As soon as this said, the two yamen runners behind the resentful demon moved immediately. The figure flashed and turned into two phantoms and disappeared from the spot. When they appeared again, they had already quietly come behind Wuqi and grabbed Wuqi's left and right hands hard. An irresistible pressure suddenly came, causing Wuqi's soul to be firmly imprisoned.

This is not the power of the soul or the power of thought, but the simplest aura power, which is the same as the energy of the cultivator. In terms of power, it is absolutely not as powerful as Wuqi, but it can still be firmly suppressed Wuqi, because, just as this aura spreads out, the resentful demon released his own pressure and suppressed Wuqi with his own advantage.

This scene happened very quickly, so fast that Wuqi had no time to react and was firmly controlled. The resentful demon did everything without any delay. As soon as he controlled Wuqi, he gave the two yamen runners a look, and then his figure flashed away from the place.

The two yamen runners looked at each other, followed immediately without thinking, and gently grabbed Wuqi's soul. Wuqi and Xiaobai rose up directly and were taken away from the ground by the two of them.

The speed of the two yamen runners was too fast, which was far beyond Wuqi's expectations. Although their strength was too weak compared to Wuqi, with the help of the evil spirit, their speed was not inferior to Wuqi, who had a new body, and even faster in comparison. This surprised Wuqi and couldn't help but feel a little uncontrollable sense of crisis.

Where are these two people taking me?

However, no matter how much you think now, it is useless. Since I have been controlled, I can only leave it to fate. The only thing I can do is deal with it later.

Realizing this, Wuqi simply didn't think too much, closed her eyes and let herself take advantage of this period of time to take good care of herself, hoping to recover slightly during this period of time. When she finally has the opportunity to untie the confinement, she can escape first.

In this way, although this will waste this opportunity to meet the resentful demon, at least it will give you some time to prepare and not be caught off guard by the resentful demon next time you encounter the resentful demon.

However, many times the wishes are beautiful, but reality is quite cruel. This time the situation is like this. Just when Wuqi thought that this action could be accomplished, Reality slapped him ruthlessly. The two brothers of the yamen rang out not too much time on the way, and almost a few seconds were taken to the destination.

"Bang!"

Then, the two brothers threw Wuqi hard, and Wuqi's soul fell directly to the ground. Wuqi originally thought that his opportunity had come, and he was about to escape without saying a word. He looked at Xiaobai and immediately thought about it and wanted to use his breath to evacuate the place. But it would be fine if he didn't do this. He really wanted to implement the action and discovered a cruel fact.

It turned out that I could no longer move. There was no breath around me to confine myself, but I just couldn't move.

What's going on? Why... Why can't I move? What's wrong with me?

"Hmph...Hmph...Hmph...Hahaha...Hahaha...Boy, don't be nervous, you're scared to find that you can't move, right? Don't be afraid, it's normal for you to move. Look at the environment here, and you will understand why you can't move." At this time, the laughter of the resentful demon came rumbling over.

After hearing this, Wuqi subconsciously glanced around and saw the resentful demon sitting in front of him, as well as the familiar but somewhat strange place around him. It turned out that this place was very similar to the government offices of the Eastern Cultivation Continent of the World. There were yamen runners arranged neatly in the left and right rows, and officials who were about to go to the court to decide the case.

This official is nothing but a resentful demon. The various facilities here are similar to those of the halls where cases are judged on the world, including case desks, torture instruments, almost anything you can think of, and even carpets. But the biggest difference is that all the objects here, including officials and yamen runners, are in illusory forms.

In other words, the things here are actually transformed from the power of soul or thoughts, and are not real objects. They will disappear or appear out of thin air at any time because of a resentful devil's thoughts. However, these are not the focus of uncommon attention. The focus of his real focus is the various strange words appearing on the surroundings of the lobby, namely the walls of illusory shapes and the ceiling.

Wuqi didn't recognize each of these words, but Wuqi just looked at them and understood completely that they were not simple words, but more like a seal. What sealed was not the ability of the officials and yamen runners here, but the dead on trial. In other words, the meaning was that from the moment you entered here, you could no longer move.

