Douluo: Not short of money!

"Jiejie, brother Pliers, leave this matter to us!"

A steel-fork brat patted his chest and assured the pliers brat.

The other kid with the steel fork didn't waste any more nonsense. He walked to the tiger bench, held Tang San's chin with his left hand, and picked up the steel fork with his right hand, preparing to use the steel fork to pry open Tang San's mouth.

"Uh... don't!"

Seeing this steel fork brat trying to pry open his mouth with the barbed steel fork in his hand, Tang San was horrified. Is this something a human would do?

By the way, these green-skinned brats are not human at all!

"Don't want it? Jie Jie~! You have to want it even if you don't want it!"

With a strange laugh, the steel fork kid not only did not put down the steel fork in his hand, but instead stabbed it with his hand, and the steel fork was inserted into Tang San's mouth.

"Pfft—!"

Blood spattered and heart-wrenching pain came, and Tang San couldn't help but howl.

The steel-fork kid pried Tang San's mouth open, and the other steel-fork kid immediately stepped forward. The two steel-fork kid pinched Tang San's upper and lower jaws respectively to prevent them from closing.

"Jie Jie——!"

The two steel-forked goblins opened Tang San's mouth, and the pliers goblin laughed, and quickly handed the pliers in his hands in, and accurately picked up Tang San's tongue.

"!!!"

His tongue was caught by the pliers of the pliers kid, Tang San's pupils immediately tightened, and he began to struggle vigorously, regardless of the injury on his mouth.

"Jie Jie——!"

With a strange laugh, the pliers kid caught Tang San's tongue and began to slowly pull it out.

Moreover, at this moment, the two steel-forked brats were holding his mouth open, preventing him from closing it. He didn't even have the ability to bite off his tongue, so he could only struggle to bear the pain of pulling it out.

I don't know how long it took, but after Tang San's tongue was pulled three or three inches out of his mouth, with a "touch--", the entire tongue was finally pulled out by the tongue puller, right down to the root.

Although his tongue was pulled out, Tang San didn't feel any pity at all, because the hell of tongue pulling was over, and he no longer needed to endure this inhuman pain.

Losing his tongue might not be a relief for Tang San at this time!

"Jie Jie——!"

Unlike Tang San who was freed, after the tongue-pulling kid pulled out Tang San's tongue, the four little ghosts raised their heads and laughed strangely.

Along with the strange laughter of the four green-skinned imps, the space began to change, and the vision became blurry.

When Tang San could clearly see the scene in his sight, he found that he seemed to have returned to the time when he first came to the Tongue Pulling Hell.

It’s still the four green-skinned brats, and it’s still the tiger stool. The tongue that was pulled out before is still there, and the mouth that was punctured by the steel-forked brat with a steel fork has no injuries.

"Wait, scissor hell?"

Suddenly, Tang San discovered the huge stone tablet not far behind the four green-skinned brats. What was engraved on it was no longer 'tongue pulling hell', but scissors hell!

As for the four green-skinned imps, the chain imps remained the same, but the two steel-fork imps were replaced by imps with unknown torture instruments composed of ropes and small wooden sticks hung around their waists, and the pliers imps were also replaced by scissor imps.

What Tang San didn't know was that the two imps with unknown torture instruments made of ropes and small wooden sticks hanging around their waists were named Kaozi imps.

The bag hanging on the waist is used to pinch the fingers.

Just when Tang San was at a loss as to why he had gone through the Tongue Pulling Hell, not to be liberated, but to have entered the Scissors Hell, the imp in chains began to push Tang San onto the Tiger Bench.

The brats in the eighteen levels of hell were extremely powerful, and Tang San couldn't resist. So, very quickly, Tang San was chained to the tiger bench by the brats again.

Then, the two jiazi kiddies took off the jiuzi hanging from their waists, put them on Tang San's hands, and began to tighten them tightly.

"what--!"

Suddenly, a strong pain spread between his fingers, causing Tang San to scream in agony.

When the scissor kid saw that everything was ready, he waited for himself to go on stage. He immediately picked up the big scissors on his waist and started gesticulating with Tang San's fingers.

"Click -" with a sound, the scissors closed, blood stains bloomed, and a finger fell off.

"what--!"

This time, a wailing sound that sounded even more miserable than before resounded through Scissor Hell.

During the tongue pulling hell, his tongue was clamped by the tongue pulling devil, and his mouth was pried open by the steel fork devil. No matter how painful it was, Tang San couldn't scream out.

But it was different in Scissor Hell. Tang San could wail as much as he wanted, but for the four green-skinned brats, the more miserable Tang San screamed, the more excited they became?

What's even more terrible is that in the scissor hell, every time a finger is cut off, the pain sensitivity of the victim's hands will double.

Although it is not doubling and doubling like 2486, doubling every time is not something that ordinary people can bear.

The biggest characteristic of the eighteen levels of hell is that the greater the pain one endures, the clearer the senses become, and those who are tortured are immortal.

Otherwise, as long as you are still an individual, you will not be able to persist through the entire process of the eighteen levels of hell.

......

What Tang San didn't know was that in the eighteenth level of hell, besides him and a few green-skinned imps, there was another figure watching silently in mid-air.

It's just that this figure was invisible and he couldn't detect it.

‘Tsk, tsk~, I can’t bear to see it~, I can’t bear to see it! ’

Looking at Tang San who was wailing pitifully below, Ye Chen couldn't bear to look directly at him.

Apparently, a certain Douluo who was 'cat crying like a mouse, pretending to be compassionate' had selectively forgotten who sent Tang San here.

Before, when the Eighteenth Level of Hell was still a hundred thousand year soul skill, Ye Chen's consciousness could not enter the Eighteenth Level of Hell.

Moreover, as long as the opponent's mental power is weaker than Ye Chen's, all the damage sustained in the eighteen levels of hell will be immediately fed back to the opponent in the form of mental attacks.

Because mental attacks are fed back immediately, if the opponent is not strong enough, he may not be able to survive the first level of tongue pulling hell.

But after the age of the ninth spirit ring changed from a hundred thousand years to a million-year spirit ring, the eighteen levels of hell became different.

As the age of the soul ring increases, the effect of the soul skills will naturally increase, not to mention that there is a qualitative gap between a hundred thousand year soul ring and a million year soul ring.