Yang Ruoqing twitched her lips, "You'd better save your strength for later. When they have eaten and drank enough, they will come over and continue to serve you. I guarantee that you will feel so comfortable all over!"

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, Mrs. Wang's expression changed severely.

"What have I done? Are you going to ruin me like this? I'm just an old woman, and you're going to strike me like a thunderbolt!" She scolded fiercely, shaking with anger.

Yang Ruoqing, however, still looked tepid.

"Who is that person above Brother Dahuang?"

"Who else is with you in this county and the town below?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Wang Po was startled for a moment, then laughed.

"You've ruined me like this and you still expect me to say it?"

"I bother!"

"Even if I die, I won't tell you. If you can, just kill me, an old woman!" she said fiercely.

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and touched her clothes, "Kill you? I have no interest in killing people."

"I will only honor you."

"There are two roads before you."

"One, let me tell you now, I will give you a happy life, hang yourself, commit suicide, drink poisonous wine, you choose to kill yourself."

"Two, then you'll be fucked by those beggars outside until you collapse and die. Choose!"

When the lady on the bed heard this, she was so angry that she almost fainted.

"I won't help you. What do you think? Dreaming!" Wang Po said.

As soon as her eyes flashed, Wang Po suddenly got up and reached out to touch under the pillow.

Yang Ruoqing had quick eyes and quick hands, and rushed over first. While pushing Mrs. Wang back to her original position, she took out the things under the pillow.

Good guy, it turned out to be a small dagger.

"You, old woman, are really not simple," Yang Ruoqing said.

"Hmph, do you think there's nothing I can do if you steal my scissors?" Wang Po said.

A flash of determination flashed in her eyes, and she opened her mouth suddenly.

Is this about biting your tongue?

Yang Ruoqing's eyebrows tightened, and she subconsciously wanted to stuff the object in her hand into Wang Po's mouth to gag her, but suddenly she realized that what she was holding was a pair of scissors.

This blockage was a farewell to Grandma Wang, and instead helped her realize her wish.

At this moment, a shoe was suddenly stuffed into Wang Po's mouth.

At first glance, it was Xiao Yaxue.

"Oh my God, is this old rascal still so stubborn? Will she bite her tongue and commit suicide if she disagrees with you? As long as I'm here, you can't even think about it!"

Xiao Yaxue said, twisting Wang Po's arm to her back.

Yang Ruoqing put down the scissors, picked up the rope and tied Wang Po's hands.

"No matter how strong your willpower is, my aunt will have to destroy it for you!" she said.

"After it's tied up, go call the men outside and continue to toss until this old thief wants to say it!"

After saying these words, Yang Ruoqing turned around and left the room.

Soon, there was a big noise in the house.

In this world, there is something more terrifying than death.

That means you can’t live without dying!

She will continue to torture until Wang Po feels that death is a relief, she will say what needs to be said, and then beg for relief...

Yang Ruoqing had been waiting in the yard from the time the sun was three o'clock in the sky to the time when the sun turned to the west.

I finally fell asleep and took a nap under the tree for half an hour.

Xiao Yaxue slept in this morning, so she was not sleepy, and she was very positive and excited about torturing Grandma Wang.

So when Yang Ruoqing was napping, Xiao Yaxue was the one 'supervising the work'.

When Yang Ruoqing woke up, she stretched and glanced at the sunset in the west, which was redder than blood.

"What's going on in the house? Has the old thief relented?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Xiao Yaxue said: "This old thief, I strongly suspect that she was born in a brothel when she was young. Isn't her body too capable?"

"I fainted several times. I poured cold water on her to wake her up and kept trying, but she didn't let go."

"However, even though she won't let go, looking at her like that, I'm afraid she's on the verge of collapse!"

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing frowned.

"It seems that he is really a tough guy. Don't collapse until you die without even saying a single useful word." Yang Ruoqing said, with thoughts in her eyes.

"Yes!" she said, "I have another method here, which is guaranteed to work. However, this method still needs two helpers."

Xiao Yaxue said: "The one in your family and the one in mine are not ready-made!"

Yang Ruoqing snapped her fingers, "OK!"

…

When Wang Po slowly opened her eyes, she only saw flickering green light.

Beyond the green light, there was a mass of black, so black that she couldn't even see her fingers. This kind of blackness made her panic.

She hurriedly sat up, only to find that there were iron chains tied around her neck and feet.

With this movement, there was a clattering sound.

The memory of being ravaged by so many beggars came flooding back, and Wang Po struggled, cursing while struggling.

"Where is this? Let me go!"

"You two are damned, kill me if you dare, kill me..."

"Snapped!"

A loud gavel sound resounded, and then a majestic voice came from above.

"quiet!"

Wang Po looked up and saw a long desk in front of her.

On the desk is a thick pile of account book-type things, followed by pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

A man with burly shoulders, a face as black as the bottom of a pot, eyes as cold as ice, and a mustache above his mouth was sitting there.

In his hand, he held a piece of gavel, which was the sound that the piece of gavel made when it was slapped heavily on the table just now.

"Are you...?" Wang Po tilted her head, a little confused.

"A brave and innocent soul dares to look directly at His Majesty Lord Yama. What crime should he be punished for?"

Another sharp shout sounded, this time from beside him.

When Wang Po turned her head, she realized that there was someone standing in the darkness beside her.

However, when the man walked out of the darkness, Wang Po screamed in fright.

"Ghost!"

"Be bold!"

The voice yelled again, "I am the ox-headed one under the throne of Lord Yama. You, the evil spirit, are so unruly that you keep making noises and cutting out your tongue to serve me!"

Niu Tou said, showing a pair of iron spoons in his hands. The iron spoons were stained with blood, and blood dripped down.

Wang Po was so frightened that she quickly turned her head to the other side, and she happened to be eye to eye with a horse face.

"ah!"

Wang Po screamed, rolled her eyes, and almost fainted.

She was shaking all over and looked around again, "Where is this? Who are you? Why am I here?"

The bull head spoke again: "This is the underworld, and the person sitting in the high hall is the Lord of Hell. We are the bull head and horse face who seduces the soul and demands our lives. Madam Wang, you are dead!"

"I'm dead? How is it possible?" Wang Po exclaimed.

"The fortune teller told me that I can live to be seventy years old, but I am only forty-two this year!" she argued hurriedly.
Chapter completed!