These words that resemble runes, in an incredible way, released a large amount of dead energy, and used these dead energy as a guide, making them have a special connection between them. After they condensed each other, they turned into a real dead body and firmly imprisoned their souls.

Until I figured out this point, Wuqi subconsciously looked down at his hands and suddenly realized that he had already possessed a physical body without realizing it. However, this physical body was not his own, but a body formed by a bandage that tightly enclosed his soul like a mummy.

"So...so I was imprisoned like this!" Wuqi exclaimed in disbelief.

Hearing this, the resentful demon sitting in the lobby nodded proudly, raised his hand and threw the token in his hand gently. When one of the tokens landed, it turned into a ball of dead energy as big as a fist quickly dissipated. In the countless runes above Wuqi's head, countless dead energy roared out in an instant, turning into a storm and swept Wuqi in.

The next moment, Wuqi's corpse floated up, and an unbearable pain suddenly appeared, spreading its entire body at a speed of lightning speed, and successfully sank into the soul through the corpse, causing Wuqi's soul to tremble violently, and the tortured soul was about torn apart, with signs of almost collapse.

However, this is not the most unbearable torture, and the even more unbearable torture is still coming. Wuqi is obviously the soul of thought, and can completely ignore these pains, but he feels it. His soul is not injured at all now, but he feels about to collapse. This is the even more unbearable torture.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

But Wuqi was still Wuqi after all, and his insight was not overwhelming. When this torture lasted for several seconds and he was almost tortured by this inexplicable pain, he subconsciously glanced at his dead body. After a glance, he finally realized why his soul was so painful.

It turns out that everything is related to my body of dead bodies. The resentful demon is using the dead energy of the entire lobby to force his soul to the body. In other words, all the pain that his soul feels now is actually the feeling of the corpse, just like a substitute sense. He is now enduring the pain of his body being gradually torn apart.

However, if this is nothing but just this, Wuqi has absolute confidence in his patience, and he believes that as long as the secret of his soul is not seen through by the resentful demon, then the resentful demon will not do anything to him. At most, it will torture himself. As long as he does not die, there will be hope of counterattack.

But is this really the case? No.

Just after Wuqi endured such torture for a few seconds, his eyes suddenly showed a look of fear that he had never felt before. Because, at this moment, he suddenly saw a hot red iron brand approaching him little by little, and a yamen runner was walking towards him with a grin, as if he was about to brand his dead body.

If it were just like this, Wuqi would not be afraid at all. The reason why his mind trembled was that when the yamen runners got closer and closer to him, the words of the resentful demon scared him.

"Hmph... Hahahaha... Boy! I don't know why your soul has such strong defense, but I am the guardian of hell on this level, which is equivalent to the master of this level. I don't care whether your soul has any secrets. As long as you are branded by me, you will never be able to separate from this dead body.

In other words, no matter how strong you are, you must accept my control, because this imprint contains the rules of hell. Boy, enjoy the taste of this moment, which will definitely be unforgettable for you for the rest of your life. Hahahaha...hahahahahahahahaha..."

What!!! I will never be separated from this dead body after being branded? What a joke! If this is the case, then will I never be able to restore my combat power? In this case, how can I protect Xiaobai? Even Xiaobai can't protect me, how can I achieve my purpose of coming to hell?

After thinking about this, Wuqi panicked for the first time, like a frightened child, shouting in horror. The sound was so loud that the dead spirits from the entire hell heard it, which caused a lot of discussion.

"This...isn't this the sound made by the person who can save us from the sea of ​​suffering? Why do you scream like this? Could it be that... he failed?"

"It's over! If it fails, who should we save it? No! No! No!!"

The weak undead who were being bullied all sighed for Wuqi's misfortune, but they were worried more that they were themselves, while the strong undead who were bullying the weak were completely opposite. They all laughed excitedly, as if they had heard something exciting, and cheered each other in a sharp contrast with the undead under them.

"Hahahaha... Hahahaha... That kid is going to be finished! I know what this sound is, he is probably going to be branded by the resentful demon! OK! That's great!"
Chapter completed!