PFC Chapter 567???????????
Chapter 567???????????
Deep in the endless darkness, there is a place called the fifteenth level of hell - the crucifixion hell.
This place is filled with painful wails and the atmosphere of despair, and it is where sinful souls receive the ultimate punishment.
Zhuang Qing, the evildoer who had committed numerous crimes and acted recklessly in the world, was now tied firmly to a huge and gloomy rack.
The frame was made of black iron that emitted an eerie black light. It was cold and solid, mercilessly imprisoning his body.
Zhuang Qing's limbs were stretched to their limits by the thick iron chains, and every muscle and tendon was under tremendous tension, as if they would break at any time. However, this was only the beginning of his pain.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and decay, which was disgusting.
Dark red flames danced on the stone walls, casting twisted and terrifying shadows.
In this corner of hell, the shrill screams of other victims could be heard from time to time. The sounds were like sharp arrows, piercing Zhuang Qing's almost collapsed nerves again and again.
The ghosts in charge of the execution had no expression on their faces. They were tall, wearing black armor, holding sharp torture instruments, and there was a cold light flashing in their eyes.
One of the ghost soldiers walked up to Zhuang Qing, the long sword in his hand flashing coldly in the dim firelight.
He raised the knife without mercy, pointed it at Zhuang Qing's arm, and slashed it hard.
Zhuang Qing's skin was cut open instantly, and blood gushed out, staining the ground beneath him red.
Intense pain spread throughout his body like an electric current, and a heart-wrenching roar came from his throat.
But this roar seemed so insignificant in this empty hell that it could not arouse anyone's sympathy at all.
The ghost soldier continued to cut off piece by piece of Zhuang Qing's flesh with his knife without any pause.
Each cut was precise and cruel. Zhuang Qing's muscles were peeled off layer by layer, revealing his pale bones.
His pain continued to intensify and his consciousness gradually blurred, but the magic of hell kept him awake and unable to faint. He was forced to endure this endless torture.
As time went by, Zhuang Qing's body had become bloody and no longer human-like.
His limbs were incomplete, and blood from the wounds kept dripping, gathering into a small river of blood.
However, the punishment continued, and the ghosts' movements became more and more skilled, as if this was not a cruel punishment but a mechanical task.
Zhuang Qing's eyes were filled with fear and despair. He regretted what he had done in the human world, but it was too late.
The ghosts' actions did not stop, and Zhuang Qing's body had been cut into pieces, leaving almost only a skeleton.
His voice was hoarse and he could no longer make a complete roar. He could only squeeze out a weak moan from his throat.
But this did not affect the ghosts' determination at all. They wanted to make Zhuang Qing pay the most painful price for his crimes.
The sixteenth layer of hell - the volcanic hell, is like an eternal purgatory, exuding endless fear and despair.
Zhuang Qing was brought here, and the scene before him made his soul tremble.
A vast red world appeared before him, with huge volcanoes rising and falling, spewing thick smoke and hot magma.
The sky was dyed dark red, as if soaked in blood. The air was filled with a pungent smell of sulfur and a suffocating heat wave. Every breath he took was like countless burning blades piercing his lungs.
Before Zhuang Qing could recover from the shocking scene, a powerful force dragged him towards the crater of a volcano that was erupting violently.
He struggled desperately, trying to break free from the invisible restraints, but it was all in vain.
His feet involuntarily moved closer to the boiling magma, and the scorching temperature instantly burned the soles of his shoes.
The moment Zhuang Qing's toes touched the lava, a heart-wrenching pain spread throughout his body.
He screamed miserably, but the sound seemed so insignificant in this empty hell.
However, the mysterious force was merciless and continued to push him deeper into the crater.
Zhuang Qing's body was gradually submerged by the magma, and the raging flames mercilessly enveloped him, burning every inch of his skin. His skin quickly turned black, cracked, and then fell off, revealing the bright red muscle tissue underneath.
The severe pain almost made his consciousness collapse, but the laws of hell kept him awake. He could not faint and could only clearly feel this inhuman torture.
Zhuang Qing, who was in the magma, seemed to be in an endless ocean of pain.
His eyes were burned by the flames and his vision became blurred, but he could still feel the endless burning and destructive power.
He tried to call for help, but only painful whimpers and unclear pleas for mercy came out.
The pressure inside the volcano is constantly changing, causing the magma to roll and surge violently.
Zhuang Qing was thrown up and down by this force, like an insignificant fallen leaf drifting in the wind and waves.
