As for Old Liang, after he was swallowed by the evil spirit, he only felt that his surroundings were filled with corrosive liquid. It was like acid. His entire body was burning in pain, and he was in unspeakable pain. He screamed and howled, but in despair, he saw that his skin and flesh were disappearing, leaving only white bones!
"Ah … Darn it. It hurts … Kill me if you have what it takes. Give me a quick death! If you have what it takes, corrode my flesh. I want a body of white bones. Let's see what you can do to me then! "Old Liang yelled loudly as he tried his best to distract himself. However, what left him in despair was that flesh would grow out from his bones again before continuing to corrode. The pain seemed to be an endless loop! The despair and pain made him feel like he was about to collapse …
It was unknown how much time passed. It might have been a few seconds or a century. In any case, Old Liang could no longer tell time. Amidst his dazed state, he seemed to see a massive pass sandwiched between two Yin mountains. There were ghosts guarding it and ghost generals suppressing it. There were three huge golden words written on it — Netherworld Gates, Gates of Hell!
In a daze, he handed over a slip of paper and was let in. He walked on an extremely heavy yellow soil road that seemed to have infinite gravitational pull. The more he walked, the more tired he became. He was nearly drained of energy. The whip of the ghost soldiers struck him, making him feel like his soul was dissipating. Vaguely, he saw strange flowers blooming on both sides of the road. They were extremely gorgeous …
At the end of the yellow dirt road was a pitch-black river. There were three stone bridges across the river. After crossing the stone bridges, the ghosts walked onto a dirt platform. Then, they saw something, and they started to cry.
Some ghosts drank the soup of an old granny by the side of the dirt platform before leaving in a daze.
Old Liang did not drink it. Instead, he was sent to a hall by the ghost soldiers. He still couldn't hear or see clearly, but he vaguely heard someone call his name. "Tiger Liang, do you know your crimes?"
He did not say a word. Following that, he heard someone say, "Killed 156 rabbits, five wolves, and three bears. Kill … For your heinous sins, you shall be sentenced to hell on a mountain of blades!"
Then, he sobered up.
"What is this place?" Tiger Liang looked at the scene in front of him in horror! The road in front of him was made of knives. What was even more terrifying was that there was a tall mountain made of knives in the distance. It towered into the clouds, and one could not see the end!
At that moment, he thought of an ancient legend and muttered, "The Eighteen Levels of Hell, the Mountain of Knives Hell?"
Pa!
A crisp sound rang out. At the same time, Old Liang felt as though his spine was about to explode! He couldn't help but let out a blood-curdling scream. He subconsciously took a step forward and stepped on the blade. Only at this moment did he realize how sharp these Daos were. In that instant, the sole of his foot was cut open. It was so painful that tears streamed down his face. His body fell down uncontrollably. Tiger Liang subconsciously braced himself with both hands, only to have his fingers and palms sliced apart …
"Ahhh …"
Tiger Liang tumbled to the ground amidst his tragic cries. The moment he did so, a layer of his skin was sliced off, instantly turning him into a bloody mess! The pain intensified as he could not help but continue tumbling. Instantly, flesh and blood splattered and soon, a living person was reduced to bones. His bones fractured and he was reduced to minced meat. However, Tiger Liang realized that he could still feel the pain. It was a heart-wrenching pain! His tongue had been sliced off, but it was still painful! It was as though he would never be able to escape the pain, even if he was reduced to smithereens!
At that moment, a ghost held a whip. The whip flew out and swept all the minced meat back. Then, with a flick of the whip, Tiger Liang was thrown back to his original spot. His body reformed once again. Tiger Liang was pleasantly surprised to discover that his body was complete again! It was just a little weaker than before.
Upon seeing the Mountain of Knives Hell in front of him, Tiger Liang turned to run. But the moment he turned, he saw a five-meter-tall ghost standing behind him. The ghost grinned and said with a sinister smile, "After entering the Mountain of Knives Hell, you can forget about leaving if you don't reach the peak of the mountain of knives! Either scram back or I'll throw you in! "
"Please …" Tiger Liang no longer dared to consider himself a tiger. He no longer had the ferocity he had when facing the rabbit, female deer, and Fangzheng. All that was left was pleading. The pain from before had reached the depths of his soul. He was truly afraid of the pain.
"Scram!" The gigantic ghost raised its leg and kicked Tiger Liang, sending him flying out with a tragic cry. He originally imagined that he would fly very far, but the moment he reached a spot with a saber, his body seemed to lose its inertia. With a thud, he plummeted straight to the ground. The blade penetrated his flesh, and the pain seeped into his bones!
"Ah!" Tiger Liang cried out tragically. He could not hold it back once again as he tumbled around. He once again experienced the pain of being sliced into pieces. His flesh and blood splattered as his bones were crushed!
It was still the same ghost. With a whip, his minced meat and bones were retrieved and thrown to the ground. Tiger Liang had reformed once again. However, this time, Tiger Liang's eyes no longer had the pleasant surprise from the first time. Instead, they were filled with endless horror! Endless resurrections represented endless torture! And every resurrection would drain a portion of his stamina. That also meant that if he continued resurrecting, it was very likely that he would never reach the mountaintop!
However, when he looked far into the distance, the mountain of knives was at the end of the horizon. It did not look far, but as the saying goes, a mountain in sight can run a horse to death! Just the Path of Ten Thousand Knives to the mountain of knives was an unknown distance. To reach the summit? Was that even possible?
"You still have three seconds to rest. If you don't leave, I'll send you on your way," said the gigantic ghost behind him.
Tiger Liang jumped in fright when he heard that. If he were to be kicked in again, it was likely that he would be covered in knife wounds. He would not be able to tolerate it and end up with minced meat! He had to reduce the pain and hold back from falling. Even if he fell, he could not roll around. Instead, he had to think of a way to walk forward!
With this in mind, Tiger Liang gritted his teeth and took a step forward. Since there was no way back, all he could do was walk forward.
This was also the first time he took the initiative to take a step forward. However, the moment he took the step forward, a memory flashed through his mind. It was a scene of him stealing a chicken from the neighboring village when he was young and killing it with a pole! Back then, he had used a pole to smack the hen to the ground while it was in its nest. Two of the chicks in the nest were also killed. One had its leg broken, but the remaining two didn't run. Instead, they surrounded the old hen and chirped about something. It was as though they were calling for their mother to wake up, or as though they were complaining about Tiger Liang's brutality.
However, Tiger Liang did not think too much about it. He killed the two chicks with a pole and ran to the forest outside the village. He lit a fire and roasted them.
This scene flashed by as Tiger Liang felt an excruciating pain in his feet. He jolted awake and gritted his teeth to prevent himself from falling. He raised his leg and took another step forward.
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