jailer was shocked!

If the three souls and seven spirits lose their souls, they are no different from the walking dead.

To be honest, he has been working in the underworld for so many years, and he has seen countless ghosts!

Among them, there are quite a few who can be scared to death.

But...

"I haven't been tortured yet, and you are so scared just by looking at it? What a talent!"

The jailer complained in his heart.

There are only a handful of people who are so scared without being tortured!

Hei Wuchang's face turned black!

After a little sense, Hei Wuchang raised his hand and grabbed Zhang Hao's soul back!

"Ah!"

After Zhang Hao's soul came back, he screamed and almost fell to the ground!

Hei Wuchang kicked him directly, causing Zhang Hao to fall flat on his face.

"Speak!"

Hei Wuchang shouted.

The jailer also cooperated very well, and reached behind his back and took out a pair of pliers.

Zhang Hao turned his head and saw the jailer with a sinister smile on his face, and he shuddered immediately!

"Master Hei, I'm telling the truth!"

"The master is really upstairs!"

"If I lie, I'll be struck by lightning!"

Zhang Hao responded hastily and even swore.

Hei Wuchang waved his hand impatiently, asking the jailer to start the torture.

The jailer smiled, squatted beside Zhang Hao, and stretched out his hand to pinch Zhang Hao's cheek.

Zhang Hao was shocked and struggled desperately but to no avail!

His mouth was pinched open, and the jailer stretched out the pliers with a sinister smile on his face!

The iron pliers, which were colder than the Yin Qi, clamped Zhang Hao's tongue...