"If we go on like this, I'm afraid we won't have enough steps to get to the Heavenly Throne. If we go back, the number of steps will also be reduced." Liu Yun said.
Zhou Wen shook his head and said, "Even if we come from the first torture chamber, I'm afraid we won't be able to reach the God of the Underworld."
"Why, is the number of steps still not enough?" Liu Yun wondered.
"I don't know if the number of steps is enough. I only know that in just one day, there are two hundred and thirty-nine kinds of punishments. The punishment alone is really nothing to our body, but two hundred and thirty-nine Can we bear the accumulation of these punishments? Anyway, I can’t bear it. Among the people I know, I am afraid that there is only one person who can walk this street and survive all the punishments. Unfortunately, he is not here.” Zhou Wen said.
"Although it is indeed difficult, you have to try anyway, you can't just sit and wait for death?" Liu Yun said.
"Then you can try it first." Zhou Wen pointed to the nearby shop and said.
"If I try, I will try." Liu Yun also knew that at this point, he must try his best to try, otherwise there would be no way out.
"Do you want to go back first?" Liu Yun looked at the road and said, but he quickly denied it himself: "Let's go to the torture room next to it and try."
There was still some time before the next hour's bell, and the two of them could only stand there and wait.
Zhou Wen took out his mobile phone and looked at it, but the download was still not completed. This game is obviously relatively large.
Zhou Wen took the opportunity to practice the avoidance of the gods. Every time he was summoned for a few breaths, he would switch him back when he was about to be blown up. After repeated practice, Yuying's body became more and more transparent. Later, it became more and more transparent. It seems to be crystal clear.
Zhou Wen faintly felt that Yuying was about to break through.
"I don't know what the soul of the perfect body will be like?" Zhou Wen pinned his hopes on Yuying. The avoidance of the gods is not enough to fight against the taboo power here. If they can be promoted to the perfect body, maybe they will still survive hope.
As for being punished in the punishment room, Zhou Wen didn't have much hope for it. His physique is already very strong, but he may not be able to sustain so many punishments in such a short period of time. Unless Li Xuan is here, otherwise Zhou Wen didn't want to try at all.
An hour passed quickly, and while Yuying was resting, Zhou Wen chatted with Chuhe, consciously asking about Chuhe's past.
Trapped here, Chuhe was already terrified, and being able to chat with people was also a way to relieve psychological pressure, and he said a lot.
Chuhe has a clear memory of the past. It doesn't look like there is any problem, and there is no memory loss.
when! when! when…
The bell rang again, and this time it rang eight times. After the bell stopped, the gates of the torture chambers that were closed on both sides of the long street were opened.
Zhou Wen looked at the torture room on the side, and saw a weird torture tool in the torture room, which looked like a wooden horse, and on the back of the wooden horse, there was a long spike, like a unicorn horn. It's just that instead of growing on the head, it grows on the back.
Next to the instrument of torture, there was a sign with the words "Twenty Steps of Trojan Horse Punishment" written on it.
"Eldest brother, you can get 20 steps for one punishment here, the reward is very high, do you want to try?" Zhou Wen said to Liu Yun beside him.
Liu Yun took a look at the instrument of torture, his face turned green, and he immediately shook his head and said, "Try your sister, let's try this, a thousand knives and thousands of shaves, one step at a piece of meat, and a few more shaves, you can change a few more steps." , this is a punishment that can be punished repeatedly, maybe there is a chance to get some more steps."
"Can you bear it?" Zhou Wen looked at the torture room, which was being scraped by thousands of knives, and saw an iron shackle hanging on the beam in the room, and a dagger-sized knife beside it.
You can probably understand it at a glance, this is to hang up with your hands handcuffed, and then scrape the meat with a knife.
"Manly man, in order to survive, if there is anything you can't bear, let me do it." Liu Yun knew that if he wanted to survive now, he could only fight.
Without any hesitation, Liu Yun followed the method Chuhe said, and shouted at the torture room: "I will be tortured by thousands of swords."
As soon as the voice fell, the body disappeared beside Zhou Wen, as if teleported. Zhou Wen looked over in a blink of an eye, and saw that he had been handcuffed and hung in the air in the execution room.
The small knife was picked up by a white ghost-like creature, and it slashed down towards Liu Yun's thigh.
The small knife seemed to be sawing meat, cutting back and forth bit by bit, and sliced a piece of meat off Liu Yun's thigh.
Not to mention, the white ghost's knife skills are really top-notch, the sliced meat is as thin as a cicada's wing, almost transparent, comparable to a top chef.
Zhou Wen also probably understands why the knife cuts the meat so thinly. It's not because of the fear of people dying, but because if the cut is too thick, thousands of slices won't be cut.
This kind of cutting method is only one piece, Liu Yun's face is pale from the pain, the wound is still second to none, the cut meat is not much, but it really hurts too much.
Liu Yun gritted his teeth and remained silent, the knife continued to cut, and slowly cut off another piece of flesh.
When Zhou Wen looked at Liu Yun again, his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
Chuhe was also terrified watching from the sidelines. Such a bloody and cruel criminal law made people feel creepy just by looking at it.
The small knife cut down the flesh one by one, and Liu Yunheng didn't even make a sound. He was a model of a true man with iron blood, and even Zhou Wen had to admire him. Liu Yun was really tough.
To Zhou Wen's surprise, Liu Yun's wound didn't bleed much. Every time a piece of flesh was cut with a knife, the wound would shrink automatically without a lot of bleeding.
"Eldest brother, I can't tell, you have practiced such a strong self-healing technique." Zhou Wen exclaimed.
"Self-healing ass, it's the power in the torture chamber that stops me from bleeding, it's because I'm afraid I'll die before I'm scratched by thousands of knives." Liu Yun cursed.
He is not really such a violent person, he just wants to vent his pain by cursing.
After scraping twenty-three slices in a row, the iron and blood flowed like clouds and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted loudly: "I give up and continue to be tortured."
With a bang, the iron chains opened by themselves, and Liu Yun's body fell down, but when he fell, he had already returned to the stone slab where he was originally on.
Sure enough, the number on his slate increased by twenty-three.
"Look, it's not very simple, just add twenty-three all at once, try a few more torture chambers, and it will be no problem to walk to the throne of the underworld." Liu Yun said with a pale face.
Not to mention Zhou Wen, even Chu He could tell that this was just Liu Yun's self-consolation.