Every collision with the magma brought new pain. His bones began to become brittle under the high temperature, making a creepy "cracking" sound.
Zhuang Qing's body gradually melted in the magma, but the punishment of hell did not stop there.
Every time his body was about to dissipate, a mysterious force would condense him into shape again and throw him into the endless flames again, causing his suffering to repeat itself endlessly.
As time went by, Zhuang Qing's soul was twisted by the pain.
He began to go crazy, rolling and roaring in the magma, but all this could not change his fate.
The roar of the volcano, the rolling of magma and Zhuang Qing's screams intertwined together, forming a horrifying picture of hell.
The seventeenth level of hell - the Stone Mill Hell, is like a cold and cruel slaughterhouse, ruthlessly devouring sinful souls.
Zhuang Qing, the evildoer who committed numerous crimes in the human world, has now been escorted to this horrific place of punishment.
As soon as Zhuang Qing stepped into this level of hell, an eerie chill hit him in the face.
Thick darkness filled the air, with only a few blue ghost lights flickering in the corners, casting strange and distorted shadows.
The air was filled with the nauseating smell of blood and decay.
He looked around in horror and saw a huge stone mill standing in the center of hell. The stone mill was carved from black stones and was rough and heavy, exuding the breath of death.
Several tall and ferocious-looking ghosts grabbed Zhuang Qing mercilessly and dragged him to the millstone.
Zhuang Qing struggled and shouted desperately, but his resistance seemed so powerless in front of the powerful ghosts.
The power of the ghosts was like an iron clamp, holding him tightly and making it impossible for him to break free.
Zhuang Qing was ruthlessly lifted up and thrown fiercely into the upper entrance of the millstone.
His body rolled several times in the millstone and he instantly fell into extreme panic.
He tried to grab the inner wall of the millstone, looking for any possibility of escape, but the inside of the millstone was extremely smooth and there was nowhere to put his strength.
With a low roar from the ghosts, they began to push the huge and heavy millstone.
The millstone began to turn slowly, slowly at first, but each turn brought a stronger sense of oppression and fear.
Zhuang Qing's body was gradually squeezed in the millstone. He could feel his bones under tremendous pressure, making a terrifying "crackling" sound.
The millstone turned faster and faster, and Zhuang Qing's screams echoed in hell.
His limbs were first twisted and deformed by the powerful force, his bones were broken, and his muscles were torn.
Blood spurted out from his wound, staining the inner wall of the millstone red. Then, his chest was crushed, his internal organs ruptured, and an indescribable pain spread throughout his body.
Zhuang Qing's eyes bulged out, filled with despair and fear. He watched helplessly as his body was destroyed bit by bit by the millstone, but his consciousness remained clear, and he was forced to feel the extreme pain every minute and every second.
His cries gradually became hoarse, and in the end, only a faint whimper could be squeezed out of his throat.
The millstone continued to turn mercilessly, and Zhuang Qing's body was no longer in human form, with blood and flesh all over it.
His head was shattered under the tremendous pressure, and his brains were splattered everywhere. Zhuang Qing, who was once arrogant and domineering in the world, had now turned into an unrecognizable meat paste.
However, the torment in hell did not end there. Even though Zhuang Qing's body had been crushed into a paste, his soul was still trapped in this painful cycle.
The power of the millstone crushed his soul again and again, and reassembled it again and again, making him repeat this inhumane pain over and over again.
At the deepest part of the underworld is the eighteenth level of hell - the Hell of Knives and Saws.
When Zhuang Qing was brought into this hell, his expression seemed relieved.
There was darkness all around, with only a few clusters of faint blue flames dancing on the walls, casting all kinds of distorted shadows, as if they were the struggle of a tormented soul.
Before Zhuang Qing could adapt to the environment, several tall and ferocious-looking ghosts rushed up like demons and grabbed his limbs roughly.
Zhuang Qing resisted out of habit and tried to break free, but his strength seemed so small in front of the ghosts.
The ghosts hung him upside down effortlessly, tied his ankles tightly with thick iron chains, so that his head was facing downwards with his body completely suspended in the air.
Zhuang Qing's hair was hanging down, and blood rushed to his head because of being upside down, making his face flush red.
At this time, a ghost came over with a huge and sharp saw. The teeth of the saw flashed coldly in the dim firelight, which was chilling.
The ghost soldier aimed the tip of the saw at Zhuang Qing's crotch without any hesitation.
