Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 316: Ghost Face
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 238: Beep
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1158- Jumping into the river
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 937: The Eight Gates Banners
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1157- End of the street
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 10.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 612: Allowing It Once or Twice
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 315: Will
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 237: Good Things
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1156- Competition Speed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 936: A Struggle of Dao Orthodoxies
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1155- Splitting unhappily
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 9
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 611: Old Friends Don't Meet Often
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 236: Infiltration
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 314: What Kind of Kids Do You Teach?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1154- Not willing to accept being managed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 935: Release
The scarlet-red flames licked a large, black pot. The surrounding walls had all become charred black as a few ghosts fed wood to the flames.
The pot was a dozen metres wide, basically resembling a small pond. It was filled with thick, yellow oil, bubbling away endlessly.
At this moment, a large, blue ghost appeared from the pitch-black walls. He lifted a person high into the air and tossed him into the pot viciously.
With a pop, oil sprayed everywhere. The oil hissed away and surged violently.
The ghosts around the pot fled in a scramble. One of them accidentally got a droplet of oil on him, and he rolled around on the ground, wailing out like he was in great pain. Even his hunched-over figure became twisted.
The blue ghost laughed aloud, finding great delight in these howls of pain.
This was no regular pot of oil, but the first layer of hell’s Minor Hell of Oil Pot. If regular people even got a droplet of oil on them, they could die from the pain.
But strangely enough, he did not hear any howls from within the oil pot. He looked down, and his smile froze.
The criminal who raised a fuss in the Office of Reckoning Mirror and publicly insulted the adjudicator was actually… actually doing laps in the pot!?
When Li Qingshan fell into the oil pot, he was filled with a sense of righteousness. He possessed a dauntless spirit, ready to sacrifice himself for the great cause of revolution. However, as the oil bubbled around him, he did not feel any pain at all.
Hmm? Have I grown numb to the pain?
As a result, he just spread his arms and swam a lap in the pot, but sure enough, it still did not hurt. The oily sensation was slightly bothersome, but the warmth and smoothness did bring him some comfort.
As such, he simply swam away, changing through various different forms like the breaststroke, free style, butterfly, and even the doggy paddle.
He left the blue ghost stunned, while the little ghosts around the pot were dumbfounded.
“What’re you standing here for? Get out of the way! Stop blocking my way!”
At this m
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