C396 Eighteen Levels of Hell
Time flew by. A hundred years had passed. Wu Xiaoming was like a corpse lying alone in the air in the depths of the Underworld.
A group of ghosts surrounded him and discussed, "Is this a human?"
"Yes, but I don't know why he came to the Eighteen Hells." One of the ghosts said, "Don't care about him. The time for us to be tortured has come. Sigh, I don't know when it will end