The moment the saw touched Zhuang Qing's body, he let out a heart-wrenching scream.
The teeth dug deep into his flesh, and blood spurted out like a fountain.
The ghost began to pull the saw, slowly and firmly. Each pull was accompanied by the sound of flesh tearing and Zhuang Qing's painful howls.
The saw moved upwards little by little, sawing open his abdomen, and his intestines and internal organs began to slide out. The bloody scene was unbearable to watch.
Zhuang Qing's consciousness had been devoured by pain, his voice became hoarse and his eyes gradually lost their luster, but the laws of hell prevented him from fainting, and he could only stay awake and endure this inhuman torture.
As the saw continued upwards, it cut open his chest, breaking his ribs one by one and exposing his heart and lungs to the air.
Zhuang Qing's breathing became rapid and difficult, and every breath was filled with blood foam and despair. But the ruthless saw did not stop and continued to rise.
When the saw finally reached Zhuang Qing's head, his screams were so faint that they were almost inaudible.
His scalp was sawed open, his skull was broken, and his brain mixed with blood kept dripping out. The whole process was long and cruel. Zhuang Qing's body was completely sawed in half from the crotch to the top of the head.
However, this terrible torture did not end. In this eighteenth level of hell, Zhuang Qing's soul was imprisoned. Even though his body was broken into pieces, he would continue to reassemble himself and experience this cruel torture again.
In the intervals of pain, Zhuang Qing's mind flashed through all the evil deeds he had done in the human world.
The faces of those he had hurt appeared before his eyes, and their cries and curses echoed in his ears.
Zhuang Qing experienced the torture of the eighteen levels of hell. It was an endless nightmare that repeated itself over and over again without any daylight.
Deep in the gloomy and terrifying underworld, Zhuang Qing's soul was entangled in endless pain. Each level of hell was a severe judgment on his sins, and each torture was a cruel destruction of his mind and body.
When he was put down by the demons, they would have given him some time to catch his breath, but...
Zhuang Qing was taken back to the tongue-pulling hell again...
Round after round, layer after layer, Zhuang Qing continued to reincarnate in the eighteen levels of hell. The pain did not ease in the slightest, and the fear never stopped for a moment.
Every time he started over, it was another blow to his spirit, making him realize that his sins were so serious and unforgivable.
His soul wailed in pain and trembled in regret, but everything was irreversible.
The live broadcast of Zhuang Qing has never stopped.
Those who watched the live broadcast initially clicked in out of curiosity or to watch the fun, but when they witnessed the tragic conditions that Zhuang Qing suffered in the Eighteen Levels of Hell, they were all deeply shocked.
Their faces turned pale and their eyes were filled with fear and astonishment.
Some people couldn't help vomiting, some covered their eyes and dared not look anymore, and some began to cry loudly in extreme fear.
The originally noisy discussions gradually disappeared, replaced by deathly silence, with only Zhuang Qing's screams in the live broadcast echoing in his ears.
As time went on, the audience gradually recovered from their initial fear and began to fall into deep thought.
They realized that the horrifying scene of the eighteen levels of hell was not just a visual shock, but an extreme warning about the good and evil of human nature.
Many people who once had bad behaviors or thoughts were filled with fear and regret after seeing Zhuang Qing’s miserable condition, and decided to turn over a new leaf.
Some people who like to take advantage of others and deceive others have begun to reflect on their own behavior and take the initiative to apologize and compensate those they have hurt.
The crime rate in society also dropped significantly because of this live broadcast. When potential criminals thought of the endless torture that Zhuang Qing had experienced, their evil thoughts were suppressed by fear and they dared not take the step of committing a crime easily.
At the same time, the field of education has also been greatly affected. Schools and families pay more attention to moral education, and teachers use Zhuang Qing's example to warn students to be kind and upright and not to do evil.
Parents also pay more attention to their children's moral development and try to guide them to establish correct values.
At the legal level, the penalties and regulatory measures for crimes have been further strengthened and improved.
The government realizes that crime prevention requires not only severe legal sanctions, but also moral education and social guidance to reduce the occurrence of crime at the source.
This live broadcast has become a catalyst for social change. People have a clearer understanding of good and evil and a deeper respect for morality and law.
They understood that every action may bring corresponding consequences, and only by upholding kindness and justice can they avoid falling into endless pain like Zhuang Qing.
And through this reflection and change, society is developing in a more harmonious and beautiful direction.
Zhuang Qing, who is far away in the depths of hell, is indeed famous.