The sky was covered with strange and very strange blood clouds, and the rich blood clouds seemed to rain blood at any time. The whistling sound of wind came from my ears. Even if it was just a breeze blowing, it was still cold and unbearable.

What lingers in my ears is not music, not chanting, nor noisy, but a miserable howl...

He plucked up his courage to open his eyes. Wherever he saw, there were oil pans with hot oil rolling in bites after bites. Two ghost officials in the uniforms of the Qing Dynasty prisoners stood on both sides of the oil pan. The ghost officials on the left held a sharp harpoon in his hand, and the ghost officials on the right held a slender pole similar to a fishing rod in his hand. A slender but extremely conspicuous silver thread fell vertically from the top of the pole and fell into the oil pan.

The other end of the silver thread was tied to a ghost who had bubbles all over his body and was wailing miserably in the oil pan. Once he struggled to escape from the oil pan, the ghost man holding the harpoon would mercilessly fork him back with a fork and continue to endure the pain of frying!

Oil pan hell!

When I saw this scene in front of me, the little bastard, who was only 25 or 26 years old, became frightened and froze, and didn't dare to move at all...

"Oh, another one came down!" When he was panicking and wondering what to do, a ghost man who was frying a ghost next to a pan less than three meters away from him found him, and suddenly turned his head. The almost incomplete face made the little bastard scream: "No...I'm not...I'm not dead yet, I'm not dead yet! Don't blow me, don't blow me..."

"Do you know where this place is?" Hearing the little bastard's scream, the 'ghost messenger' who found him smiled coldly: "This is the hell of the oil pot! Any evil ghost who was born, who robbed thieves, bullied the weak, trafficked women and children, falsely accused and slandered others' money, and occupied his wife's house would come here for a walk, are you..."

He looked at the little gangster up and down. The "Ghost Crazy" shook his hand and a silver scripture appeared in his hand. He saw him turning on the silver scriptures and seem to be looking at something. A few seconds later, the "Ghost Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy

"No...no...I don't want it!" Listening to the names of hell after names mentioned by the "Ghost Crew", the little bastard was completely frightened, and his screaming sound rushed to the sky!

"Hehe, you can't help it. Come here and you!" The "Ghost Crew" smiled and saw that he shook the pole in his hand. The silver thread tied to the pole on the pole was soaring. Soon he tied the little bastard tightly. He heard the ghost Crew call and wave his hand again. The little bastard flew up uncontrollably and fell into the oil pan accurately. The oil pan suddenly sniffed...

"According to the crime you committed, you should fry in a pan for twenty hours, oh, that is, forty hours as Yang Shi said..."

"Ah... no... no... no..." The little mudman appeared and disappeared in the oil pan, screaming, wailing, and struggling...

The "Ghost Crew" held the scriptures in one hand and the pole in the other, standing by the oil pan and looking at him and laughing...

After struggling in the oil pan for about ten seconds, the "ghost man" lifted the rod and lifted the little munch from the oil pan. He inserted the rod on the blood-colored rock beside him, and hung the little munch in the air. The oil pan was below and the terrifying blood clouds were above.

And looking straight... the so-called standing high and looking far away, this endless oil pan and the echoing screams in the sky will not make the little bastard almost lose his soul. It is terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible!

"There are rules in the world, and we are honest and lenient and resistant and strict. Naturally, there are similar rules in our underworld." The "Ghost Crew" looked up slightly and glanced at the little bastard, and said to him with a solemn expression: "There are still unknowns in the crimes you committed in the world. Next, listen to my questions and I will ask you. If there is any falsehood, the fried time limit will double! If you answer truthfully, deduct an hour of fried time for a question, do you understand?"

"I understand, I understand..." The taste of being fried is really terrifying. Holding the idea that one can count one hour by one, the little bastard nodded very quickly, and he was more well-behaved than the small insects in pupate...

"The first question." The 'Ghost Crew' smiled faintly, but when he smiled, the incompleteness on his face became more obvious and more terrifying. The little bastard closed his eyes so much that he didn't dare to look at him again.

"Let me ask you, who is in power in the Lu family in Wenle County now?" The 'Ghost Crew' asked with a squinted eye.

"Of course it's Lu Yonghui... Oh, no, no, it's not Lu Yonghui!" The little bastard was frightened and replied tremblingly: "The person in power is Lu Yonghui's youngest son, Lu Dexiang..."

"How could it be him? This is really an enemy! The road is narrow!" Ye Yangcheng, oh, that ghost man, was stunned when he heard the little bastard's answer, and then said in his heart: "This kid's life is so great! But... I want to see if you can escape the first day of the lunar calendar, and if you can still escape the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar!"

Thinking of this, Ye Yangcheng snorted gently with the corner of his mouth again, and then continued to ask the little gangster: "Let me ask you, how many people are there in Baojing Town this time? Where are they?"

"This... this time... there were more than 650 people." The little gangster stammered: "Three hundred of them were companies... Oh, that is, the security company under Lu Yonghui's name, are actually elite thugs of the Lu family. These three hundred people are now in the town. I heard that they are on standby. As long as Lu Dexiang calls, he will arrive at Baojing Town... Then... that, except for these three hundred people, the remaining three hundred and fifty people are just transferred from the casinos of other towns... The younger brother who transferred here... scattered all over Baojing Town..."

"So naive!" After hearing the little bastard's words, Ye Yangcheng laughed again. The reason for the laugh was actually very simple, that is, Lu Dexiang was afraid that the plan was wrong, so he hid the elite in Yandang Town in advance and stood for a backup plan.

But he didn't know that the current jurisdiction of Yeyang City already includes half of Yandang Town, and this small half of Yandang Town almost covers the main living areas of Yandang Town... In other words, unless he was willing to let those elites enter the mountains and live the life of a savage, how could he escape Yeyang City?

To find out the foreigners who came together at No. 300 in one place, how simple it is to do this! After making up his mind, Ye Yangcheng continued to ask the little gangster: "Where is Lu Dexiang in Baojing Town now?"

"He...he and several big brothers are all at Baihe Hotel on Xibin Road..."

Just ask and answer, in less than a minute, Ye Yangcheng had already learned all the information he needed, but there was still more than a minute left in the Sumeru Illusion Realm. Waste is not a good habit!

As soon as the corner of his mouth was lifted, Ye Yangcheng pulled out the pole inserted on the blood-colored rock, and the little gangster fell into the oil pan again, wailing fiercely...

Looking at this tragic little bastard, Ye Yangcheng's heart was getting harder and harder... If it were the case before, he would have watched a person rolling in the oil pan, even if this person was a heinous bastard, he would still be unable to bear it!

How could I be as calm as I am now, watching people rolling in the oil pan, as if I were watching a piece of ribs frying in the oil pan, and I was indifferent?!
Chapter completed!