"Tormented?"
Hearing the Green-Faced Ghost Prison Guard mention two methods, Qi Xiu slowly raised his gaze, looking at the Tongue-Ripping Hell before him.
It seemed to offer two ways to leave this hell, but in reality, there was only one.
Endure the torture for another 3750 years...
With a light chuckle, just as Qi Xiu was about to raise his hand to suppress and kill the Green-Faced Ghost Prison Guard in front of him, a glimmer of insight flashed in his mind:
"Do you know what the next layer of hell is like?"
"I know, the next layer is the Scissor Hell. When you fall into this hell, your body is pressed down, exposing your limbs, which are then cut off one by one by the prison guards."
The Green-Faced Ghost Prison Guard seemed very familiar with the Scissor Hell, speaking casually.
With a slight change in his gaze, a plan formed in Qi Xiu's mind.
